Inseparable

CHAPTER TWO

Harry woke up with an arm around his waist; he was cuddled up with Tom in his bed as the winter weather caused horrible drafts to flow through the room they shared. Their room was only for the two of them, and no one else. It's not like they wanted to go into their room anyway. No one would dare enter the room of the 'Freaks'. The others would have large groups of children stuffed into one room, to save on space. There were two rooms for the other seven year olds: one for the girls and one for the boys. There were seven children in each of those rooms and so the beds were pushed up right next to each other to allow more room for a small desk and chair. Tom and Harry's room was fairly small and narrow. With two beds, one on either side and a small wooden and chipped desk at the end below a barred window. The beds were twin-sized, with metal frames and hard, lumpy mattresses. Very uncomfortable to sleep on, luckily for Tom and Harry they manage to use their powers to make it softer. They could even use their powers to make the desk less chipped and have a glossy finish to it.

Harry rolled over so that he was facing Tom and poked his cheek in an attempt to wake him up. Tom didn't even stir, so Harry poked him again. That time Tom blindly waved a hand to make Harry stop. After the third time, Harry poked him, they both ended up on the floor tangled in the duvet. Tom was always one with a short temper. Tom groaned at the pain in his head from hitting the floor but Harry was simply giggling at their 'funny' situation. "Good Morning sleepyhead," Harry said in amongst giggles.

After the two boys got ready they walked down the stairs of the orphanage to the breakfast hall. As soon as they entered the hall quietened and everyone stared at the two boys who stood in the doorway. After a harsh glare from Tom, they all averted their eyes and went back to their for. Tom and Harry sat at a small table in a corner of the hall. No one dared to look towards the table, let alone sit at it. 

At one of the main tables in the breakfast hall, there was a new thirteen year old boy, Percey Jones, who joined the orphanage last week.

"So why are those two boys sitting alone in the corner?" He asked the rest of the group.

Another boy, Jeremy Pickle, paled at the mention of the two boys and quickly leaned in over the table so fewer people would hear. "Stay away from those two. No one who's been near them has been normal afterwards. They're freaks and do freaky things, so don't go near them." He warned.

"But what exactly do they do." Percey kept pushing, his curiosity taking over everything else.

"Well there are lots of things that they do all the time, but the most recent big thing that they did was about six months ago. There was once a boy named Joseph Evans and he was fifteen years old. He was upset because a family came that day, but didn't pick him. He was in a sour mood when he passed Harry, the one with green eyes; rumours say that he pushed Harry to the ground while walking past him. However, he didn't make it far when he also fell down to the ground, face first. When he looked around Harry was still on the floor and there was no one else in the corridor. So who could have pushed him, there was nothing on the floor which he could have tripped him up. Then when he looked forward he saw a small pair of feet. His eyes trailed up to the owner of the feet, and a pair of gleaming blood-red eyes stared down at him. Suddenly he starts to thrash around and scream as if someone was breaking all his bones while simultaneously burning his skin. Tom steps around him and helps Harry stand up. By then Mrs Cole is already at the end of the corridor since she obviously heard his screams. The whole orphanage did. What happened next was messed up: Harry walked around to face Joseph. He looked him in the eyes and that's when it happened. Something in his mind snapped. Joseph stood up and ran towards the window. He didn't even open it. With full force, he jumped through the glass and fell three stories down to the concrete ground. He fell straight to his death. Mrs Cole was there and witnessed it, no one pushed him out. Harry was angelic as always but Mrs Cole says that there was a murderous glint in his eyes. But when questioned, he looked like the angel they say he is. Had the police completely wrapped around his finger. But I know the truth, he's a freak and does freaky things, so stay away." Jeremy said in a hushed voice. 

Percey laughed, "You have some imagination, my friend. That would be good for a campfire story, but it won’t work on me. I'll go see what's so freaky about him." He said. Still laughing, he stood from the table despite the whispered warnings.

Percey marched himself to the lone table in the corner of the breakfast hall. The two sets of unnatural eyes snapped from their books to the uninvited guest. "What do we have here?" Percey mocked as he stepped closer to the two boys. "Two little freaks I've been told." The blank faces of the boys immediately turned to scowls when the work freak was mentioned. They glared, eyes glowing, at the boy in front of them.

Harry was reading a book on Exobiology, finding aliens interesting, while having a mental debate with Tom about Quantum Mechanics. He looked up with Tom when he saw one of the new boys walk towards them. He sighed internally; some people just had to learn the hard way. Harry glanced towards Tom when the boy started to ramble about stuff he didn't care about. 

When the boy said freak, Harry's eyes shot up to stare at the boy. He hated being called a freak, it was his trigger word, Tom's too. "Oh, look, they respond to being called a freak. Well, how does it feel, to be called a freak? When everyone else is a normal person, but you will always be freaks. Even when society pretends to accept you they won't. Deep down you know I'm right. Don't you?"

Tom literally growled, not much could make him growl like that, he normally held a stoic expression. Blood red eyes stared into the pale bluey ones Percey had. He dived into his mind, painfully ripping it apart. He quickly flicked through his memories and paused at one of his nightmares. Tom caused the nightmare to replay in Percey's read repeatedly. 

Percey screamed, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall. After a minute Tom stopped replaying the nightmare in his head only because Harry used his powers to make him fall to the ground twitching and shaking violently. 

Percey felt all his bones breaking. He felt his skin being pulled off the fleshy muscle underneath. Obviously, it wasn't actually being pulled off. Harry messed around with his nervous system, making him think it was actually happening. 

Mrs Cole, came rushing into the hall and quickly approached the twitching boy. Before she could ask what was going on Harry made his already wide eyes impossibly wider. The were bight green filling with water and panic "Mrs Cole, I think he's having a seizure! Help him!" Harry shouted out, playing the innocent angel facade. Mrs Cole thought instinctively that it was the two boys who caused him pain. However, Percey was showing the right symptoms for a seizure and right now she had to get him medical attention; so she couldn't spend time thinking about the two strange boys. 

Tom had remasked his emotions and now looked around with a blank face at everyone who was currently staring at them. As soon as they saw the blood-red eyes glowing towards them, they quickly turned away and focused back on their food. Tom who had already finished the majority of his food nudged Harry with his elbow and mentally whispered to him to come outside. 

Harry finished off playing an innocent boy by asking constantly worried questions about Percey's heath. Mrs Cole eventually got fed up with all the questions; she had a feeling that they were not sincere and shooed Harry off after reassuring him that Percey was going to be fine. Harry smiled gratefully at the old lady and grabbed his book on exobiology, which he hadn't finished reading yet and headed outside to where Tom was waiting for him under their tree.

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