There was nothing Micah hated more than awkward silence. It hung over a room, oppressive and heavy. It was almost painful to him. He wanted nothing more to fill it.
He sat on a crate, sipping from his Caprisun, listening to the others chew. Chewing was such a disgusting noise. He hated it. He especially hated when someone chewed with their mouth open. As someone was right at this moment. He didn't know who. If he did, he would've chucked his now-empty Lunchable box right at their head.
Around noon, they'd all emerged from their little hidey-holes. Micah, Rose, Colton, Max, Alastor, and Lian. All of them. They were hungry. They pulled some food from the foam coolers they'd been storing it all in, then began to eat. In perfect silence. It was driving Micah mad. The best part of lunch, or any meal, for that matter, wasn't the food. Food was good, yes. Excellent. He loved food. But it still wasn't the best part. Conversing with one another was the best part.
He didn't necessarily like these people. But that didn't mean he didn't want to talk. He loved talking.
"So—" He began, lowering his Caprisun.
"No." Came Alastor's instantaneous, curt reply. "Shut up."
Micah raised an eyebrow, then began to sip from his Caprisun again. His empty Caprisun. A loud slurping sound filled the air, assaulting the ears of his poor companions. Lian cringed and Alastor tensed. Rose just turned towards Micah, likely casting him a glare.
"Stop it," Alastor growled.
Micah just continued to slurp away.
"Oh my God." Alastor stood. "Stop."
Micah ignored him.
Alastor marched over and snatched the pouch from him. "Shut. Up."
"I'm not talking." Micah looked up at the tall boy with an innocent smile.
"You're so immature." Lian sighed from where he sat.
"No, just annoying." Micah winked over at him.
"Well, stop." Alastor jabbed a finger at Micah, drawing his attention back to him.
"No," Micah smirked a little. "I don't think I will."
Micah thought he could hear Alastor's teeth grinding. "How old are you? Four? You act like a child."
"I'm seventeen, actually," Micah replied evenly. "And I don't see anything particularly wrong with acting like a child."
"We're here to be villains." Rose snapped, butting in. "You don't act very villainy—"
"Villainous?" Micah put in.
"Whatever!" Rose huffed. "You don't act very villainous. You're just an ass."
"I'm not just an ass." Micah grinned. "I've got very fine features other than my ass. I mean, I've got pretty nice hair. A beautiful face. A great jawline, really, if I do say so myself. A stunning smile. Pretty eyes, if you ignore the acid burns. And a—"
"Stop." Alastor's energy roiled with barely restrained anger. "Just... stop."
"Sorry." Micah snickered. "Am I making you feel... inadequate?"
"No." Alastor bit out the word.
"Are you sure?" Micah raised an eyebrow.
"You could hardly know what my insecurities are, Pierce."
Micah laughed. "Pierce? Seriously? Are you a coach, Allie? The school principal? Our new teacher?"
"No," Alastor growled. "But I'm very tempted to teach you a lesson."
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(Old Version) The Blood of the Covenant
Science FictionHeroes. Villains. Right. Wrong. Good. Evil. The line between it all might not be as black or white as they once thought. Micah Pierce and Matthew Rivers were raised by mercenaries in a city divided by heroes and villains. Though their lives were con...
