The Dark Side

Chapter 6 - Memories

I drop my pile of firewood and Drew does the same. Vincent turns to us from the pit of ashes for a fire, "Not bad." He says. He drops some firewood into the middle of the circle of rocks and lights it up with a lighter he found in the bag.

I sit down in front of the fire, legs crossed and gaze into the flames tiredly. Drew sits next to me and does the same. I lean my head against his shoulder.

Vincent chuckles while sitting on a tree stump near us, "What?" Drew asks him with a confused look. We both turn to look at him and I sit up straight.

"If you two aren't together, then why are you so... so comfortable together?" He questions, the corners of his mouth partially curved into a mischievous smile.

"Vincent, we've been friends for like five years." Drew says to him.

"And both of you have never thought about one another more than friends?" Vincent raises an eyebrow at us. The fire giving half of his face an orange glow.

"No." I say, rolling my eyes and changing my gaze to the fire again.

"Bullshit," Vincent mutters, "What's Drew's thoughts though?" He asks, noticing Drew hadn't answered.

"Vincent," Drew says, "Just stop."

"See! I told you!" Vincent exclaims, pointing at Drew.

Drew flips him off and stands, heading to one of the two tents. I sigh and continue to gaze at the flickering fire.

Suddenly, as I'm sitting there, staring at the flames, a memory flashes back to me, like it's grabbing me and pulling me into a dream.

~-*-~

I shoot the target right in the centre. A smile of satisfaction spreads across my face, "Well done, Miss Holland." I hear our trainer, who I don't really remember the name of, praise as soon as she sees my shot.

At the time, we had just turned sixteen. That's barely two years ago now.

I lower the gun and look around for Drew.

Surely, he's standing right behind me, "Nice shot, Miss Holland." He mocks the trainer. I laugh, before he takes my hand, "Where to this time?" He asks me with a smirk clear across his face.

I glance around the open fields that we train in and finally pick a spot. My favourite spot, "The stairs." I mutter so nobody else hears and I drop the gun.

He nods, before dragging me over to a door into the base from the training fields. He shoves it open and we run inside to another door under some metal stairs, leading up. Our shoes squeak against the floor as we rush.

Light shines through a billion tiny holes in the metal stairs, causing enough light to be able to see. It's a tiny space, but we don't mind it. I sit towards one side, leaning against the wall and Drew sits opposite me.

"So," I begin.

"So," Drew copies.

"Shut up, you idiot." I say, a smile spreading across my face.

"I'm offended by those words." Drew says, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. I roll my eyes, smiling at him for his stupidity.

We hear footsteps coming down the stairs and both of us freeze. We look up, to just see the shadow of a person walking down each step above us. Once they get to the bottom of the stairs, we hear their shoes tapping further and further away with each step.

We talk for a while, before I check my watch, '11:54AM' I sigh, "It's time for lunch." I state. Drew nods and we leave the place under the stairs. We go through the door out of the base and join the group leaving.