Rules of Fate

Chapter 19 - You have to change with it

'You're not going to tell me this was normal, right?' I asked him with narrowed eyes.

We were sitting on my bed; me with a cup of watery hot chocolate and him with some kind of herbal concoction the motel called herbal tea. From its weird smell and indistinct colour I seriously doubted it fell within the drinkable category. He took a tentative sip and looked over at me with a lopsided smile.

'Natural disasters,' he told me, 'are normal for this part of the world. Are you OK?'

I thought about this for a second, was I OK? On the whole, yeah, except for my mental state. I nodded faintly. Something was still bothering me. 'That twister wasn't all natural. It was created.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah,' I said firmly, 'I saw it in second sight and it looked messed up! There was no way it should've even existed, let alone been able to create such chaos!' He didn't reply. 'And you stopped it. How?'

He sent me a non-committal look. 'You saw my thread.'

'Yeah, but that much power...' I paused, that much power was unbelievable. I thought for a second, trying to assemble my thoughts. Many things were niggling at the back of my mind. For example, every time I had felt that strange hair-raising electric feeling from the ripples, I had been near Scott. Every time something drastic messed up the Fate plane Scott had been nearby and his blase attitude just didn't make sense. It was as if he was used to stuff happening around him. And then there was his awesome power.

Why was I a babysitter for such a powerful fatelist? In comparison my thread looked dull and lifeless. I frowned deep in thought, ignoring Scott who was still sipping at his less than appealing beverage in a bored manner. I looked at the chaos we were sitting in. Broken furniture littered the room, plaster was peeling and cracking off the walls as I looked at it and most of the threadbare carpet had been ripped apart and was covered in dust so that I couldn't be sure what colour it was supposed to be.

Ironically the mess in the room helped to zap my disordered thoughts into startling clarity and I suddenly felt like a complete moron. It had been in front of me all along! I desperately wanted to kick myself, but resisted the urge. I already had enough cuts and bruises to suffice for the time being. I promised I'd kick myself later when I felt less miserable and shocked. I wasn't sure what to say and before I could say anything Scott beat me to it.

'Did you call anybody?'

I frowned. 'Yeah.'

'At the Society?'

'Yeah, my boss, Jack.'

He nodded slowly. 'So that's how they found us.'

'They?' My own thoughts were forgotten for the time being now that a different riddle was clamouring for my attention. He didn't answer. 'Who's they?'

He shrugged. 'No one, forget I said anything.'

Easier said than done, in my opinion. I decided to ignore him. 'I won't forget. What are you talking about?'

He stared at me for a full minute while I held my breath, wondering if he would tell me the truth. 'The Society,' he said finally. OK, so not the truth I decided.

'Yeah right,' I scoffed, 'Why would the Society send us a twister?' It boggled the mind, although to be honest mine was pretty much as boggled as it could go.

He sighed. 'You tell me.'

My mind again grasped at what I had learnt. Should I tell him? He was looking at me with a knowing glint in his eyes that decided the matter for me. 'You are the...rogue,' I breathed. It wasn't a question, it couldn't be. It was now a statement of fact. He looked away, not denying or admitting to his identity.

'We have to leave,' he said shortly and stood up. The herbal tea was dumped down the sink where, in my opinion, it had belonged from the beginning.

I stood up facing him. 'Leave? Now?' I glanced at the storm still throwing sheets of water against the window pane.

'You shouldn't have called them,' he answered matter-of-factly.

'I had to, Jack had to know where I was, it's the rule,' I frowned, 'You wouldn't know that of course.'

Again he evaded the question I was asking. 'We're leaving.' And with that he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving me still undecided. The situation was spiralling out of control.

I didn't know where I was, so Scott really was my only mode of transport. I figured if he had wanted me dead, I would've been toast long ago. So grumbling to myself about the weather, Scott and the general state of the motel, I packed my meagre belongings and went to find my not-so-charming prince.

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