Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-44483614-20191209065030/@comment-44483614-20191220002947

Chapter 2

“Keefe Sencen!!! How dare you frighten me!” Sophie shouted at Keefe, her fists now balled tightly.

“Couldn’t help myself.” Keefe replied with a smirk, but then flinched.

“Are you ok?” Sophie asked him, now fussing over him.

“Yea I’m good Foster, but thanks for the attention.” He smirked and winked this time, and Sophie had to smile.

“I missed you. I thought you were going to die…” Sophie whimpered. Keefe held her more tightly, whispering into her ear, his breathe warm and soft.

“It’s ok. I’m here now.” Sophie leaned in, burying her head in his neck.

“Don’t you ever almost die again.” Keefe chuckled.

“Can’t promise you that Foster.” The door opened and Sophie jumped back, almost falling over.

“What’s going on- You're awake!” It was Elwin. He rushed over to Keefe, making sure he was ok and making him guzzle thousands of vials.

“Calm down! I’m fine!” Keefe announced as Elwin started questioning him yet again. Elwin looked skeptical, but nodded.

“Well then, I will get everyone else over here.” He left the room, probably wanting to tell everyone in peace and quiet. Keefe looked over at Sophie, his eyebrows sketched with concern,

“You’re not ok Foster.” Sophie shook her head, trying to give Keefe her best reassuring face.

“I’m fine Keefe.” She told him, crossing her arms.

“You’re cute when your angry.” He mumbled. Sophie rolled her eyes, and he smirked.

“And… here comes the death glare!” He joked right on que as Sophie gave him her deadliest glare. He shook from his laughter, but then Sophie realized something was wrong. He was no longer laughing, and tears were streaming down his face.

“Keefe? Keefe!” He started shaking hard and his limbs were thrashing. Sophie pinned him down, calling for Elwin. Elwin didn’t come. Keefe started to turn ghostly pale, and he took on a slight tinge of grey.

“Keefe! What’s wrong! Tell me!” Sophie shouted, searching for an elixir to help him. She found a bottle of some weird sedative, and tried to make Keefe drink it, but he resisted.

“Drink it Keefe! Please.” She whimpered. He still didn’t give up. She was getting tired, and almost gave up when she saw his movements start to slow. She quickly made him drink the sedative, and his thrashing stopped. Sophie sat down, exhausted. She found a baby blue cloth, and dabbed at his sweaty forehead. She noticed the tiny cut right above his eyebrow, and started to treat that when she heard the door open.

“Sophie? Are you alright?” Sophie nodded, realized. It was Elwin. She explained the situation to him, and he seemed grim at the end.

“I’m sorry. I was at Everglen because apparently Biana had some trouble with a dress to large for her and tripped over it walking down the stairs.” He shook his head, eyeing the unconscious boy in the cot.

“You should probably go Sophie.” Elwin whispered. Sophie shook her head, knowing she should stay.

“I will stay here no matter what.” She insisted, and Elwin seemed to be fine with that. He hurried into his office. Sophie continued treating the cut above Keefe’s eyebrow, realizing how fresh it looked. She had assumed it was at least a day old, but it seemed to have appeared only an hour or so ago. She assumed it was from the thrashing. Elwin rushed over to Keefe, studying him and switching orbs of color.

“You should rest. There’s a cot over there.” Elwin nodded to a cot beside Keefe’s and Sophie tried to fall asleep. She saw Elwin lifting up Keefe’s shirt to inspect for damage to the muscles. Sophie caught herself staring, but he was pretty ripped…

“What are you staring at?” Elwin asked, looking amused. Sophie blushed.

“Nothing.” She muttered, turning away. She felt darkness overcome herself, and she let sleep win this time.

Nightmares. They were frightening. Her mind kept replaying the time that Keefe started to thrash, the feeling of hopelessness that came with it. Each replay was like a stab to the heart. Each grunt of pain coming from his mouth an arrow to her brain. A scream. Wait, that wasn’t in the dream? Sophie forced her eyes open, hearing another scream. Elwin was at Keefe’s side, struggling to make him swallow a sedative. Keefe’s body went limp, and Sophie felt tears prick at her eyes. Elwin looked at her, readjusting his glasses.

“Hey Sophie. That was the seventh time he’s woken up this hour. His symptoms are a lot like Alden’s when his mind broke.” Elwin started to leave to his office, but Sophie called from him.

“What did you say?” She asked, anxious.

“That his symptoms are a lot like Keefe’s when his mind broke.” Sophie felt the world swim around herself. She jumped out of her cot, rushing to Keefe. Elwin shouted at her to stop, but Sophie shoved her mind into Keefe’s and found… a mind filled with darkness and shattered pieces of glass.

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