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The Fifth World
The Things You Do
Cynric: I sighed. This goes against my nature but I can't help but feel the anger and viciousness pulse through me. Maybe this is what it feels like to be a Thorne - this anger, this determination. I am furious that Derek, nothing but an Average Human, could hurt someone, anyone, especially Bo. She is wonderful in every single way. She is kind, she is smart and she is beautiful. She gave him a chance. She let him take her out on a date and he had to spoil it by forcing himself on her and hurting her.
I felt my fists clench. What is this feeling? Is it wrong? Because it definitely feels right.
He is lying across his couch in the lounge room. Bo and I quietly sneak around the back of his house and now we are watching him through a window. The television is on and there is a glass bottle of Jack Daniels in one of his hands. That definitely isn't good.
"Have you been in his house before?" I asked Bo.
She nodded her head slowly. I can't believe I'm going to ask her to do this for me. I need her to teleport herself right beside him, to take the bottle, hold it, and teleport herself back outside. Then I can go in. Then I can hurt him without having to worry about my safety. But does it really matter? Honestly, I couldn't care less about my safety in comparison to Bo's. He hurt her.
I think Bo realized what I wanted and she quickly teleported herself inside, which made loud poof sound when she appeared in the house, ripped the bottle from his hands and vanished. I smiled softly and looked around at his house. It's two storey. It's much like Bo's house. I'll find an open window. There were some vines that were climbing up a wooden grate on the brick wall. That's what I'll do. I ignored Derek's frightened moans and whimpers as he tried to understand what had just happened and why his precious alcohol had just disappeared.
"Be careful!" I heard Bo whisper from the ground.
I carefully place my feet and hands on the wood, make sure none of it is rotting and try to be quiet as I hurry up. My hands are careful around the vines as some have big thorns sticking out of them. I sigh as a twig catches my shirt and almost rips a hole in it. Within seconds I'm already up to the second floor and have just spotted a window open. Too easy. I smiled, climbed onto the roof whilst being very careful along the tiles and made my way towards the window. It smells of moss and wet dog up here. After climbing through the bedroom window and being very quiet in order of not waking up Derek's sleeping mother I hurried downstairs and into the lounge where Derek was. He was standing up, looking around frantically for wherever his Jack Daniels could have disappeared. I smiled at him and he turned around to see me.
"Who are you?" he spits at me, his voice angry and bitter.
It just made me feel the same way. I ran towards him, threw a punch which cocked him in the jaw easily enough. He dropped and his eyeballs rolled a few times. I smiled happily but shuddered when I got a look in at his past. Maybe he doesn't deserve this after all. His father was an alcoholic, he left when Derek was ten and now his mother is an alcoholic... but then again, he hurt Bo.
"Do not ever speak to Bo again, you filthy pig." I spit at him.
He kept rolling on the floor, clutching his face in pain. I waited. Get back up, you moron. But he didn't. With an impatient sigh, I put a firm hand around his bicep, yanked him off of the floor and thrust my foot into his stomach. He flew back a couple of meters, tripped on his coffee table and fell right over it. I grinned.
Bo: I have never seen Cynric so furious in my life. It scares me but it makes me feel proud of him too. He is contradicting his kind. Cynric should be gentle, caring, loving. But right now he is the complete opposite of that. It makes me wonder. It makes me want to touch his cheeks, run my hands through his silky hair, no matter how wrong it is, no matter how many laws it breaks. He loves me. Why else would he be doing this for me? I've known him for almost half my life and right now I want him. I love him too.
I stand outside Derek's lounge room window, watching how horrific but tremendous Cynric looks. He is beautiful. His perfectly white clothing, no stains, no creases, sit across his muscled body perfectly. His long and golden hair makes me just want to run my fingers through it. The texture of his voice is perfect.
He is eighteen - well, twenty four, really - but he looks eighteen and I'm seventeen. That's right? Isn't it?
I suddenly feel a strange pull at my body, a pull that I hate but it is so familiar. Oh, gosh. It's happening. It's going to happen. I'm going to travel through time. It's pulling me, sucking me away. I scream Cynric's name and then I am gone.
Cynric: I am holding Derek's head up by the long, brown hairs that have grown on his big head. I have only punched him once and kicked him once. I won't do anymore. That is cruel, I don't want to reach his level. But I do long to humiliate him. That would be satisfying. I look around outside for Bo, spot her and gesture for her to come inside. But she doesn't move. She isn't even really looking at me. She is looking through me. And then her eyes finally join with mine. Oh no.
"Cynric!" she screams but she has vanished.
Vanished through time. There is a sound of glass smashing. I let Derek's hairs slip through my fingers and hear him groan as his head drops onto the coffee table and finally to the floor. I sprint towards the door and outside. But it is too late. It wouldn't make a difference anyway. The only person that can control Bo's time traveling is Bo. She needs to learn. She needs to go to the Fifth World Academy or else she could be stuck in time forever. I only hope that she will be okay and that she'll return safely. I sigh, look at the ground and see the broken bottle of Jack Daniels lying there, it's contents spilling across the bricks. It stinks.
I unwillingly turn around and look back into the house at Derek as he clutches his face in pain. I think he broke his nose on the way back down to the floor. Oops. Oh well. I don't feel anger towards him anymore. I just feel worry. Worry for Bo. I hope she'll be okay.
I felt my fists clench. What is this feeling? Is it wrong? Because it definitely feels right.
He is lying across his couch in the lounge room. Bo and I quietly sneak around the back of his house and now we are watching him through a window. The television is on and there is a glass bottle of Jack Daniels in one of his hands. That definitely isn't good.
"Have you been in his house before?" I asked Bo.
She nodded her head slowly. I can't believe I'm going to ask her to do this for me. I need her to teleport herself right beside him, to take the bottle, hold it, and teleport herself back outside. Then I can go in. Then I can hurt him without having to worry about my safety. But does it really matter? Honestly, I couldn't care less about my safety in comparison to Bo's. He hurt her.
I think Bo realized what I wanted and she quickly teleported herself inside, which made loud poof sound when she appeared in the house, ripped the bottle from his hands and vanished. I smiled softly and looked around at his house. It's two storey. It's much like Bo's house. I'll find an open window. There were some vines that were climbing up a wooden grate on the brick wall. That's what I'll do. I ignored Derek's frightened moans and whimpers as he tried to understand what had just happened and why his precious alcohol had just disappeared.
"Be careful!" I heard Bo whisper from the ground.
I carefully place my feet and hands on the wood, make sure none of it is rotting and try to be quiet as I hurry up. My hands are careful around the vines as some have big thorns sticking out of them. I sigh as a twig catches my shirt and almost rips a hole in it. Within seconds I'm already up to the second floor and have just spotted a window open. Too easy. I smiled, climbed onto the roof whilst being very careful along the tiles and made my way towards the window. It smells of moss and wet dog up here. After climbing through the bedroom window and being very quiet in order of not waking up Derek's sleeping mother I hurried downstairs and into the lounge where Derek was. He was standing up, looking around frantically for wherever his Jack Daniels could have disappeared. I smiled at him and he turned around to see me.
"Who are you?" he spits at me, his voice angry and bitter.
It just made me feel the same way. I ran towards him, threw a punch which cocked him in the jaw easily enough. He dropped and his eyeballs rolled a few times. I smiled happily but shuddered when I got a look in at his past. Maybe he doesn't deserve this after all. His father was an alcoholic, he left when Derek was ten and now his mother is an alcoholic... but then again, he hurt Bo.
"Do not ever speak to Bo again, you filthy pig." I spit at him.
He kept rolling on the floor, clutching his face in pain. I waited. Get back up, you moron. But he didn't. With an impatient sigh, I put a firm hand around his bicep, yanked him off of the floor and thrust my foot into his stomach. He flew back a couple of meters, tripped on his coffee table and fell right over it. I grinned.
Bo: I have never seen Cynric so furious in my life. It scares me but it makes me feel proud of him too. He is contradicting his kind. Cynric should be gentle, caring, loving. But right now he is the complete opposite of that. It makes me wonder. It makes me want to touch his cheeks, run my hands through his silky hair, no matter how wrong it is, no matter how many laws it breaks. He loves me. Why else would he be doing this for me? I've known him for almost half my life and right now I want him. I love him too.
I stand outside Derek's lounge room window, watching how horrific but tremendous Cynric looks. He is beautiful. His perfectly white clothing, no stains, no creases, sit across his muscled body perfectly. His long and golden hair makes me just want to run my fingers through it. The texture of his voice is perfect.
He is eighteen - well, twenty four, really - but he looks eighteen and I'm seventeen. That's right? Isn't it?
I suddenly feel a strange pull at my body, a pull that I hate but it is so familiar. Oh, gosh. It's happening. It's going to happen. I'm going to travel through time. It's pulling me, sucking me away. I scream Cynric's name and then I am gone.
Cynric: I am holding Derek's head up by the long, brown hairs that have grown on his big head. I have only punched him once and kicked him once. I won't do anymore. That is cruel, I don't want to reach his level. But I do long to humiliate him. That would be satisfying. I look around outside for Bo, spot her and gesture for her to come inside. But she doesn't move. She isn't even really looking at me. She is looking through me. And then her eyes finally join with mine. Oh no.
"Cynric!" she screams but she has vanished.
Vanished through time. There is a sound of glass smashing. I let Derek's hairs slip through my fingers and hear him groan as his head drops onto the coffee table and finally to the floor. I sprint towards the door and outside. But it is too late. It wouldn't make a difference anyway. The only person that can control Bo's time traveling is Bo. She needs to learn. She needs to go to the Fifth World Academy or else she could be stuck in time forever. I only hope that she will be okay and that she'll return safely. I sigh, look at the ground and see the broken bottle of Jack Daniels lying there, it's contents spilling across the bricks. It stinks.
I unwillingly turn around and look back into the house at Derek as he clutches his face in pain. I think he broke his nose on the way back down to the floor. Oops. Oh well. I don't feel anger towards him anymore. I just feel worry. Worry for Bo. I hope she'll be okay.