Shatter me

Chapter 2

The song is in the sidebar, in case you want to hear it. It's Dubstep. Enjoy!

The soft lilting music began. There's nothing that needs to be said... the deep voice of a man boomed overhead. Ivy skated away from her position in the center and glided to her right. We can pretend, we'll sandblast these walls and paint them again... She shifted her weight to her right, causing her to turn to her right. She ducked gracefully near the ice, turning slowly. There's nothing left for us, when everything comes to an end... She let the words lift her and turn her, guiding her along the scratched ice. She shoved her feet into the ground beneath her and pushed off, jumping into the air, a small smile playing on her lips.

Oh, we hit a bump in the road again... and now I'm working out just what it meant. I don't know much, but I know at last... That I'm falling fast and I won't come back.... You say that everything is going wrong... She swirled around again, moving with the music, retracting her body in time to the dub step.

We'll sandblast these walls and paint them agaaaaaaiin.... Ohhhhhhhhhh... Ivy slowed herself and turned yet again towards the center, braking spot in the middle of the rink and looked down again.

She steadied herself, and caught her breath. Dancing on ice always gave her a rush, although ballet wasn't her favorite type of dancing. She much preferred the body movements of hip hop to ballet, but she hadn't mastered dancing hip hop on skates yet. She had learned many different forms of dancing. Contemporary, hip hop, ballet, jazz, you name it. She could improvise to any kind of music, it was in her blood.

A hollow sound of clapping filled the stadium. Ivy whipped her head around. A figure was standing at the edge of the rink. The figure was wearing a baggy hoodie with the hood pulled over his head. She squinted her eyes to make out the face, but he didn't seem to look anything like Mike, or even Edna, who had some sort of fetish for dressing up like guys on random occasions. She drifted to the hooded figure.

"Who is it...? Mike what's with the hood?" She asked, her voice sounding raspy from all the shouting she had done that morning. Her uncle had a knack of ruining her Saturdays, hence her always finding peace and calm here, her own little utopia.

The figure chuckled. He took a few steps closer to the rim of the rink.

"Why don't you come a little closer? That way we can introduce ourselves properly," he said. His voice was deep, slightly menacing.

"Why... What do you want from me? You look pretty creepy with a hood on your head, seeing as I can't see your face from here. You could want anything from me!" she said with as much confidence she could muster. How did he get in here anyway? Oh right... Damn the rink being open on Saturdays!

"My name's Daren. I come in peace. I've seen posters with you on it all over the state now, advertising how you were now going to represent our state in nationals?" He said with a tinge of amusement in his voice.

Now that the initial shock had worn away, Ivy started to feel a bit irritated. The kid had ruined the moment! She always ended her routines on ice with pure silence, and now this dude!

"Maybe... Why does that bring you here on a Saturday morning?" She asked. She had to admit, this guy had done his research. Or simply stalked her. Either way, he had figured out she practiced here on Saturdays, so he was to be given some sort of credit.

"I work here. Well, now I do. I started on Monday." He said. Well, that explained why he was here, but now she needed to know why he was watching her.

Ivy skated closer. "Why were you... observing me? Are you some sort of undercover scout?" she blurted. Undercover scout? Really Ivy? Seriously?!

Daren chuckled again. He seemed to be rather amused with this entire situation, as though it was totally normal to be watching 17 year old girls doing their ice skating routines on a Saturday morning. "I was 'observing you' because your poster intrigued me. Your form shows that you're an all rounder dancer, and I personally love hip hop. I just wanted to see how good you were. " he informed her.