► in which a boy tries not to be a villain, and a girl tries not to be innocent. ◄
In this fickle universe, you are marked from birth as either a hero, villain, or innocent.
Even the doctors don't know your result, and it doesn't sh...
"What's wrong?" a dark-haired girl asked a woman who was examining a worn notebook closely.
"They know," the woman responded as she turned to look at the girl, a frown on her red lips. "They know when it's coming."
The girl's eyes widened at this information, and she pondered it for a few moments. "This could work out to our advantage, it might actually be better if they came. We need testing subjects for the serum, and it will be good to have some first prototypes to experiment on."
"Good point," the woman nodded, tossing the notebook into a corner. "They are already curious, and all it will take is some reverse psychology to get them to want to be there even more."
The girl grinned mischievously, pushing her dark curls out of her face as she followed the woman out of the room. "So, what's the plan?"
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" G O O D M O R N I N G!" River greets me with a smile. It's Monday again, which means I've just walked into botany class. I smile when I notice that she's already layed everything out and dated and titled her page.
"Hey, you. Ready for today I see," I reply, sitting down in the desk next to her.
"Of course. Didn't you bring your rare flower project today?" She asks, fondling her chocolate cosmos flower, her fingers tracing it's reddish-hued petals.
"Oh no," I cover my face with my hands. I've been so wrapped up with figuring this weapon thing out that I forgot all about the project. "I...didn't."
"Don't worry about it," River winks after looking at the schedule."There's supposed to be 15 presenting this week and 15 next week. Since I'm the 14th for today and you're the 15th, I know what to do."
During River's presentation, she covers so much information that the profesor is forced to let me present next week because of time constraints.
"Thanks, you're a lifesaver," I wipe my brow in relief as we pack up our books. River doesn't reply, only smiles a little. I can sense a sort of longing from her, and a small sigh escapes her lips. "What is it?" I ask gently.
"It's nothing, really,"she laughs lightly,"just a silly dream I have. Sometimes I wish I could be a real lifesaver, like you."
Her eyes meet mine, and my heart drops in my chest. Little does she know that my mark is not a hero, and that I am not telling her everything. But I can't. She is too precious to me now. I know she expects an answer, maybe a comforting word, but I just stare at her for several moments. The room is empty now, and I step closer, pulling her into my arms. No words are exchanged, but we stay like that; her head on my my shoulder, for a long time.
Finally she pulls away to look up at me, her eyes a bit watery. She opens her mouth to speak, but my phone suddenly begins to vibrate and I pull it out of my front pocket, answering before I even read the caller-ID. "Hello?"
