Scarlett War

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR - A SHAKE

Wanda Maximoff - ?

Christmas snuck up on us faster than we realized.

Of course, Zussman and I were Jewish. So the 'Merry Christmases' we got were awkward, and we couldn't chose wether to mutter it back or say we didn't celebrate it.

Davis still gave me nothing on when I could leave the base. I'm guessing that there was nothing, but I still hoped. I regretted not trying to do so earlier, but once again, Will created a vision for me I wanted to desperately happen.

I avoided Will at all costs and times possible, and it's been about two weeks since I was placed in my own tent.

It was cold on my own. But I was used to a deep internal coldness, anyway. It was also lonely, but, I was pretty much alone all the time lately, anyway.

But being alone only meant one thing, really. My mind wandered without anyone to distract or stop me. I refused to fly back out to the forest incase that triggered something bigger.

God, did I miss it. Energy was pent up in me that could not escape. My body was stiff and my mind was blank. I barely felt flickers of emotion at all anymore. I grew to find comfort in it; it meant no pain or hurt.

I still kept around the boys, albeit quiet. I didn't want any more questions, but it wasn't like I'd answer any.

The winter got harsher and harsher. It didn't have an effect on me for the most part, but more and more began to freeze to death. The boys nor Will haven't come close, but it was still unnerving.

Will. Yea, he wasn't taking my hibernation from him well. He was drinking again, and was more and more irritated. But though I didn't like to see that, it was better that then death by me.

The boys and I were around a fire, as they desperately tried to keep warm. I wish I could've done something, but if I could, it was beyond my capability and knowledge. Hey, if Ivan was here, at least he could show me. Only 'problem' would be that he'd destroy the world right after.

They spoke some. But of course, I did not. Instead I gazed out to the horizon line, in my own little nightmare of a day dream.

"Merry Christmas, Turner," Daniels toasted as he held his drink up.

"Oh, and Turner," Aiello spoke up, "Pierson made farm boy over here a corporal. "Wonder what you'd think of that."

Zussman was quick to defend his closest friend. "Probably that you're the same old sack of shit, Aiello."

"This ain't the time," Daniels said a little irritably, but I couldn't tell who or what he was upset with.

"To Turner," they all said in unison. I only mouthed the words, clasping my hands tighter. He probably wouldn't be proud of who I became.

"To Turner!"

That voice was the last string to snap me out of my day dream. Pierson mockingly held his flask up, obviously wasted. The boys turned, and Will avoided eye contact with me.

"Lucky sonofabitch," he laughed out, but we all knew it wasn't in genuine charm. I straightened my back out, sensing something was coming.

"You're always first, right?" I sighed as softly as possible watching as he took another drink. The boys looked at me, knowing we were together, but I had yet to tell them things went array.

I wanted to grab him, sit him in his tent, and tell him how much I loved and cared for him. But I couldn't. I wouldn't, as long as I knew I could hurt him.

The boys glanced around nervously, knowing at any second the tiger would strike. They had no power over him, lawfully and maybe physically, and though a 4 against one fight would be a knock out, a one on one with an enraged, drunk, 190 something centimeter man, wouldn't have such a chance.