"I'm going to start a war."
I meant it, too.
Restlessly I glanced over to the brunette who lay beside me, sound asleep under the fluffy comforter. The only thing I was able to see was his dark brown hair resting on the pillow. Carefully I lifted the blanket to show his sleeping figure. He seemed so...Worryless. Relaxed. I was envious of him. Then again, being naieve and worryless takes away all the fun, doesn't it?
I subconciously found myself running my hand along his jawline, stopping to rest on his cheek. I contemplated whether or not I should wake him. He would be angry at me for sure, but I didn't mind. He puts up more of a fight when he's angry or embarrassed. I turned my fingers slightly, watching as a crimson trail sprung up from pale white, and my lips curved into a small smile. He stirred slightly and I pulled my hand away, just hovering over his skin. Once he was awake, I would be unable to see that peaceful expression again. And that bothered me quite a bit.
I rolled over to face him, resting my forehead against his. Again, I felt the warmth of his skin. And for a reason that could not be explained, my craving for his life's blood seemed to dull and disappear, making it's way to the back of my mind. I closed my eyes and just as I was about to fall into sleep, he stirred again. I opened my eyes and found me staring into his. Is something wrong? He silently asked. I replied with a smile.
"I'm fine...Good morning."
I barely recognized my voice, and to make matters worse he seemed to steal what was left of it with a gentle kiss. My mind swam in confusion. There was no way he would make an advance on me like that.
He must be half-asleep. I chuckled at the thought of his reaction once he had fully woken up. No matter how much I insisted on his actions, he would most definitely call me a liar. But that was fine with me. After all, it was a memory only I would have to myself.
...Like the many I had.
A few weeks had passed since the doctors had come to see us, and I was beginning to get a little impatient. Huffing silently to myself, I pondered about what I was going to do to bring my plans into action. I would need something precious of theirs...Something they would most definately want back, to lure them in. Instantly my mind, and my eyes turned toward Joshua, who had once again closed those brilliant blue eyes of his. They had tried so hard to keep his made-up life...Why would they let him go so easily? It didn't make sense to me.
Unless they were expecting this. Did they allow us to escape on purpose? Was this just a test?
If that were the case, then I had to put what I loved most--who I loved the most--on the line. Again I began to stare at the brunette, taking in his features. The angry red scratch on his cheek was still there, oozing precious blood down his face. What if he got hurt? Not only by security, but what if I hurt him in some way?
My mind flashed back to one of the first times we had seen each other in over eleven years. I was able to hurt him then...I was angry at him, for leaving me behind...I drove nails into his skin. I made him bleed so much on that day...All that life was drained...And yet I still wanted more. I wanted to bathe in his crimson blood, only his. That way he would never leave me, he would always be one with me.
But...Even after all of that, he still kept coming back. Something in the back of his mind told him he needed to see me, needed to find something out. And he still hasn't found his memories.
Perhaps sending him back to the asylum as bait would help with that. Perhaps, if he entered the right room, it would trigger his memory.
But he would have to go alone. Could I really leave him again?
I placed a hand on Joshua's dark hair, using my other arm to pull the sleeping figure close. There had to be a way to keep him safe. I had to go with him, somehow. I just needed someone else's help to find out how to.
Pressing a kiss to the top of his head, I carefully got out of bed and left the room. It was time for a certain sister's advice.
Everything looked much more breathtaking in the dark. Or maybe it was because the light hurt my eyes. Either way, it was a lot calmer as I headed down the hall toward Amberlynn's room. I didn't bother knocking. I knew she was expecting me, as always,
"Sister dearest..." I called out. She sat up with a smile, careful not to wake Emily.
"Hello, brother."
-------THIS. IS. A. PAGE. BREAK. Joshua's POV-------
The morning sun shone into my eyes, and my immediate reaction was to get up and close the curtains. One thing I had noticed was that it was a lot brighter outside. Which probably meant there was snow on the ground. The other was that Vi had already woken up, and was not in the room. It didn't surprise me. He was an early riser.
He was going to start a war.
It was the one thing I couldn't get out of my mind. It was ridiculous. Pointless. How many of the staff were in the building? Much more than ten or fifteen, perhaps even fifty. How could he--No, how could we, as I realized he could never do this alone--Fight over fifty men? Especially considering the build on most of them. The five of us would never have a chance!
Just what was Vi planning?
"Joshua."
A voice jumped me out of my thoughts. I whipped around, eyes like a deer in the headlights.
"Woah, calm yourself. It's just me." Amber said, arms upraised in surrender. She took a seat in the comfy chair at the corner of the room, and gestured for me to sit as well. Hesitantly I sat on the edge of the bed.
"Where's Emily?" I asked. I knew that Amber would never leave the child by herself, so I suspected she was in the room somewhere.
"Still sleeping." She replied. "But I'm not here to talk about her. I'm here to talk about something serious."
A tiny sliver of fear made it's way into my heart. Amber was never the serious type. Even when she was beating the life out of Washington, her anger always showed just a hint of amusement.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "What is it?" I asked, trying not to let emotion seep into my voice.
"Vi has told you about his plans, correct?"
I nodded. "Briefly. He said something about starting a war, right?"
Amber nodded solemnly. "Do you know the details?"
"I don't." I muttered slowly, suddenly suspicious of the redhead. "...Do you?" I added.
Amber averted her eyes. So she did know something.
"Do you?" I repeated, adding a little more force in my tone.
"Look, I'm only telling you this because I worry about you." Amber quickly looked around the room. "If Vi finds out I'm telling you this, he won't let me live it down. So I'm only gonna say this once, okay?"
"Okay--"
"--You have to listen to every word. Trust no one."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'm serious, Joshua--"
"--Okay, okay." I held up my left hand. "Cross my heart, I will not speak of this to anyone and I won't put it off. Happy?"
Amber giggled. And I mean, legitimately giggled.
"Very. Now listen up."
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SHORT CHAPTER IS SHORT! BUT I HAVE REASONS!
1. I've been working on this forever because of school stress keeping me back. Now it's Summer and it's about time I released something to let you all know I'm not dead.
2. I decided to release this now to be evil because I'll be on hiatus for two weeks due to a family vacation. But hey, at least I released this now rather than when I get back right? So it's not evil, but it is at the same time. Because I'm making you wait at yet another cliffhanger.
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~ Alycia