Teen Ink
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TeenInk How would you rearrange this old cliche? "You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar" http://t.co/xTNZxcKYxK
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TeenInk "Thinking is the best way to travel." - The Moody Blues http://t.co/5jzE5kVJyB
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TeenInk If this is the ending of the story, what is the beginning? http://t.co/gRzPosYXRi
((You'll have to ask Izuo. But I think you can :D ))
Arthur too had heard the footsteps, and he crept forward to check who it was. Beckoning Angel and Cole behind him, Arthur forced himself around the corner, painfully raising his arms in a typical fighting stance.
Angel reluctantly followed. "Who do you think it is?" She whispered to the boys. She still didn't know their names.
Cole took a wide step into the middle of the hallway, he saw Arthur being cautious, but Cole was feeling a little goofy.
He heard the ones who were following him. THere were still people here. However, judging by the weight of the footsteps combined with the pace, it didn't seem as if they wee doctors, nurses, or anyone who posed a threat. HE stopped and turned around, waiting. Ivan just stared right where they'd appear.
Angel stepped around the corner and looked down the hallway. She saw another person, silloetted in the dim hospital lights.
Ivan saw a figure apear around he corner. He had two options at this point in time; he could either walk the opposite way and ensure his own safety, or he could stay where he was. This person wasn't likely a threat... Ivan decided to stay put.
Arthur pushed forward, focusing on the lone figure sillouhetted by the dim lamp light. "Who are you?" He called.
Angel followed, warily wanting to see who the person was.
Cole froze where he was and said, "Well if you talk we'll know that you're at least human... Or still human."
Arthur smiled grimly at the thought of something not human. That would at least let him vent some aggression. "Who are you?" He repeated.
Angel stared at the image against the black background, and felt herself going dark. She leaned against the wall and clutched her head, as if preventing it from splitting. She winced silently, wondering what was making her go dark now.
Arthur turned around, and saw Angel slowly slipping to the ground. "Cole, grab her!" He barked. He walked briskly towards the figure in the shadows. "I am Arthur. Who are you?" The figure didn't respond. "Who are you? Do you know what happened?"
Ivan stood there calmly, quietly, the calm before the storm. All of the yelling made no sense; he was just a person, like everyone else. Not that it mattered to him. He guessed that the way out was the direction they were coming from. He stepped forward.
Angel heard the guy named Arthur command another guy named Cole to catch her. She swatted him away. I'm...fine! She yelled in her head. She barely opened one eye to see the Arthur and the other person standing a few feet apart. She watched, muttering under her breath. "Dimitte me, ancilla daemoniorum daemonia sum." She muttered, trying to regain her strength.
Cole heard her say wierd things, then he realized she was trying to tell her name, "um, what?"
Arthur advanced, grabbing the figure. "I am Arthur." He repeated. He was getting sick of this game. "Who are you? Do you know where everybody is?"
Of course, the entire situation changed when Arthur grabbed ahold of him. He swung his foot swiftly into the kid's stomach, then ran back to his ward, eventually sitting on the bed in his room. The most logical course was to free himself and run.
