Red (Colors Sequel)

Chapter 2

I slowly woke up. I rubbed my eyes to try and get the gunk out of them. I had probably fallen asleep crying which would explain why my eyes hurt so much.

I sat up on the bed, groggily taking in my surroundings.

Everything around me was dark except for a few lights coming from outside. Usually, our tent was never dark. Ethan always worked until dawn so even when I would eventually drag him to bed, it would already be bright outside. So, seeing our tent so dark was off-putting to put it gently, and very fucking depressing in reality.

I needed to get out of here.

I got up and left the tent in one swift motion. A few people were still bustling around, especially the doctors and nurses. Which was pretty logical considering the battle we'd just fought. Some tents still had light coming from them, but most of them were asleep.

I continued walking, putting one foot in front of the other without much thought as to where I was headed.

I passed the infirmary and all its stress. I passed the 'guarding tent' where I had been kept for way too long for someone who was now the leader of the people who had first kept him as a prisoner. But, weirdly enough, and even though the thought registered, I couldn't bring myself to care.

I arrived at Nate's tent and thanked all the Gods I knew when I saw that there were no lights on inside and so that he wouldn't come bothering me any more. I passed his tent and most of the still-lighted ones.

Now that all the noises, lights and, well, life, had been left behind me, I truly felt alone.

I noticed the shape of the stage in front of me and quietly sighed. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked to it.

As I neared it, I noticed a shape, sitting alone in the dark, just like I had been sitting with Ethan a few hours ago. My first instinct had been to think that this was, in fact, Ethan. But it obviously couldn't be.

I climbed on and the figure turned to me. It was Cry. He had put his mask back on and, even without any light, the white of the porcelain contrasted so much with the darkness of our surroundings that I could immediately tell it was him. Plus, it couldn't have been anyone else.

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I noticed a body laying on Cry's lap.

"Who is it?" Cry looked down at the voice, which I realized belonged to Felix. I breathed out in relief.

Right.

It was Felix.

Of course it was. It couldn't have been... anyone else... anyway.

"Mark." Cry's voice was hoarse as if he hadn't spoken in a while. Or as if he had been crying. I inwardly cursed myself.

"Can I sit with you?" Cry looked back up at me and the empty, emotionless look of his mask truly unsettled me for the first time ever. Felix reached up and traced Cry's jawline with a finger.

"I don't own the spot." Yikes. Guess that meant yes in angry-Cry language.

I wearily sat down next to him and Felix looked up at me. Felix and I had gotten close ever since I'd arrived here, and I knew that I could call them my friend. However, I also knew that Cry came before anyone. And so, I couldn't blame them for not saying anything to me.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"Twice." I winced. "Yes. Twice."

"No you shouldn't have." I stared at my feet. I hated that Cry was shutting me out like this, but I couldn't say that I didn't deserve it.