Reincarnation (Part 2)

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PART TWO! ITS SHORT BUT I JUST NEEDED THIS UP! OK BYE STILL NOTHING IS ANSWERED!

"He can't know yet."

"If he doesn't know then something back could happen!"

"Or he finds out and that thing comes after him again!"

"..."

"Tango I know you are worried but we need to keep this under wraps-"

"HE IS GETTING HURT! OUR FRIENDSHIP GROUP IS FALLING APART BECAUSE THIS THING! WE NEED TO ACT NOW!"

"Keep your voice down-"

"NO!"

Impulse sat up at the yelling, luckily his parents weren't home that night. But who was yelling at- four am!

"We need to tell him! Or something worse will happen!"

It sounded like...

"Zed?" Impulse muttered out and looked around the dark room. No one was there. His door was partially open and he could hear yelling.

"What if it gets worse, huh? What if that shadow comes back a-and-"

"It won't as long as we don't give into its influence. We have been doing that for too long. If we don't focus on doing all we can to end this thing once and for al-"

The noise fell away and all Impulse could hear was static. It was overwhelming and the clock seemed to stop.

4:59

"Now you see they trust you so little to tell you"

The earlier malice was gone. The feelings from this thing (the Shadow Is what the other called it) he had earlier gotten we're present but a lot less prominent than before.

"They were talking about...you?" Impulse looked around and noted the clock still did not move, the static had gotten stronger and Impulse could now see the stripe of red-it looked like a visor. A red visor?

"They do not trust me"

It sounded upset. And Impulse against all his instincts screaming at him this wasn't right and he was in danger, he felt sympathetic.

"Why not? Why aren't they telling me?" The red seemed to glow bright in the darkness and Impulse squinted, still looking at the darkness that surrounded the window.

"You are not from here and they know. They do not trust you"

Impulse could feel something deep within telling him this was so wrong that he needed to run. But he stayed. He needed to know what was happening.

He stayed silent and the static grew louder. He stayed still and started into the glowing redness outside.

"They trust me..." Impulse muttered and it was as if time started.

5:00AM

"OH your awake!" Iskall walked in and then froze, staring wide eyes at Impulse who tilted his head confused.

"TANGO GRAB A TOWEL AND MAKE IT WET!" Iskall yelled and Impulse could practically hear what Tango would respond with.

That's when he felt something on his face. Bringing a hand carefully up he put it to the side of his mouth then brought it back. Nearly gagging in horror.

Blood. He was bleeding from his mouth.

"Oh..," Was all he could say before a wave of tiredness overcame him and Impulse fell backwards, back onto the mattress and closed his eye. The words around him and concerned talking faded and Impulse fell into the darkness once again.

One Week Later

Tango and Inpukse walked down the dirt path in silence, the nip of winter still in the air as the seasons changed.

Tango wouldn't look at Impulse as they walked and the air was so thick a knife could cut through it. Impulse subconsciously messed with the scarf as he glanced dark the darkness of the trees around them.

The two had had a pretty bad argument a few hours ago about Impulse's visions. And Tango got annoyed when he was out of it during their lesson.

They continued to walk in silence as they made their way to Impulse's house where they planned to have a  sleepover, this time without everyone else.

"I'm sorry for snapping." Impulse stopped in surprise and looked at Tango, who had also stopped and was looking stg the ground, not daring to look Impulse in the eye.

"You don't have to apologise!" Impulse walked over and hugged Tango. Not wanting the awkwardness to continue. Tango hugged back and Impulse smiled.

"Now let's get to your house!" Tango grabbed Impulse's hand and they ran down the path, laughing and racing each other.

Unaware of the glowing red eyes watching them with a sick grin.

So, any theories? Just say any thoughts I want to know what people think.

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