Black Eyed (Original)

Chapter Eleven- Screaming

A/N: Hello, hello!

Like I promised, here's a chapter! I legit just threw this together in the past two hours and it's mainly a filler, but whatever. A chapter's a chapter, right?

In this you get introduced to a "new" character. Meet Alexander, or as you previously called him, Brenton. DUN DUN DAA

Alexander

        "Will the screaming ever stop?" Clarice screeches, high enough to break glass. She drops her book on her the ground and wraps her hands around her blonde head. Clarice had been trying to read a novel on the couch - upside down, I might add - but Willow's screams were too piercing to permit much thought. Even I was contemplating covering her face hole with a pillow. Death by sleep. That's supposed to be peaceful, right?

        I would have liked to have died by a pillow.

       The hospital heist had been accomplished without a hitch. We - me and my "adoptive brothers", Jepith and Samuel - had gone in, did a bit of damage (but not too much, like we were told), got Willow, and got out. That was four days ago, and we still have no idea how she knew we would be there or why she is screaming like a banshee. We had collectively theorized that she might be having "visions", but we can't know for sure until she wakes up.

        After taking Willow from the hospital, I had received a shit ton of grief from Samuel and Jepith for getting my ass handed to me by a small girl. How would I have known that she was better at fighting than Norris himself?

        I tried to explain that it was just her visions that she had won by, not by her physical being. They, however, won't let me live it down.

        "Did you see her?" I hear a distant mumbling from the kitchen table, it being placed in the dining room next to the den where I now sit on the floor. "She was like, gotcha slugger, and then was like, ka-pow, look at that, all nose bones broke. It was amazing."

        "He's such a pussy," I hear Jepith say through hysterics. "Alexander needs to take defense classes." Laughter erupts, and someone slaps the table in their madness. Blood pours into my face and I can feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. Air bursts from my nose and I pull at my white hair.  Clarice turns to look me, her chest hanging off of the coach, an upside-down book near her nose.

        "Just ignore 'em," she mumbles from the pages, not really caring.

        I don't.

        I throw myself off of the ground by my legs and walk with a giant gait without fault or stumbling between the transition into the dining room. Jepith and Samuel look up to me, their smiles wavering and falling from their faces. Good.

        My fist collides with Jepith's nose and Samuel almost falls from his chair in his panic. He scrambles from the floor, an arm out stretched to support himself. His feet flail about crazily to put himself upright. He tries to flee from the room, but I'm too hyped to allow that. With a slashing pain from my head, I pin him to the wall on the opposite side of the room.

        My hand tightens on Jepith's shirt so he doesn't fall to the floor from his daze. His eyes start to roll and I feel a faint pressure against my chest - him trying to push me away. Too bad I hit him too hard for his head to work properly. My fist cracks into his cheek, his brown irises disappearing to show the yellowed white meat of his oculars.  I throw him to the ground, knowing that he is too out of it to pose much of threat with my back turned to him. I pace to Samuel's form. His back looks adhered to the wall, his toes just barely grazing off of the ground. I barely even feel my head's pain from the exertion of keeping him against the wall.