Flames And Blades

Chapter Eighteen: Case Of The Ex

 I fell asleep only once. Not at all for long. Only enough for me to catch a glimpse of Ferox.

He was fighting more wars than any person should bear to even witness. The thought of them alone kept me up in horror. Still, it was enough to know that he wasn't using the purple haze- he had the same controlling mark I had, Only on him, I saw it for what it was, the symbol grams loved, the symbol on Trevor's chain, only this time used with a black grey cloud pulsating through it. Ferox was never aware of what his hazes were doing and I now knew it. He only used his sword. And with his blades he was amazing.

From this, I made my plan. I got up, accidentally pulling Trevor's arm with me, and screaming because I forgot I had laid beside him the whole night, just holding his hand and staring at the dark fabric of the tent. My scream startled him into a fighting stance, and I put my hands up to make him relax.

"I'm just jumpy. I do have a gameplan, We need to meet up with the Farces- Luce's crew." His face immediately tells me he has already jumped on board, with a very poor attempt at hiding fear. "It's fine, we've gotten very close actually. Anyways, I need to meet up with them and get ourselves together to find a way to their newest camp. They'll have a plan and I know it."

At this, Rori appears, and I use the pent up emotions to aim flames at her. All I end up with is making the fire pit burn brighter. She deflects it, of course. I sigh.

"What is it your here to do now exactly? Murder me too? Because believe me, Bella, I've got so many oz references for when you die."

"It...Is...Not...Bella." She seethes, childishly, making me bubbly with delight. She shakes her head. "I've come to help you get to the Farces, part of the grand scheme."

"Oh, Mrs. Cullen please do show us the way to the yellow brick road." This bursts a flame in her eyes, one of purple-black. One that she shoots right at us.

It's a strange flame, one that absorbs Trevor and I in a flash. Taking us somewhere- somewhere a few yards apart.

When I open my eyes, it's literally right in between Harrison and Adam fighting. Right between Adam throwing a punch at Warrison and before it lands. Leaving the punch landing right in my face, and I, as per usual, blackout. This time dreaming of old spice and the smell of old books.

I wake up with Warrison carrying me, a new fresh smelling jacket of his on me. I get

tired and cold and forget to argue about walking myself. Instead, I bury my face in the jacket he's wearing in the pre-winter air and fall back asleep.

Again, I wake up in a camp like a place. Only this one with a gut feeling of safeness and security. A feeling of home that I haven't felt in years.

I get up out of my tent with a sharp pain in my eye. With the force that Adam threw, it was probably a severely blackened eye. Somehow, I instinctively hide it with a large chunk of my thick hair, thinking I'll make Luce cut side bangs for me later- even if it turns out to be a horrible fashion mistake. Walking out of my tent, I walk into a group conversation.

They all turn to me with different reactions. Sitting double-date-but-not-really style on logs. Luce gets up, briefly and looks at me, smiling, pointing- when he's not looking, at Trevor with a very not-so-hidden blush. Trevor turns, from pointedly looking at Adam and goes to make food. Adam, well, looks miserable. Guilty actually, he looks up to me, sees right through my bangs and looks ready to fall apart right then. I go to him, and sit, leaning into his shoulder, encapturing the lost puppy look on his face and memorizing it for later terms.

"So, bud, hate to break it to you, but you punch like a girl." He laughs, bitterly, a mere bark that dies out quickly, but I just side hug him and enjoy his warmth. He hugs me back, not letting me go.