Pangaea* (Under revision!)

50.5 million years into the future, and Earth has reverted back to it's original state-the super continent of Pangaea. A new country is born, learning from past mistakes. A girl, riddled with sadness but an unknown power. A boy, with a silver spoon in his mouth and pockets full of money. This infant country is, however, surrounded by war and death, and both boy and girl are no exception. When a government plot threatens to overthrow everything they hold dear, Adelle and Marcus must search themselves to decide what's right.

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13. Ade, Arrow, Ade, Arrow

 

 

 

 

 

       

         Instinctively, I scrambled backwards. Marcus, my best friend, the only one I have left in this world, was to die? Shaking my head, I screamed at the sky. "You have taken so much from me-what else could you possibly need?!" Tears ran down my cold cheeks as my body shook with uncontrollable sobs. I could see Marcus getting weaker day by day, but I hadn't noticed. I was a horrible person, why didn't I see it sooner?! Marcus, slipping away into the woods, followed by grunts of pain. But he would come back with that dazzling smile of his, assuring me that he was fine. I shrugged it off, believing him. I should have pressured him, say "No, your not OK."  I banged my fists down on the hard, damning everyone and everything to hell.  "Take me! Take me!" I screamed, my voice cracking under the stress of constant yelling. "Take me! I have nothing to live for, take me instead!" 

        Still sobbing, I ignored Marcus, who was still recovering from his fit. I curled inward, and wrapped my arms around my knees, drawing them close to me. I began to rock unconsciously. The world around me was spinning, black spots clouding my vision. I felt myself tilt backwards, and I closed my eyes, ready for the impact. The impact never came. In an instant, I was being held in warm arms. I hadn't noticed I was cold, until his arms wrapped around my middle. I didn't realize that I was a person- a human being- until this man came to pull me out of the hellhole I'd fallen into. Opening my eyes (I hadn't realized I'd closed them) I gazed up into Marcus's chocolate brown eyes. 

     A rough, work-worn hand brushed away the remains of my tears. Quickly, I averted my gaze. "Look at me, Ade." The command surprised me. I'd never once heard Marcus ask for something, let alone demand it. Swallowing my fear, I looked back up, daring to take the chance. Looking into his eyes, I searched for the signs. I looked for the cloudy-ness, the unfocused pupils, the dull remains of the dying. I gripped Marcus's rough chin, and twisted his head from side to side before grabbing one of his hands and inspecting his nails. I gasped, and slowly let the hand drop to the ground. There were no signs, he seemed healthy. "Stay around me much longer, and you'll get infected."  a gravely voice said. "I don't care." I looked him straight in the eye. "I promise, no matter how sick you get, no matter how scared we are, I will never leave you. I'll always be here, Marcus."

    My answer seemed to surprise him. In a split second, Marcus's arms were once more around me, pulling me closer to him. I snuggled into the crook of his neck, enjoying this small moment of sanity, of peace and calm.  "Stupid, Stupid girl."

  

Arrow's POV-

      I hissed under my breathe as I watched the two embrace, kneeling on the wet ground, oblivious to the rain and myself. That bastard had no right touching her. She had carried my child, and wore my ring.  I saw my baby but once, a fleeting glance. Blue eye's like Ade, and a thick mass of dark hair much like my own. He had no right to touch her, no right to her body or feelings. Snarling, I whipped around, smashing my fist into the nearest tree. She was mine! Marcus was nothing but a sniveling little bitch without a backbone, and who didn't know how to put women in their place. They belong in the shadow of man, and I'll be damned if a women goes through with plan XXY, and gets the fame I deserve.  

     "Plan XXY-Infiltrate the Capital Building and expose any national secrets regarding public safety. Topple over the government after exposure, so as to build a revolt. A revolution." I grinned. I knew more than Adelle did, much, much more. But whose to say that a bit of pretending won't hurt? I know the secrets, the plot. Maybe, if she's a good girl, I'll save her. Only a select few will be chosen, after all. (If you don't remember, a "bet" was made between the two-Execute plan XXY. Arrow wants fame, Ade wants the truth)

       I laughed, throwing my head back and looking up at the gray clouds above me. A stick cracked behind me, and I froze. Slowly, I turned around, only to see the young trainee, Sparrow. I snickered, what harm could he do? Apparently, he knew what I was thinking. "I'll-I'll tell. I'll expose you and your l-lies!" he stuttered.  I stalked towards him, relishing in the fear I could see so plainly in his eyes. He swallowed, before opening his mouth to respond. I raised a finger to his lips. "No, it's my turn now Sparrow." I spat. In an instant, he was down on the ground, my knife pressed against his throat. I grinned. I loved this feeling-the feeling of control over others. His life was in my hands. I was thrilled with this adrenalin. It was giving me a rush, Oh how I love this! My smile only grew as I dragged the knife tauntingly across his throat, lightly enough so as not to hurt him, but enough to draw blood. The crimson liquid spilled out, and I felt my eyes widen. I traced a finger tip along the cut, before raising it to my own lips. 

        I exposed my teeth, and I felt the boy start to shake under me. I laughed, a vicious and, to my own credit, very insane sounding, sound. I eased my weight off of him. "Go." I grunted. I stood, and watched as the boy took off, blonde hair flying in every direction. I laughed once more, before chasing after him and stabbing him in his left shoulder. He went down, and as I stood over him once more, I raised the knife to finish the job. 

                             (20 minutes later)

I shrugged off my bloody shirt, kicking the body as I walked by. The damned boy stupidly put up a fight-as if he stood a chance! I ignored the body, it was already starting to decompose. Plus, the idiot had screamed, and probably woke up the lovebirds from their tender embrace. I curled my lip, the white-hot anger boiling up inside of my. I took my knife and concentrated instead on the pile of blood leaking from "Sparrow". Carefully, I dipped the tip of the knife in, before quickly moving it to write my message. It was a special one, just. For. Her. 

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