Crimson X

Chapter 19: Warden

Note to readers!!!

                The school year will be starting up for me soon. I’m going tomorrow (Monday; August 6) to get my schedule and ID. This being said I probably will not update as often as I would like to. I have three AP classes and another college level class. I love being smart. (Yeah, I’m a bit of a narcissist) It is also my senior year, so I will be extremely busy. Also, I may be playing volleyball for the school. So please bear with me during this most busy, and probably stressful, time. Thank you for the lovely comments on this story. It puts a smile on my face and I really appreciate the support. =) As always, please enjoy!

The keys entered the key hole as Shar stepped into her apartment. She looked up seeing Edward at the kitchen counter writing down some things, riddles, probably. Shar sighed and threw her purse onto the couch and fell down on it shortly afterwards.

                “Long day?”

                “You have no idea,” Shar groaned. “I’ll find out tomorrow if I can be the warden of the asylum, though. I guess that’s good…Just hope it’s not being decided by a corrupt team.”

                Edward rolled his eyes. He really did not like the idea of her running the place he hated. He’d have to leave tomorrow if she were to become the warden of the asylum. After all, she would throw him in there. His hand clenched around the pen to the point it turned his knuckles white.

                “Hey, Riolu,” Shar pet the top of her dog’s head. “Are you ready for the therapy sessions, boy?” She looked at the dog who had no idea what she was saying. “Better be…We have some more difficult patients than you’ve helped before.”

                “What do you mean more difficult?” Edward snapped being rather offensive.

                Shar waved her hand lazily, “Not you. I mean people like Pamela Isely or Victor Zsasz. Riolu hasn’t exactly dealt with people who have supernatural powers or kill people for fun.”

                “Aren’t you worried that he’ll get killed?”

                Shar’s eyes watered at the thought of it, “H-he won’t! I won’t let it happen. I’d rather the one to be killed than him!” She gripped onto her dog for dear life.

                Edward rolled his eyes, “It’s just a dog.”

                “No he’s not!” Shar pouted. “I’ve known him for years and your form such a solid bond with your pets to the point you don’t even think of them as pets.”

                “Whatever,” Edward huffed and continued writing.

                Shar smirked, “Whatever, just go back to writing your stupid riddles.”