Thursday, November 9, 2006

Hey ya'll. Here's the newest addition to Fire and Ice! and here's some notes on it. Talin: jet black hair, fiery red eyes (i forgot to put it in there last time), and seem to be emotionless. Riven: black hair with fiery red streaks, onyx eyes, seems to be drawn to Talin. note: they may seem close to each other for their first day but remember this. both of them never had friends before so of course they're gonna latch onto the first person they find. and u'll get the title later on in the story. any questions plz ask. i absolutely don't mind. and it may be hard to understand who said what cuz i kind of flip flopped them but its how i like to write things. they both think a certain way and they both see things different. and i repeat the scenarios cuz they both have different or alike views on the same things. so questions aske me, comments plz and happy reading! Fire and Ice (part 2) Halfway down the hall, I heard him say my name. I figured it was insults he wanted to say. I thought he might be just like everyone else. I kept walking, ignoring his calls. I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder. Instinct took over, and I swatted his hand away roughly. It was only afterwards did U realize what I just did. “S-s-sorry,” I stuttered. “Reflex.” “It’s okay. I just wanted to ask you something,” he replied. “Before you do, tell me your name.” “Riven,” he said coolly. “How do you know mine?” “I saw it on your notebook in science,” he said. “Can I ask my question now?” “Yeah. Shoot,” I replied. “You were drawing in class. I thought you were good by the way. I just wondered if you were in art class.” Inwardly I was happy that someone was actually talking to me and asking which classes I had, but on the outside, I remained emotionless while replying, “Yeah. That’s my next class. I was heading to it just before you stopped me. If you have that class now, you can walk with me.” His onyx eyes brightened up as he said, “Sure.” We walked to art class and sat next to each other. Art was basically the only class I listened to. The art teacher gave us a class assignment for the next hour. We had top draw what our childhood memories mostly composed of. I instantly flash backed to my brother. He was seven years older than me. I remembered that whenever our parents fought, which happened a lot when I was little, he would take me out of the house and play with me at the park which was just down the street. My memories then flashed forward to when I was ten and he was seventeen, and when he was killed. He was hit by a car, which afterwards drove off. The impact broke most of his ribs which pierced his heart and lungs. His last words to me was, “Be a good girl, okay?” “You okay?” I heard Riven say, breaking my train of thought. “Uh, yeah. Just spaced out for a bit,” I said. I saw him glance towards the sheet of paper in front of me. I looked at the paper and was surprised. Subconsciously, I drew my brother. It was a collage of different things. I drew a picture of him holding me after my mother yelled at me. One was of him playing with me at the park,. The next was of the last moment I shared with him. He was lying on the ground smiling at me, blood seeping out of the corners of his mouth. The last picture showed a coffin being lowered into the ground. At the top of the paper were big bold letter that spelled out “Vincent,” my brother’s name. Riven looked at me questioningly. “My brother,” I explained. My voice lowered, “He died seven years ago.” “I’m sorry for bringing it up,” Riven said. I sighed, “It’s not your fault fate hates me. So don’t be sorry.” ~***~ I quickly walked out of the science room and walked after the girl. “Talin!” I called. She didn’t look back. I grabbed her shoulder, but almost instantly she slapped it away. “S-s-sorry,” she stuttered. “Reflex.” “It’s okay. I just wanted to ask you something,” I said. Those fiery red eyes looked up at my onyx eyes, “Before you do, tell me your name.” “Riven.” “How do you know mine?” Her eyebrow raised in question. That was the most expression I saw on her face so far. “I saw it on your notebook in science. Can I ask my question now?” “Yeah. Shoot.” “You were drawing in class. I thought you were good by the way. I just wondered if you were in art class.” Emotionless yet again, she replied, “Yeah, that’s my next class. I was heading to it just before you stopped me. If you have that class now, you can walk with me.” I brightened up at this, “Sure.” I walked with her to art class, and we sat next to each other. Art class began shortly and the teacher was already giving us instructions to a class assignment. We were all supposed to draw a picture of what our childhood memories were composed of. I immediately pictured my brother sprawled out on the floor drunk. I also remembered my parents dying in a car crash when I was five. I looked around and saw other people drawing happier things like birthdays, vacations, and holidays. I looked at what Talin was drawing. Her eyed were in a daze, but her hand was swiftly moving across the page as if she were copying down her thoughts. I became concerned as I saw the images she drew, “You okay?” I spoke. Her eyes went back to normal. “Uh.... yeah. Just spaced out a bit.” She saw me glance at her paper. The first two images were of a small child and a young teen together. The last two showed the teen dying and then inside a coffin. In big bold letters at the top spelled out “Vincent.” “My brother,” she said quietly. “He died seven years ago.” I felt guilty when I heard that, “I’m sorry for bringing it up.” Her fiery eyes began to dull as she spoke, “It’s not your fault fate hates me. So don’t be sorry.” I felt like saying something comforting to make her feel better, but I didn’t know what. I turned back to my paper and began drawing. I decided on what to draw and took to imaging it out on the paper. It was of my brother. Talin glanced over to my paper. She raised an eyebrow in question when she saw the man in my drawing. “This is my brother. His name’s Drei. Hobbies are drinking, getting stoned, and passing out on the floor,” I told her. “I can tell,” she said, a faint smile on her lips. “Wow. That’s the first smile I’ve seen all day.” “I guess it is,” she said, her smile vanishing. Class ended and I walked back to my locker. Talin walked with me saying she forgot a book in it. We parted ways as we went to our own classes, mine being history and hers math. It made me a little sad to see her go. She was an interesting girl. Her fire red eyes made chills run up and down my spine when I look in them. Her jet black hair made them seem brighter. Her eyes were like a candle’s flame trapped inside thick layers of ice. It worried me when the fire in her eyes dulled. Like no one else, she made me feel different. I wanted to make that fire burn brighter and melt the ice that surrounds her. ~***~ An awkward silence came after I told him of my brother. I looked at his paper that he just started drawing on. I saw a young adult sprawled out on the floor. There were beer bottles surrounding him. I gave Riven a questioning look. “This is my brother,”he said, “His name’s Drei. His hobbies are drinking, getting stoned, and passing out on the floor.” “I can tell.” “Wow. That’s the first smile I’ve seen today,” he said. I was shocked. I didn’t even notice myself smiling. “I guess it is,” I said, returning my face to its emotionless state. Class ended shortly after and we both headed to our locker. My next class was math and I had forgotten my notebook in the locker. We parted ways as I went to my own class and he to his history class. I felt sad. He was the first person to talk to me like a human being. He looked concerned every time I masked my emotions. It felt strange that he cared enough to even worry. My next few classes went slowly. Finally it was sixth period, the last hour of the day. I reached the classroom and saw Riven sitting in the back. I took the seat beside him. “Long time no see, Talin,” he said. “Hey. Guess we have three classes together.” “Hey! Freak Girl is back this year,” taunted a girl. “Hello to you, too, Loraine,” I said monotonously. The girl glanced over to Riven and smirked, “I guess Freak Girl found a mate. Freak Boy!” I sighed, “What the hell do you want?” Loraine leaned in closer. She was a few inches from my face. I could feel her breath as she spoke in a whisper, “Just to wish you good luck for this year. I look forward to humiliating you again, you friend as well.” She backed away ans returned to her friends. I clenched my fist in anger. Pain shot through my hand as I realized I held a pencil in my hand. Clenching my fist caused the pencil to break, sending splinters in my hand. “You okay?” I heard Riven say. I stayed silent, grimacing at my hand. He reached over and grabbed my hand. “Let me see it,” he said softly. He looked at my hand. The splintered wood of the pencil scraped part of my hand and it was beginning to bleed. He reached into his bag and pulled out a roll of bandages. He gently pulled out all of the splinters and wrapped the bandage around my hand. When he finished, he looked up at me. I wore a confused look. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing. It just surprised me.” “Really?” he looked shocked. “Why?” “No one’s ever done that before.” “Couldn’t imagine why,” he smiled. I looked down, “People are afraid of me. They think I’m strange and too different. What you just did just shocked me a bit.” “I can’t imagine why they would think that. You’re cool.” Class ended, and school was over for the day. We walked to our locker and packed the books in our bags. We exited the building. “Hey. Riven, you busy tonight?” “No why?” “I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out.” “Sure. What do you want to do?” I smiled slightly, “I want to show you something.” I grabbed his arm and quickly walked down the street. We arrived in front of my house. “Wait here. I need to get something,” I told him. He waited outside while I entered my home. I quickly made my way to my room and laid my bag on my bed. I emptied the books out of the bag. I grabbed a small wooden box. I placed it into my bag and returned to Riven. ~***~ After we parted , the rest of the day was a drag. The end of the day was near since I was now heading towards my last class. I sat down in my usual seat in the back. Talin came in shortly after. She sat next to me and looked at me with her fire red eyes. “Long time no see, Talin,” I said. “Hey. Guess we have three classes together.” Soon enough, we were interrupted by some snobby girl who obviously knew Talin. “Hey! Freak Girl’s back this year,”she taunted. I heard Talin’s monotonous voice speak next, “Hello to you, too, Loraine.: The girl glanced over to me, “I guess Freak Girl found a mate. Freak Boy!” “What the hell do you want,” Talin spoke up. Loraine leaned in closer to Talin, mere inches from her face. I couldn’t hear what she said, but the angry expression on Talin’s normally emotionless face told me that she hated Loraine and what she was saying. The girl left soon after and returned to her friends. I stared after that girl until I heard a faint grunt from Talin. I glanced over to her and saw her hand. She had broken her pencil and splinters had lodged themselves in her skin. Part of the pencil scraped her hand. “You okay?” I asked. She stayed quiet as she stared at the blood seeping out of her hand. “Let me see it,” I said as I gently grabbed her hand. I carefully pulled out all of the splinters and took a roll of bandages out of my bag. I gently wrapped it around her hand. I looked up at her when I finished. She looked confused. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Nothing. It just surprised me.” “Really? Why?” “No one’s ever done that before.” “Couldn’t imagine why,” I truthfully said. She looked down as she see quietly spoke, “People are afraid of me. They think I’m strange and too different. What you just did just shocked me a bit.” “I can’t imagine why they would think that. You’re cool,” I said with a smile. Class ended, and we both walked to our locker. After grabbing our books, we exited the school. “Hey, Riven, you busy tonight?” she asked me. “No. Why?” “I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to hang out.” “Sure. What do you want to do?” A faint smile appeared on her lips, “I want to show you something.” She grabbed my arm and began leading me down the street. We stopped in front of a house. “Wait here. I need to get something,” she said, while disappearing into the building. I leaned against the side of the house and waited for her to come back. A few moments later, she reappeared. “Okay. Let’s go,” she said almost happily. “Okay,” I pushed myself off the side of the house and followed her further down the street. I looked at her eyes and the fire I saw behind them looked happy. I felt glad she was. For some reason, I felt something coming from her. Like a child calling out. I wanted to make her happy, and to make that fire shine brighter.