The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

I'm Sorry, Anyway This Is Goodbye

Alagretto's POV 

We took the girl back with us, but I knew something was up with Riza. This girl didn't seem....well...right. 

It had started raining, and the snow had either melted, or become a disgusting slush, that just was gross. Apparently this was usual for this area this time of year. 

The others~expecially Cleo were fond of the new girl. I just seemed to sit out, even though she kept dragging me back in. Yet she wanted no part with Riza, who was sitting in a corner, piled with books notebooks and sketch books. They looked old, some with yellowed pages, but she referenced all, with purple sticky notes everywhere. Every once and a while, she would get out of her crouched position, in her new personal library, and walk over to the stone mantled grand fireplace. She'd take a piece of paper, and throw it in the fire. She would then reach in, and grab a notebook, one which she didn't have in her personal library in her corner. Then she would walk back. The others didn't seem to notice her missing, that, or they didn't care. 

"Boyfriend!!! Come over here!!!!!" Kira shouted. 

"I'm not your boyfriend" I reply, sighing deeply shaking my head back and forth. 

"Yes! You are!!!" 

"No! I'm not!" I shouted back. 

Riza's POV 

After everyone had gone to sleep that night, I grabbed all the books that I, my father, or other specialists wrote about us, and threw them in the fire, one by one, watching them burn. It soothed me, making me feel a bit better about this situation. 

There was something about that girl, something I just couldn't tell what. But it felt bad. 

Very bad. 

Not like Dimitri's darkness, which gives off an utterly bad aroma, because of it's darkness, but just a bad bad aroma. Its hard to explain. 

Instead of staying to figure out this girl's existence, if it was true she was like us, or was an impostor like that psychic, I decided that I best leave, because it's me that the A.O.U. and government want more. 

Why? 

Because I'm like super girl of the freaks. The freak of the freaks. Sooner or later, they're gonna figure out that, and want me, because I'm stronger than the others. Then they'll just disregard the others altogether, and come after me, solo. 

After watching the papers burn, I got up, and changed into some comfortable, yet sturdy clothes. Dark jeans, cropped tan-ish jacket, Plain darker than lavender purple shirt, with my tall boots. I didn't bother to grab a jacket, because I planed to go south, and it was bound to be warmer there. That, and I didn't think it would take me long to get outta here, since I was alone, and on foot. 

I got ready to leave, sighing, as I looked back on the dark, empty place. The others would survive, they had Aly, and the others. In fact, I think they would appreciate not having a structured life, and knowing that there is someone always watching your back to make sure that you don't goof up, and save your butt. 

"Riza, where are you going?" I heard, and turned away from the door. It was Damien. 

"Why do you care?" I ask. 

"Because, I do." 

"I'm sorry, toriaezu sayonara" I ended up speaking Japanese, since I always did when I was saying goodbye, because it was hard on me. I'm sorry, anyway this is goodbye is what I said. 

"What?" 

"I'm sorry, goodbye anyway" I repeated, before opening the door. Not the person who I wanted to say goodbye too but it would work. 

I walked outside, in the still heavy depressing rain, calling the airport to get one ticket to Hawaii, pronto. I wanted to get out of this place. 

And that would be the last place they'd look for a runaway, me. 

I didn't even leave a note, the only thing I left, was the words that lingered between me and Damien. I'm sorry, goodbye anyway. 

I'm sorry, anyway this is goodbye.