Inpossible (Series Of Scars)

chapter Two♤

"Sorry I know our ways of transporting you here are quite hostile, but desperate times call for desparate measure" someone is saying, its female "Who cares at least shes here now" a boy says as my eyes adjust to the light. I can see a hunch of people surrounding my bed, well hospital bed.
The boy who knocked me out stands by his eyes trained on me. A piercing glare and dangerous aura radiates of him. I can tell we aren't going to get along.
Still staring at me I watch him smirk. A girl notices me stir, she hushes the people and suddnely I'm the center of attention. "Your awake" she says kindly, though her etire doesn't suit her personality, deep blue top which a long jacket reaching her knees. Bleached red hair and porcelain face with deep dark blue eyes, the real unsettling feature is her smile, it belongs on a beach tan barbie doll.

I return a shaky smile despite myself. The boys eyes have continued to burn, why I feel the need to know is killing me "Dylan you got a crush?" The red head muses. He snorts unattractively, his glare leaving me, my body start to feel weak losing power. My head rolls to find the pillow, the energy drained from me. "Look I told you leave her alone Dylan of she gets hurt its gonna be on your grave" the red head says glaring at the door who looks comfortable draped against the wall but he looks different like the fire of I'm guessing hatred dying inside.

They both turn to look at me, and the intense burning sensation flowed through me, "It returned" I mutter to myself only to be stared at by a set of people "Whats your name" the girl asked chewing her bottom lip "Can you remember? I mean Dylan did use a lot of powe" she stops short "Power?" I ask, dismay crosses her face but she quickly maskes it "How about we start with basics what is your name, how old are you and do you know why your here?" She asks looking a me, I sit up my memory flooding back "Umm.. my name is Tara Memd, i am year 10 studing major in english, I am 16 born on..." "Okay we don't need autobiography" the girl laughs "I'm Paige Red" she sticks out a hand for me to shake
I take it politely and she pulls me out of breath. "Your quite notorious around she say slicking a thin arm around my scrawny shoulders. I fight the urge to push her off "Why?" I ask taking in the surroundings, in front of us is a black door with a keyhole "Can you see it" she asks "The barrier the only thing that protects is from the virus" she says darkly pulling me through the door, "A hologram" I say looking back, someone is pressed up against the door, Red's eyes turn dark and emotionless. "Can he come in" I ask, but as I continue to look at him I don't see a person a see a well monster, his face is clouded a creepy smile plaster across his mismatched face "Can you see it" I nod wanting to get out of this place "Lets go" I say the man getting up and moving towards us, "Okay" she passes me a pale blue ring, that fits my middle finger, a small slot opens up, and I place the ring in it, my pace excruciatingly slow "Hurry" Red says from the other side of the portal, nodding I'm pulled into a blue sphere, my body landing unscathed on a tile floor, No one was around except for the occasionally knight in shining armour and smouldering fire "This is the west wing, because our sexuality doesn't defy us we are allowed to sleep with a boy and girl in each dorm" she says proudly leading up a flight off stairs, I trail after "So who am with" I ask pleadingly as we stop abruptly at red door drenched in laquer and olive. "Well this is where I leave you to get acquainted" she steering me over to the sunken in frame "Your roomate is.... uh well " she says sheepishly her voice fizzling out, grabbing the paper I stare "Dylan Oave, doesn't sad that bad?" I say pushing the door open.