Mental Speaker Guide
"Am I interupting anything?" Demien asked, walking from the other room. I let go of Racer's forearms and stepped back. He wiggled his eyebrows at us with a playful grin on his face.
"What do you think?" Racer said, his voice deep. He glared at Demien in a joking way before looking back at me. I bit my lower lip the way I do when it's an awkward silence. He stepped forward and leaned his forehead against mine. "I promise, Bridge, everything will be fine." He kissed my forehead and walked back into the other room. Demien rocked back and forth on his heels.
"What?" I snapped with a smile on my face.
"I really wish you two would just get together already." Demien said as if he were exhausted. I slugged him lightly in the arm before going back into the other room as well. Asa had uncurled himself and was now sitting cross legged on the floor. Behind the curtain you could still hear reporters moving about and talking. Probably trying to get back here somehow too.
"Are you guys better?" I asked Cilla and Ace. Cilla looked up from a mound of dust she was playing with. Ace didn't bother to look up, he only nodded.
"As better as I'll ever be." He mumbled. My heart sank. The poor kid. He was so full of guilt. His mother had died because two doses of the disease was just too much for her. He blamed himself when really, it was the stupid government's fault.
"We should go home." I said more as a command than a suggestion. Racer looked back at me. He was standing at the curtain, a small piece pulled back so he could see what was happening.
"Yeah, I think so too. Those who stayed are getting feisty." He stole another peek at the rabid reporters before picking Libbie up in his arms. "Come on Libs." He carried her out of the room without another word.
"Listen guys, I know it's hard for you guys, but, we need to stay strong. Look strong. We don't want them to think we're weak or then we'll have alot more problems on our hands." I knelt before them and spoke softly.
"You say it like it's so easy. " Cilla looked at me from under her brown and purple bangs. The purple highlights in her hair were her own design. Before she knew the purple stuff in her veins was poison. Her eyes were brown and full of unshed tears. She was about five foot three when she stood tall, lean muscled, permanently tanned skin. She could run pretty fast. When we were as normal as we could get she was a track star at her school. Not anymore though. Not now that she was one of the eight rulers of the world.
"I know it's not easy. Trust me, I know. I'm just asking you guys to keep being strong. Asa, I wish so much that you would realize it's not your fault." I cradled his chin so that he would look up at me. Asa looked alot like Cilla. His hair was short though. Barely beyond a buzz cut. His eyes were big and brown too though. He was four foot something, thin too. Instead of running though, he was a swimmer. He looked in my eyes only momentarily before looking away. I let go of his chin and stood up. "Come on, let's go home." I held out a hand to each of them. They took them and I helped hoist them from the floor. I kept one arm around Cilla's shoulder and one holding Asa's hand as we walked out of that musty ass place.
B: I think I've seen enough dust to last me a lifetime!
A: Only a little.
C: Kind of reminds me of your room Asa.
B: Ooh, burn.