I'm...different. Most people are out to kill me.
And not in the classic cat-fight way.
Like, with a knife, or gun.

Jake is my only friend.

I trust no one.

This is what the mark (#) has given me.

The group of people I belong to are hunted, killed for things we do not know. Just because you possess special powers doesn't mean you are evil, right?

I sure as heck hope not.

This is what I am.

I, Fire Rose, am an Allure.


8. Chapter Eight

After walking for an hour, my stomach starts to grumble. We set up camp around a small campfire in a clearing just off the trail. So if Zak really is behind us, he can join us any time he wants.

"Why do you think we're going to this bunker?"

"He has answers. And he'll give them to me." Jake looks up at me from his squirrel.

"What are you going to use?"

"I have a knife in my boot if it comes to drastic measures."

"If he doesn't answer to that?"

"I have a gun in my jacket."

"Deal." He takes a bite of squirrel and grins at me.  I push him playfully and nibble on mine.




After I'm sure Jake is asleep, I grab my bag and pack up. Zak is probably already at the bunker now, it is only two miles away from where we started. That shouldn't take long. When Jake suggested setting up camp and eating, I wasn't happy about it. We are so close. I can't wait any longer. I take one last look at Jake before leaving him alone again, hoping he'll forgive me one more time. I walk for about five minutes in the dark before deciding to reach out to Zak.

Zak? Can you hear me? Are you close?

Silence. I stand still and look around. No movements. I pull out my map and compass and check I'm going in the right direction. Yep. Why isn't he answering? I can't be that far from the bunker. Unless he didn't leave the base yet.

But he should have. Why would he wait? He seemed urgent to get out in the first place. Maybe something happened. What if he's hurt and needs my help? Don't think like that, he can take care of himself. He would have asked for my help in thought if he needed me.


I whip around, looking around me.



Oh, thank god.

Where are you?!

The bunker! Where are you guys?! Jake won't anwser, I thought something was wrong!

No, I left Jake. He's asleep.

Asleep? It's only two miles.

I told him that. He said we hadn't slept in days and needed rest. I couldn't sleep. So I packed up and moved on. Where are you?!

You look beautiful in the dark Fire. Your eyes really shine.

You can see me?

Of course I can see you. You aren't that far.

I look around and walk a few more steps.

Where are you?!

Keep walking forward.

I keep walking. I run straight into something hard and tall. My first thought is a tree, but then it reaches out and catches me before I fall.

"Zak." It comes out as a sigh of relief. He pulls me into a hug. I hug him back.

And then another flashback hits me.


A coarse whisper against the top of my head.

"Don't leave me."

"Never, never again." I reply.


"I promise. I swear. On my life." A soft pressure against my mouth. Then it's lost. A long beep drags out into the darkness of the echoing room.


"What are you?" Zak tenses up.

"I wish I could tell you Angel."

"Why do you keep saying that!?" I push him off me and look at him in frustration, though I can't see his face fully. "You can tell me! You just choose not to!"


"No! Don't 'Angel' me! Tell me what you are and why you can give me flashbacks! And what they mean! And why they're significant in my life!"

"I really wish I could, it's a long story."

"I have time. All the time in the world, actually." Zak sighs and runs his hand through his hair. It rests cradling the back of his neck for a second before those bright green eyes look up and meet mine.

Another memory hits me, hard.


We are standing in a large city, with skyscrapers all around. There are flashing lights and horns. There is loud music blaring from the building to our left. I grip his hand as he pulls me into a dark building. We enter to people dancing and singing along to the music.

"They're here?"

"That's what he said."

"Jake, I don't like this."

"I don't either. But you want him back don't you?" I nod slowly. He pulls me to the back of the building, where a tall door stands. A man opens the slide in the top of the door.

"Can I help you?"

"Here to see Zak."

"No visitors."

"Come on, open the damn door." The man narrows his eyes. He shuts the slot and the door slowly swings open. I let out a sigh and follow Jake in.

"He's in the farthest room on the right."

"Thanks." Jake mumbles.

"Oh, I wouldn't take her back there. He's pretty bad." I feel tears starting to overwhelm my eyes. I throw Jake's hand out of my grip and run down the hall.

"Fire!" I keep running, ignoring Jake's screams. As I reach the door, I yank on the handle. It swings open easily and I rush inside, falling next to him and untieing his hands. They are scratched and covered in dry blood. As soon as they are both free he pulls me into a hug, me sobbing into his shoulder. I wipe my eyes on my sleeve and pull away.

"They told me you were dead." He runs his hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his neck. His eyes flicker up to meet mine.


I take a deep breath in and collapse. Zak rushes down to my side.

"You need to tell me what happened now. Right. Now."

"I can't, I can't." He whispers. I shake my head and push him away from me.

"Then stay away from me. I don't want to see these anymore. I can't do it. I can't keep guessing at what will happen next and what order these are all in. The flashing lights, the scream, the blood on your hands, the loud music, the man at the door, the cafe...the crosswalk. I can't do it. I can't do it..." I just keep shaking my head.

"I know you're strong enough for this. I know it. You can do this Fire, I promise. It's not as complicated as you think." His hand rests on mine, near the middle of my thigh. That's when I notice I'm shaking. It's freezing. "You're cold." I shake my head again.

"No, I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me." He grabs my hand and pulls me up. "Come on, it's warmer inside."




Once I'm on the couch, with hot chocolate and a blanket around my shoulders, I have relaxed a little. I have warmed up to Zak. I'm no longer suspicious. I trust him. Maybe not as much as I trust Jake, but I trust him. I know he doesn't want to hurt me. I take a sip of my hot chocolate and steal a glance at him. He's on the other side of the couch, watching me closly. Not like he expects me to do something unexpected, but like he is making sure I'm alright.

"I'm fine."

"I know." There's a pause.

"Then why are you staring?" His eyes look at his hands, draped on the top of his knees. I set my hot chocolate on the table and pull the blanket farther around me, pulling my knees to my chest.

"I just need to know you're fine."

"I just said I was."

"That's not what I meant." He sighs and shakes his head. "Nevermind." I grin. He looks up at me and smiles back. I quickly look away, worried I'm blushing.

That's not normal for you Fire. Focus on business, no matter how adorable that dimple is.

"Why am I hear?"

"Thought you wanted answers."

"Like you're going to give them to me!"

"We can't be heard or seen here. So yes, I'll answer anything I can." I sigh.

"That easily?"

"You won't have to use that gun in your jacket, if that's what you're asking." I pull my jacket closer to me. He laughs a little.

"Any question?"

"That I know and want to answer. Yes."

"Alright." I bite my lip and think of what I want to know most. There are so many questions going through my head right now.

"You have The Mark on your cheek."

"And you have it on your right bicep."

"Does that make you Beguile?"

"As much as I wish it did, no." He mumbles.

"How is that possible?! Only Allure and Beguile have The Mark."

"I don't know. It just is. And it's not a tattoo, if that's what you're thinking." I sigh. He's confusing me.

"What do you know about this map?"

"Absolutely nothing." He says, shrugging.

"You're positive?"

"Pretty sure, yeah." I nod slowly.

"When did I meet you?"

"Just a few days ag-"

"No, I mean really meet you. The very first time. Even if I don't remember."

"Why does it matter?"

"I just want to know okay!" I yell.  He nods.

"It was-"

"Can you show me?" He looks up at me again.

"Are you sure? I thought you said you didn't like it when I showed you memories."

"I want to see this one. It's important to me." He smiles, the dimple showing off his very small Mark.

"It's important to you?"

"I want to know why I know you, why I...liked you so much." I say, blushing. He smiles wider. "That sounds stupid doesn't it?" He shakes his head, shuffling to sit next to me.

"No, not at all. It's the most important one I have in my head." I look up at him and grin at his cheesiness.

"Cheesy." He ignores my comment.

"You ready?"



It's a nice sunny day outside, but with Dread School, I can't do anything but fight. I sigh and finish putting my hair up, slowly shuffling down the stairs. I cut up an apple and head out the door.

"Hey Fire!" I look to my right. Jake runs to catch up to me from his porch.

We were neighbors...

I smile and he drapes an arm over my shoulders.

"You ready to kick some boy ass?"

"Not looking forward to it, but yes." He grins.

"If you go against me you are so losing."

"Bull crap!" I shove him playfully.

"Oh it's on!" He runs after me as I sprint down the block. Dread School is just around the corner. I push through the doors and run to our classroom.

"Welcome to class Fire, tardy again. And Jake, I see you are also tardy." I smile and fall into my seat in the front. Jake grumbles something and walks to his desk to the back, not before messing up my hair.  I swat his hand away. "Today is initiation." The whole class cheers. "I will pair you up with the upper level classes, and you will see what you will be put in next year. Good luck, and have fun."


After we all crowd into the room, the older kids all stand over us, staring us down. I pull my sleeve down a little more, covering my Mark, hoping my competitor won't notice while we are fighting.

"Fire." A few cheers erupt from my class. I smile.


The girl everyone fears and cheers.

"Zak." I look up at my competitor. His bright green eyes shine bright into my two colored ones. He smiles.

"Good luck." He mumbles as we switch sides. We shake hands and the fighting begins.


After pinning him four times, him pinning me four, we come to a draw. That has never happened in school history. So, being the annoying teacher he is, Mr. Cawl pairs me up with the enemy. I'm now supposed to practice four hours a day in the summer with this boy.


The first few weeks went well, fast paced, not really talking, just fighting. Then it started to be more like friends meeting for fun. We'd catch a movie after, or maybe eat lunch on a bench in the arena together.

I'm starting to get closer to him.


Then, one day, after seeing a movie, we head to the arena for another round, having tied again.

"You're going to get your ass KICKED!" I say, cleaning my sword.

"We going swords?"

"Let's go hand?"


"You're on."

We circle the arena, counting down the starting count.





"One." I make the first move, grabbing his wrist and twisting it behind his back. He spins out of it and pulls me into a neck hold.  I elbow his gut and he sputters backwards. "Ow."

"Tough it up big boy." He smiles and I grab his arms, twisting them around. He spins, taking me with him, both of us spinning out of it. We stop, our hands over our heads, noses touching. We are breathing heavily. I stare at his eyes and he stares at me.

"I hope you know you're beautiful, Fire." His breath softly hits my mouth, only being about an inch apart.

"You think so?" I whisper back.

"I know so." His mouth brushes against mine softly. It's a soft kiss, not passionate and wanting. Soft and caring.


I take a deep breath in. Zak watches me closely.

"You....you...." His eyebrows raise.


"You...kissed me." He bites his lip and looks down.

"That was just the first time. I've done it a lot more than once." He mumbles. I breath deeply, trying to figure out what I just saw.

"You liked me...and...I liked you..."

"Now that's where you're wrong."

"That's what I saw."

"I didn't like you then."

"But you kissed me!"


"That doesn't make any sense." I say frustratedly, throwing my hands in the air and looking up at the cieling.

"I like you now." He whispers.

 As soon as I look at him again, I instantly want to kiss him.

And I do.








Ohh...so good.(x

Luf Yewh My Little Owlz(x
~$WaGMaSta FrOm DoNCaSt@

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