The Unforgettable

Chris

I stormed through the narrow walls, the hollowing sound of our footsteps bouncing if it.

Trailing behind me was Wren and the bewildered girl.

I flounced away -hating myself.

I could feel her eyes on my back.

I could see through the corners that her eyes were crinkling. A dang of guilt grasped at me just seconds before I shoved it away vigorously, what was happening to me?

I was just as previously confused as now at the time she laid limp, like a broken doll, on the common room floor, just moments before. As if dead. Something had came over me.

There was a sudden YEARN- NEED to help her. Save her. I felt sick. I was enraged with pure anger. Like seriously, how could I have nearly lost control over a GIRL of all people?

Even the thought of it despised me. But oh no no, just as I thought it couldn't of been any worst, I became aware of the fact that I couldn't tear my eyes from her face when she woke up.

I just froze.

Like a brainless idiot.

Entirely hypnotised by those transparent grey eyes, all wide, gazing back at me in a questioning manner- demanding for an explanation. But even so, the sight was annoyingly pleasurable.

I wasn't going to lie..
She was strikingly beautiful.

I physically had no restraint over my eyes falling in love with how her honey coloured hair fell loosely from her head in a rather not mess.

I could not look anymore. Envy had beaten me. And I hated her for it.

Turning away I searched for the girl's name in my mind. Groaning silently at the maintaining blankness.

What was it?

I thought. And hard. I hunted for the recollection of when Ace reported me on my next task a couple of months ago. Hannah- Hannah? No!

I continued searching my mind. Was her name Hannah-Bell?
Or Hannah-bliss? Yes that was it!
I decided then it was time to allow my mentality to wonder on something else.

Drawing near the entrance to Ace's dormitory. I steadily indicated my arms at the stupendous beige doors, signalling our arrival. I stole a last glance at Hannah-Bliss. She looked frightened.

How typical.

I lead the way, opening the threatening door leading again to another opening at the end of the corridor. Two guards stood rigid at each side of the door's ultimate entry.

"Here to see the majesty Ace" I explained clearly. "It's important, the arrival of our new client" I eyed them calmly, growing impatience as they scrutinised me.
Again.
Besides the fact that it was probably the trillionth time they've seen me today.

Unnecessary fools.

The two men nodded mechanically, automatically giving way. I waved my arm at Wren, but he was already on my tracks- one arm around the girls's waist.

I continued on. pacing towards the grey-haired angular faced man, who he sat unemotionally on his elaborate arm chair. Analysing him, I came to realise the fact that he could easily past for a middle-aged man- and people would think he essentially was.
But me.

I knew exactly how old he was. Much, much older. The same age as my father.
The same age as the man who beared me but could not raise me. The man who formed life with a woman who was left to function on her own with an un-born child. Me.
The man who died of love not hate.
The man who was murdered.
I abruptly erased these trauma thoughts from my mind.

Not here Chris.

"Chris Brian- Amadorè!" Ace praised. "What's brought you here again at this fine night hour?"

"I've brought the client, the girl- Hannah-bliss, you wanted" I stated, without even bothering to say hello.

"Oh yes! Madam step forward" the man indicated the spot in front of him.

"Err" the girl mumbled, stepping forward, evidently unsure on how to greet him.
I watched as she hesitantly took the mans reached out hand and shook it.
She had balls.

"Sir" she started- and stole a quick glance at me. "It's Hannah-BELL. But Bell would be just fine."

"Ooh burn!" Wren unnecessarily commented.

I pulled every energy of mine to hold my mutual gaze.
How embarrassing.
However, I was not going to give her the satisfaction of regret,
What. So. Ever.

"Ah!" Ace responded as if he remembered. "I never knew this meeting would've happened so soon, Bell. You're in danger. That's why you are placed with us in a hidden city called Peciphlopia under protection. I would soon inform you on the details.
But right now, I would inform you on details you only NEED to know, got it?
I'm guessing you were demanding on why you're here."

"Well she'll be stupid not too" I snapped.
-Without even giving a chance for the girl to speak.
Annoyed for no apparent reason.

"Wow Chris? Are you alright? What's brought this all of a sudden." Ace gazed at me 'with concern'- it was always hard to pinpoint his intentions, probably suggesting the reason why I've never fully trusted him. Not after what happened to my father.

However, I've never given Ace a single hint on the fact that I didn't trust him. And I had my reasons.

I composed myself.
I wasn't well.

I needed to get out of here.

Glaring at nothing I announced "I was tired" and left the room without saying a word.