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- Posted: Sat, 26 Jan 2013 17:02:10 +0000
- Look at me behind the scenes.
- Look at how I pull the strings.
- Look at how they follow me:
- Control the heart, control the king.
Hazinyul had retreated to her room. Grey, at least, had forgiven her, or so it seemed anyway. She didn't know about the others. Things had broken up too quickly and she'd felt so shy about bringing it up with anyone, in case they were angry at her or else thought she was only concerned about herself. Well, she was pretty concerned about herself, she had to admit - but that didn't mean she wasn't concerned about anyone else. Instead of trying to force it, she'd gone to her room and had spent the last few hours messing around on her phone. She didn't really like it, huddled all alone and pretending to be amused by a screen smaller than her hand. She'd rather be with her friends, sitting and watching a movie, laughing together and throwing popcorn at the screen... except that no one trusted her anymore. They said they did, but probably just to make her feel better. They would never trust her again.
After a while, she got up and went to the kitchen for a bottle of water and a snack. She found an apple in the fridge - that would do nicely. On her way back up the stairs, Grey came thundering across the landing and hurtled past her. "Grey!" she gasped, pressing herself to the wall to avoid him. He was covered in blood! What had happened?! Had they gotten in? They had gotten Grey - he was going to die! She bolted after him, jumping down the last five stairs and landing with a crash. By some miracle, she was balanced enough to keep right on running, even if her first couple steps were awkward and clumsy. A door slammed shut in front of her. She tried to stop, but her sock feet had no traction and she skidded into the door anyway. Hazin looked at her full hands, made a noise of frustration, and shoved the apple into her mouth so that she had a free hand to pound against it. She spat the apple back out. "Grey, what's wrong? What happened?" she shouted through the wood, pulling hard on the doorknob. It was locked. She could probably break it down, if she absolutely had to, but that was a last resort. Battering herself to pieces wasn't going to do anyone any good.
She looked around for any inconspicuous movements. She listened for anything unusual which might indicate a lurking assassin, but she couldn't hear or see anything. The sun had gone down, not that it had been much good with the clouds in the way, and everything was dark now. Everyone had been upstairs, so no one had turned on the lights down here. She was disoriented by the darkness and already frightened about Grey, so she couldn't count on early warning - these conditions were perfect to use against her. She pressed her back to the solid door and kept watching. They weren't going to catch her unaware.