The Island

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

~Zain~

When John came up the stairs without Tillie, I panicked. Before I knew it the frost came back, and I launched myself at him, my hand around his throat. I heard shouting, someone drew a weapon somewhere, but my hand wouldn't move from John's throat

"Where is she!" I yelled, except my voice was colder than normal. Then the screams started. They were a boys screams, coming from downstairs. I froze and was dragged off of John by Kirklyn, and my brain went numb. Tina walked in front of me held my chin up and stared at me from where Kirklyn watched some carefully as I sat on a chair.

"Look at me," She murmured, I didn't meet her eyes "Dammit Zain, look at me!" I gave in, and her dark eyes were full of concern, but they were also mixed with unending fury "John wouldn't have left Tillie down there if she didn't want to do what she's doing." She said, as if admitting that her friend was killing Parker was something she dreaded "You have no idea what happened before we got here, so cut this out. She is not a broken doll, and trust me, the last thing she'd want is for you do strangle John to death because of her. Understood?" She had risen her voice, let go of my chin, and now she had her arms flailing around, she was talking with her hands. My sister only did that when she was angry, usually at me. I nodded and Hannah came up to hold her twin's hand. Tina shook off her touch,

"Everyone leave. I have a feeling it will be a while before we see Tillie again" Hannah whispered, Looking at Tina, worry flickering in her eyes as I turned and walked out of the room, John's order for finding Zoie echoing down the hall as I stalked up the stairs and into my room. When I got there, my eyes were burning, I couldn't hear Parkers screams. I looked down at my hands, which were coated in ice again

"Where are the other Gifted," I said to myself, stripping and hopping in the tub "You'd think we'd at least find one. Even from a different school, anyone would have been fine" the water was cold, but I expected that to be from me, "I wish I wasn't alone." I was in the tub for an hour, before it got too cold to bear. I got dressed, lit a fire in the fireplace, trying to melt the ice that had spread from where I walked from the bathroom to my dresser and hopped onto my bed. I was tired, so tired, and as I collapsed onto the bed, I saw icicles jet out of the floor.

It was snowing, people were screaming, some begging. I was back in the gymnasium, watching the reveal of the Demented. That damned woman pulled the first covering off. It was empty. The second, empty. The last one, however, was already coated with that frost, I saw my own face freeze over, my own body shatter. It was cold, so cold. A great pit laid beneath my feet, and somehow, in some way, I knew if I willed it, it would claim me.