'Four to stand between the light and the shadow,
Four of blue fire, power in their blood.
Born in the year of the maidens vision
Four less one and the darkness triumphs.'
Lange Thorpe POV
" Genesis! Lange! What's wrong with you two?" I hear Roses' voice. It's foreign, cold and unwanted. It broke into our little world and rattled around annoyingly.
" hey, look ; I'm just trying to help. If you guys are okay, then give us a sign, OK?" Roses' voice says again.
We seemed to be lying beneath the staircase, our arms around each other, Genesis' head on my shoulder, my face pressed into Genesis' hair.
Our house mates were surrounding us, looking down with worried expressions. Except Conrad who seemed to be highly jealous of our, um, current position.
" what do you guys want?' I ask irritably .
" what do we want?" Mikhail leans forward, dirty blonde hair swinging.
" you two fell off the stairs. And you want to know what we want? We want to know if you're okay,"
" we're fine," I say in a clipped tone. Genesis didn't say anything anything. Neither of us had any desire to talk about what just happened. It could wait until we were alone, until it was the right time. I stand and help Genesis up as well.
" where are you going," Raphael quietly asks.
I don't answer but just grab my bag, go out the door and bang the door.
As much as I liked what happened with Genesis and I back there, I had a queer but utterly persuasive sensation enfold me: we were being watched. It was ridiculous, but it was there; I even felt like I knew who was watching.
I need to talk to Mrs Huddleston about this immediately, I rarely have such strong awareness even in my natural form. Something or someone is planning something terrible I can feel it, and I have to find a way to protect Genesis fast.
