Midnight

Chapter 6

Vertigo's POV:

I'm not joking when I tell you that I slept for a total of twelve hours and that I was incredibly late. While it is a fact that I rarely sleep because of the pleasant voices screaming in my head, I was a bit amused. How often is it that a telepath is able to actually get some sleep? Half a day of it at that!

But I was also still, extremely late.

I pushed myself out of bed and quickly got myself ready. I suppose I won't bore you with my morning routine, no matter how curious you are about how I'm able to keep my skin so "flawless" and my hair so perfectly ruffled. You're going to have to just remain curious.

I put on a nice sweatshirt, some black jeans, and my precious Nikes which I would kill for without a second of hesitation.

I had one of those kitchens that faced the living room and was somewhat at the center of my apartment. I grabbed a cup of coffee real quick, but I realized that something felt a bit off.

The house was surprisingly quiet and felt a bit empty. It was probably because a certain perfectionist wasn't bickering with me every morning like she always did. Vanya took over my guest room, but she usually woke up at eleven at the latest.

It had been 1:30 in the afternoon.

I felt a sense of panic creeping into me. She wasn't anywhere to be found, not in the living room, the kitchen, the office, the balcony. I tried to read her thoughts, but everything came in jumbled and I could hear everyone in the apartment complex, but I couldn't hear her. I ran a hand through my hair and chuckled softly, it wasn't like I cared about her or anything, what was I getting so worked up for? If she wanted to leave and risk the chance of getting caught by Ignis, that was all on her and I wouldn't have anything to do with it.

But for some bizarre reason, I searched in the guest room anyway, perhaps out of the kindness in my heart. Vanya was right there, with the blanket over her head, and sleeping away without a care in the world. She was floating in her sleep, hovering a bit over the bed for a second before she landed back on it.

There was a sigh of relief that escaped me, but I wasn't sure why. Like I said before, I didn't care for her in the slightest.

I grabbed a sticky note from the table and scribbled quickly.

Hey Vanya, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back in an hour or two at the most.

-Dorin

I stuck it on her forehead and suppressed the urge to burst out laughing. She continued to sleep, breathing softly, and was huddled inside the blanket. For someone I really didn't like, she seemed quite peaceful in her sleep, and for a moment she looked like a normal college student, who wasn't burdened with the stress and horrors of being a superhero. I shut the door behind me quietly and left my apartment.

I was greeted by the bright sunlight and a chilly breeze that blew past my hair hard enough that I needed to run a hand through it. The motorcycle ride didn't exactly make the wind less obnoxious, because the rest of my hair had landed on my eyes at that point, and I used my telekinesis to push the loose strands away.

And then I heard them.

The voices.

I shut my eyes tightly at a red light, trying to ignore the loud thoughts of everyone around me. A mother rushing to drive her kid to the doctor's appointment, the businessman trying to get to his interview, some truck driver who really needed to go to the bathroom, and so many more.

My head was throbbing as the thoughts seemed to swirl inside my head. I sped away, trying to drive in front of all of them.

But the voices didn't stop.