Divine Chaos

Dallas has been going through some weird changes. He notices that he is fairly angry a lot of the time and is hardly hungry anymore. His eyes change from a bright green to an unsettling grey and he starts getting sick as well. Something is wrong with him but he is not sure what. Not to mention his strange attraction to the new girl.
*More interesting than it sounds. Romance, Shifters, Angels, girls with cancer.*
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-Kate Thorne


1. Chapter One: Red and Black

"Dallas!" A voice rang through my head. "Dallas James! You get your lazy butt out of that bed before you're late!"

With a yawn, I sat up in my bed stretching. School. I met the warm blue eyes of my mother, her blonde hair falling around her beautiful face. My mother had always had a sense of youth. It amazed me.

"Five more minutes," I mumbled rolling back over.

"Oh, no! Up you go lazy bones! Five minutes will turn into fourty five! Lets go!" Mom said yanking away the blankets. I groaned in protest and curled in on myself. I could almost hear her put her hands on her hips. She yanked the pillow out from under my head and proceeded to beat me with it. "DALLAS! Dallas, my wonderful son, wake up as your mother commands!"

"Mom!" I shouted covering my face in defence as I laughed. "Stop!"

"Then get yourself up! You may be seventeen but I wont think twice about yanking down your pants and beating your scrawny butt like Grandma used to!" She said shoving the pillow in my face. Great, now she was trying to suffocate me!

"Okay, okay! I'm up!" I shouted in defeat.

She pulled away in satisfaction and nodded before walking out, making a point to turn on the light as she went. I laid there staring at the ceiling for a long while. Just laying there; thinking. About what? Good question. About everyhing and anything. With an exasperated sigh, I kicked my feet over the bed and got dressed. A pair of black skinny jeans, my kicks and a blue t shirt. I glanced into the big mirror in the bathroom. My eyes looked different. Usually they were a big round green. Today, the eyes that stared back at me were pitch black, the pupil not visible in their darkness. I blinked in surprise before walking fully into the bathroom and flicking on the light. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. Yeah... It had to be.

But with the lights on, standing before the mirror, staring back at me were those unmistakable black eyes. And they were darker and creepier than I had thought. Maybe I was getting sick? I pushed my curls out of my eyes and leaned forward toward the mirror to get a closer look. Up close they werent as dark as they looked and I could see small specks. They were barely visible, but they were there. Specks of blue, brown, gold, red, purple, gray, orange, green, yellow, pink; every color I could think of. But there was one new color in there, one I didnt recognize that didnt make the color prism chart.

"Dallas, what on earth are you doing?" My mother's sudden voice sent my heart into my throat as I jumped.

I glanced at her. Her face was puzzled but filled with that maternal concern. "Uh... I was just um..." I looked to the mirror and gave it a somber pat. "Having a staring contest with... Myself."

Mom raised her eyebrows at me, obviously not convinced. "Uh huh, and who won?" She asked as she leaned against the door frame crossing her arms. She was almost two heads shorter than myself. People could actually look at her and believe she was my sister. But being tall ran through my Dad's side of the family and I shot right up at age twelve and looked like a tower from an old cartoon, my legs and arms not keeping up with my sudden outburst. It was really awkward looking. But finally at age fifteen, my body grew into itself.

"Well, I almost had him," I said jabbing my thumb toward my reflection avoiding my mothers eyes. "But you kind of ruined it. He won."

"Well, you can have a rematch later." Mom said pushing off the frame to grab my arm. She leaned up to place a hand on my forehead. I stared straight ahead making sure not to look into her worried expression. "No fever. You're going to school. Come on, breakfast is on the table."

I was usually starving in the morning, I could have eaten a whole cow. But a glance back at myself, taking in my black eyes, my bright lips, flushed cheeks, and pale face, I felt empty. "I'm not hungry." I said still not looking at her.

She was silent for a moment. "Well, come downstairs. The bus will be here soon. You know Monica wont wait for you." And with that she walked off. Monica happened to be my mom's best friend. It was weird that she was my bus driver.

I stared at my reflection one more time, fixing my hair to make my eyes less noticable. I slowly made my way down the stairs and into the mismatched kitchen. Mom loved the bright yellows and light blues where my dad appriciated the dark colors. Even though they were seperated she still kept it much the same. The dark mahogoney table with the four light chairs each with a different seat cushion on all of them. A little pink and purple high chair sat at the end of the table for my tiny sister. The cabinets were yellow and the walls were light blue. The counters were a darker color as was the fridge because of dad. I felt a tiny hand reach up to grab my hand. I looked down at Makenna and smiled. She was a blonde like my mother with tiny curls. Her eyes were blue like moms too. Dad was blonde also with brown eyes. So where had my dark curls and green eyes come from?

"Morning, Kenna." I said placing Makenna in her high chair. She smiled at me giggling. She still couldnt speak all that well and chose to stay silent. I gave her a kiss on the forehead before turning to grab my usual seat, only to find my cousin smiling up at me. "Morning, Tess."

"Hello, Dally." She said sweetly. She began to chomp on her toast. I went and sat down across from her, in my dads old seat. I felt squirmish all of a sudden. I stared down at my food and reluctantly pushed it away. Tess stared in shock.

"Not hungry..." I claimed.

Her eyes narrowed and she stood and walked over to me. With great ease, she took my chair and turned me toward her. I raised my eyebrows at her. She grabbed my hair harshly and removed it from my face. She stared at me in thought. "What happened to you eyes?"

I shoved her hands away and quickly looked away. "Nothing, leave it be."

"Have you been drinking? Or smoking?"

"Im pretty sure drugs dont turn my eyes black. Neither does drinking. And no, I havent." I sighed looking back at her.

"Then whats up with your eyes?" She asked.

"You tell me," I said running a hand through my hair.

"I would, but we're gunna miss the bus. Come on, Dally!" She grabbed my collar and dragged me around like I was her personal pet. She released me when we got on the bus. Monica gave me a small wave as I walked past. I walked to my normal seat in the back and sat alone. I was lost in thought, my hood pulled over my head. My back was beginning to hurt and burn a little.

What the hell was happening to me?

~At school~
A hand shook me and woke me out of a dead sleep in English. I looked up to see my friend Johnny. He sat down next to me. His blonde hair was messy from the downpour.

"You look like crap." He told me.

"Thanks," I grumbled rubbing my eyes.
His eyes widened but he stayed quiet. The bell signaling the end of class rang and I was already halfway out the door. One more class and it was over and I could lock myself away in my room. Away from the odd stares and whispered comments. By now my back was practically screaming. I was mostly hunched over. I probably looked like a twisted creature from a cheap horror film. I sat in the very back and laid my head down all through Astronomy.

In my head a shadowed figure made its way across the treeline of the woods, his stature matching mine perfectly. Even his walk. I followed but was always a good distance away. By now the forest was growing dark. We still stuck to the treeline, keeping a careful round. As the light of day went away and the darkness shrouded us, the figure began to faintly glow until it was like an angel lighting a path to a heavenly rest. As I watched, the glowing figure began to shudder, almost vibrate. The darkness around it quivered and twisted like a mist, flinching away. The figure began to change, morphing into something else. The glow died down. The figure slowly pushed his dark hair away from his face as he turned to look at me. My eyes widened as I met his bright silvery eyes that stuck out in his pale angular face. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Just before me, past those silvery eyes-

I gasped as the final bell rang, springing me from my seat. Everyone turned to look at me. I was still gasping for breath as I grabbed my backpack and ran from the room. I shoved passed the crowd in the hallway ignoring the remarks and gasps of protest. I threw the door of the bathroom out of the way and burst into the nearest stall, choking back a scream as I vomited into the toilet. I stared down at the bowl, a shiver running down my spine. I had vomited blood. I flushed it and backed away, jumping when the sink hit my back. I turned around to grip the sink for support. I stared into the mirror. My hair was all over the place and eyes were even darker. My face looked like paper. I wiped the blood from my face and washed my hands. Maybe I am just sick, I thought as my hands trembled at my sides. I pulled my hood back over my head and reached down to grab my things that I must have thrown down, though I had no memory of it. I kept my head down as I walked to my bus and went straight to my seat. I could hear my name in the whispered conversations from my friends behind me.

I felt Frankie tap me, "Hey, Dallas, you alright man? You're acting funny. Johnny said-"

"Johnny was wrong," I growled between my teeth harshly. "I'm fine."

Frankie got silent and sat back. "Whatever, dude... You're freakin me out."

I shrugged and flinched away as someone sat beside me. I relaxed a bit when I realized it was Tess. "What is going on? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." I sighed leaning my head back against the seat and closing my eyes.

"You sure?" I just nodded. "Let me see your face." She demanded. I kept my eyes closed and cringed into my hoodie. She grabbed my face and turned my head toward her. She was silent. I opened my eyes to look at her and she was just staring at me without expression. Her hazel eyes were filled with terror, whether it was for me or of me, I wasnt sure. She dropped my face and played with her long wavey brown hair. "You look bad, Dallas. I mean like... You should go to a hospital."

I waved a hand at her turning away. I'm not going to a hospital. They'll just make it worse."

"So, you admit that there is something wrong."

I paused. "Yes."

"How bad is it?" She asked as the bus lurched forward in motion.

"I dont want to talk about it here." I said my voice barely a whisper.

"That bad? We will have to finish this at home." She stood and quickly made her way to the back. I heard her yelp and fall as Monica slammed on the brakes. I peeked out the window. We were still at the school. I looked toward the front of the bus to see what was happening. There was a girl standing on the steps talking to Monica. She had chestnut colored hair and crystal blue eyes. She wore a pair of jeans and a t shirt. She nodded to Monica and began to look around for a seat.

Unfortunatly, the seat next to me happened to be the only open one.

I kept my head down as she walked over. She stopped beside me with a great big smile not even hesitating. "Mind if I sit with you?" Her voice sounded like wind chimes.

"Sure..." I said as I awkwardly scooted toward the window to give her as much room as possible. When she was settled I took a deep breath and looked to her, making sure my hood was secured. "So, you're new here?" Though, I knew the answer before I asked.

Her blue eyes widened and her cheeks turned slightly pink as her voice dropped to a whisper. "Is it really that obvious?"

I smiled past my hood. "You stick out like a sore thumb."

She crossed her arms. "No I dont! You're the only one who asked." She sighed.

"Oh, they noticed. You're going to be the talk of the town for God knows how long. They just didnt care to ask." I informed her.

"If they dont care, why will I be talk of the town?" She asked sounding very confident.

"Because you're a new toy, though they would never say it to your face or show they care enough to gossip. Not much happens here. So when something happens, it happens. Last exciting thing that *happened* was Jessica Rider getting in a reck." I said with a shrug.

"Thats aweful!" The girl chirped her mouth agape.

"She survived. Shes fine."

"But its terrible to talk about someone like that!"

"That's just life here." I said nonchalantly.

"What are people going to say about me?" She wondered quietly.

"That depends."

"On?" She asked looking up at me.


"What do you mean?" She shifted in the seat so she was facing me fully.

I thought for a second. What did I mean? I took a deep breath and turned toward her in return. "Here it all depends on who you hang out with, how you act, what you're like."

"Like any normal high school. Cliches and Jocks and Cheerleaders."

"And nerds." I added.

She rolled her eyes. "What catagory do you fit into?"

I opened my mouth only to quickly shut it again. "Um... I dont know, actually."

She giggled a bit. "I'm getting cliche advice from someone who doesnt even follow one?"

I smiled back. "I guess you could say that."

She thought for a second. "I'm Audrina."

"Hi, Audrina. My name is Dallas. Welcome to New Jersey. And let me be the first at Witherston High to say, welcome to the home of the Eagles."

"Thanks. I'm sure I will enjoy it." She stared at me for a second. "Do I get to see your face?"

I froze as she reached for my hood. She halted when she saw my sudden stress. "I'm sick. Dont get too close." I warned her.

"Are you contagious?" She asked inching closer.

"I'm not sure." I said truthfully.

She smiled again, a sweet smile and grabbed my hood. "I'll take the chance." She yanked down my hood. I waited for a scream or even a gasp but none came. I stared down at her. She didnt even look shaken as she met my black eyes. "You arent a vampire, are you?"

I blinked. What an odd question. "What?"

"You know," she said moving her fingers to her mouth to make fangs. "A vampire. Your eyes are black. Like in *Twilight*. When they are thirsty their eyes turn black."

I shook my head. "Last time I checked, I dont sparkle."

Her smile widened. "Good, I dont think I would taste to good."

I smiled back despite how I was feeling. "Dont be sure. Its always the innocent ones that taste the best."

"What about the sick ones?" She asked with a serious face.

My eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

She looked down at her hands. "Nevermind..."

"Are you alright?" I asked. "Cause I can totally get some happy dust to make you feel better."

She looked up at me in confusion. "Happy dust?"

I nodded. "Throw it on said upset or grumpy victim and viola! Happiness all around!"

She smiled and attempted to stifle a giggle with little success. "Thanks, that actually made me feel a lot better."

"Sure thing."

Audrina suddenly leaned toward me and grabbed my face in her hands observing me. Who was this girl? And why was she so.... Different? "So, you have no idea why you're so pale?"

"Nope." I said carefully as she turned my face this way and that.

"And the eyes. Are they new?"

I hesitated for a moment. "Nope." I bit my tongue. You idiot! Now it could be easy to be caught in a lie. Why did I lie? What did it matter what this girl thought of me?

"Ever done drugs?"

I pulled my face away. "Why does everyone suddenly think I'm a junkie?!"

She didnt look bothered. "You tell me." The bus came to a halt then. "Well, this is my stop. See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure." I said as she stood. She looked back to give me a light wave. I waved back with a smile. I pulled my hood back over my head leaning my head back against the seat. It wasnt long before Tess was shaking me. I looked around only to find we were at our stop. I sighed and jumped up and carefully made my way off the half empty bus. I huffed as I made my way inside, happy that whatever drama on the bus had sent Tess into a frenzy. She had forgotten all about talking to me. I walked up the stairs waving to my mom and Makenna. Mom watched me with concern. I flinched as I reached the steps, picking my way up and to my room.

I closed my door carefully plopping down on my bed. I laid there thinking about food, but still not feeling hungry, though I hadnt had one thing to eat at all today. It was odd. I shoved my face in the pillow praying tomorrow would be better. I felt like I was going insane. I felt the groginess take over as I fell asleep in my jeans and all...

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