♤SPRING SHIELD (MxM) ~fantasy~♤

Arrangements

"Stop that."he demands,taking a step towards me in warning,

"If I don't want to?"my confidence is wiped clean off me when I feel a prick on the offending finger. "Ow."I mutter checking it,

"That happens. I prick you each time you mess with me."he says smugly and I scrunch my nose up,before heading to the board at the other end of the room. Sticking my hand into my bag,I take out my first draft for my Craftsmen convection project.

Using the bulletin board nails on my desk,I stick it on."It could use some work."Elijah says,taking up a relaxed stance,

"I never asked for your input,Mr Lewis."I clarify straightening out the paper,

"Just Lewis will serve our arrangement,Kristian."
"Okay,Lewis. Got it."

Slowly he walks closer to the piece of paper with my design on it. Placing his hand on it,a crooked smirk lies upon his lips,"You really are...."

"I really am what?"

"Forget it."he says snatching his hand away and walking back into his office,"I'm not helping you today but myself."
"Right,I forget your biggest motive in life was your selfish interests."I sigh dragging myself towards him as he picks up the file I previously left on his desk and then he falls onto his chair and simultaneously puts his feet onto the table,

"Rookie mistake,Red."there it is again,

"What do you have against red heads?"I say sitting across from him,

"Irrelevant question. What is this?"he asks unpacking the papers,

"A standard electrical wiring and plumbing lay out of most houses in Ferrez."he looks up and gives me an inquisitive stare,

"The object that we'll be working with won't need wires,Red."

"I know. But the extensions that are there will get deterred from their mission if other metals and activities interfere."I explain and he nods,

"Okay,I'll keep this..."on his own,much larger bulletin board,he uses his powers to keep it there,"In mind when we start drafting up,designs."

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It's late,I think to myself,no one else is awake in my apartment building as I walk up the dark stairwell to an empty house I call home.

I haven't had time to decorate yet with everything going on. So far,it's just a bed and a couch,a couple kitchen supplies too but they don't really count.

This weekend I might head into doing some things but there's also my project. I don't think that I will but its good to hope.

I take my keys out of my pocket and place it into the key hole. The sound snaps my head into pain and my knees buckle,placing my hand onto the door for support. I try to stabilise and breath,easily go into the flash back so I can cleary get what it's trying tell me.

Count down what you see. Just like what the doctors told me.

"Keep track of what keeps appearing and any relevant details in check."I whisper as the pain increases.
A brown door. I open it just the same as I did now.
The numbers three hundred and two engraved in gold metal. My laughter echoes as I throw my shoes off and enter the house,I'm on the phone with someone. I'm dressed like I just came from work. i'm younger,more lively and full of confidence that flows like a mountain stream,steady and endless.

My hair seems even more vibrant. My lashes flutter ever so slightly as I blink. My skin is smooth and looks extremely soft.

I envy the old me.