Uncontrollable

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Alana

My nails are digging their way to china. It's a nervous reflex, hell after everything I'm surprised my legs aren't tapping the floor at the rate of a machine gun firing away. I'm sitting on the floor, halfway through the re-telling I got lightheaded. From the story or the power exhaustion, I just don't know. I’m still reeling from the retelling of the story. The memories, which have been sparked from Adriel, are coming back to me. I KILLED AZRAEL IN A FIT OF RAGE. I CAN APPARENTLY CREATE A FOG AND I'VE MANAGED TO GET A WATCHER ON EARTH. GOOD GOING ALANA, GOOD GOING.

"Benji, how did he look? Same as always I'm guessing," I reason, attempting to switch to a different subject other than the one at hand.

Adriel glances at me before answering, "Honestly, I didn't recognize him until he mentioned his name. But enough talking, we have more pressing matters. We need to clean," his chin gestures to the places that have been marked with death. "The students are terrified and need to eat to replenish themselves."

I look at the curtain, the place where I should see the auditorium chairs," I don't think that's such a wise decision. They're terrified of me, and honestly, I don't blame them. From what you've told me, I'm surprised I'm not hearing shrieks or cries for help out of this hell hole."

"HERE YOU GO!!! I got you some new clothes Alana! Glad I get to use your true name, kind of fits you better," he glances awkwardly at me, obviously uncomfortable being near me.

"Thank you, I appreciate it. D-did I hurt you Tony? I didn't mean to if I did, I promise, I wasn't myself," I trail off into silence.

"HA! Me? Pssh! Never," he's gained part of himself back.

"Good to hear it, good to hear it," I repeat. "Umm do you think you guys could give me some space, you know so I can dress myself?"

"Oh yeah, sure," they spit out in unison.

I watch them as they exit the stage door to the left listening to their quieting footsteps as their distance grows.

I now have a chance to look at myself. The wound on my thigh, is finally healed, the scar looks similar to Benji's stomach. It's ragged and ugly, a sore to the eye. My hair looks like mud, I attempt to run my fingers through my hair but I fail at the effort. I dress myself quickly, Tony's brought me black cargo pants and a blue wife beater. I want to peek through the curtains into the crowd. I creep my way toward the curtains and peer through an opening big enough that I don't need my hands to assist me.

Dalin is trying to calm the students, though few have actually abandoned the huddle, most of them are clustered in the far right corner. "Calm down you guys. She wouldn't intentionally hurt us, she wasn't herself when-when she killed that girl. And she was forced to anyway, retribution was in order," he trying to convince himself, it seems.

"You saw her Dalin! How can you even say she's okay now? Who are you to be the judge of that?" The bombardment of questions is angering me, even though they aren't aimed at me.

HE'S NOT THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE ON TRIAL YOU IDIOTS!!!!!

A voice makes me jump, "Are you ready to face them?"

"GEEZ, how long have you been there," I clutch at my heart to sooth myself.

"Long enough to see that you're getting angry again," he states.

I look at him, knowing he's doubting myself control.

WELL AT LEAST IT'S FOR GOOD REASON.

"Yeah, let's go," Tony manages to be by my side. He grips my shoulder and whispers, "You’ll be okay Alana. Haha, I like calling you that, feels more natural," he manages to get me smiling.

Adriel untied the curtain rope from its hook, and lets it go slowly.

They rioters quiet as the curtains reveal our bodies. My eyes begin to search the crowd for the one person I can trust. My eyes land on their target, but he's avoiding eye contact.

IS HE AFRAID OR IS HE JUST DONE WITH ME? DALIN...IM SO SORRY! LOOK AT ME!!

My commands aren't met, and I stop the hope that longs for him to look at me.

"We need to release the field. Some of the ceiling fell inside of the field and we need to clean and make the field stronger anyway," Tony says sizing up the damage. He looks at me, obviously wanting something.

OHH YEAH.

I place my hands on the field and squeeze, the same way Adriel did to Oblivion. As the field is down, I glance at the students, they're clutching at each other, trying to go farther than the corner allows.

"It's best if you to figure out what to do with the students," I mumble, looking at the ground, "I’ll clean the other mess I've made." I turn to make my way toward Azrael's lifeless body, but a hand on my shoulder halts my body from moving. It's Adriel, he's searching for something in my eyes, and attempting to figure out why I made the decision I did. I look back, trying my hardest to look unmoved. My insides are screaming, twisting and jumping for Adriel to turn his attention away from me. He's always trying to see if anything is wrong with me. Always trying to fix what’s broken, and often accidentally breaking what wasn't. But I've lost my Warrior and I need to give him a proper ceremony all that topped with giving a burial to the other.

I succeed at getting Adriel's attention somewhere else, he drops his hand and turns to face the students."Now, now you guys, calm down, everything is okay we..." I tune out his voice and face the problem at hand. Now as to what I'll start with, Jeremy or Azrael? I'll start off with her, I don't need to show my emotion around the students, and she's no winner for my affections. I make my way toward her body and stare at the corpse. I can't believe I did this to her, she was one of the best Warriors and I put her down. There are openings all over her torso that were created by my sword.

HMMM WHERE IS THAT SWORD?

I search for my sword, looking around the stage, the floor and behind the curtains. I find it hidden underneath the curtains. Blood is splattered throughout the length of the sword, the color of the blood is rustic and dried. I place my sword back in its sheath, and walk off the stage into the hallway. I turn left and make my way to the bathroom on the right. As I enter the bathroom I notice that the stalls are wide open, it smells oddly fresh in here. There are four stalls, one being for paraplegics. Two sinks, each with mirrors raised on top of them, run along the wall in a secluded area away from the stalls. I unsheathe my sword, preparing to wash it, and memories of my dark time arise. I fall against a wall and clutch at my chest. The memories are always overwhelming when they decide to make their debut inside my head. I'm panting once the memories of killing Azrael are done flashing in my head. I sit for a moment, not sure if my legs are ready to take on my weight. I move onto my hands and knees, making sure that at least they can manage my body. I crawl toward the sink placing my hands on the edge.

I rise, looking at myself in the mirror in front of me. I look like poo, my hair is unbound, my limbs are still red, and my face looks like I haven't slept in days.

Once I've gained full functions of my body, I pick up my sword and begin washing it. The water quickly turns red, my fingers move elegantly. I'm taking extreme precaution since I have no actual equipment to clean it with. Once I finish washing and drying my sword I leave the bathroom.

Now I have to deal with the next situation. I need something to wrap Azrael in, it's beginning to feel more like a murder scene in the movies where the killer starts panicking over what to do next. I walk down the hallway and I can see the cafeteria. I turn left and make my way upstairs to the third level of the school. Once I reach the third level, I walk toward the end of the hallway, passing multiple deserted classes, which are made into bedrooms at night. At the end of the mile long hallway is where the janitors closet is. I go inside, flip the light switch, and look around for anything that is tarp or sheet related. The room is small and instantly I feel Like I can't breathe. To make matters worse, there are three racks on each side of the room. On the first rack there are paint buckets and supplies for what looks like bathrooms. The second rack holds cleaning supplies; paper towels, spray bottles, and sponges. The third rack is filled with miscellaneous items. I look and my fingers search the top of the rack, no luck whatsoever. I squat down to see the lower rack better and I am rewarded when I find a 10 by 12 foot tarp. It's rather light, but then I remember that for humans it would take maybe 2 grown men alone.