Confinement Part 8

Announcements: So this part is just really introducing your ability and then there are some hints there with Rave and then next part is with Flame which I think some of you will be happy about!

And for Unforgotten Secrets we figured so many guys would be overwhelming, so we're going to have a contest and whoever wins gets to be a character and gets to pick who she wants to be with between Omar and Drake! c:

Created by: Dannica

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Our "When Will I Die" Quiz?

  1. I walked into my dorm half expecting to already see Rave there. And thankfully he wasn't. I shut the door and when I turned around noticed Comet sleeping in his little bed. I propped my guitar back by my study table and flung myself onto my bed, rubbing my temples. I haven't even officially started attending this school yet, and I'm already waist deep in stress and anxiety. "Nice place." I paused. Who the fu— "It would be nice to speak to your face, though." I pushed myself up, propping my elbows on the bed and turned my head to the voice. I instantly sat up when I saw Rave just chilling on the couch, tracing the scratch marks with his finger.
  2. "What are you doing here?" I asked, getting to my feet. "You're the one that invited me, remember?" I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. Rave just stared at me, waiting to hear some feedback. "I—How did you get inside?" He ran his hand along my study table, like he was inspecting it for dust. "I Shimmered." I looked at him, my mouth agape. "Excuse me?" He just laughed, his dimples growing deeper. "If you didn't walk out the cafe then maybe you wouldn't be so confused." My mouth grew wider, then closed, remembering my silent vow on the bus. I collected myself and sat on the edge of my bed. "Alright. You Shimmered. Got it." I tried biting on my tongue but it hurt from the burn. "So...you see what I see?" Rave nodded. "How?" He took a book off my shelf and started flipping through the pages. "Like I said before, it comes with the title." I waited for him to explain more. "I'm a Savior. I was born into it. Ever Savior has a certain power. It varies from each Savior, so it's not all the same. We can use our powers on anybody until we're bound. We can still use our powers when we're bound of course, but we can solely use it only for that certain purpose." He put the book down. "When we're bound to our Purpose, our power becomes very limited. We all get telepathy once we're bound—born with it or not. But we can only read our Purpose. In my case, you."
  3. I picked at my fingernails. "Wait, you can read my mind?" Rave smiled. "Only parts. I can only read all of it when you allow me." "What else can you do? Saviors, I mean?" "I can see into your dreams if I wanted to, I could track you down to see where you were, I could Shimmer—which is basically just teleportation. It's all different for each Purpose. Since you have the Seventh Sight I have it too. But I can only see what you see." I crossed my arms. "The Seventh Sight?" Rave bit his lip. "Have you ever watched The Sixth Sense?" "It's a classic." "It's kind of like that." "You're a ghost like Bruce Willis?" He laughed for a little and shook his head. "Not that part. The kid. He see's ghosts and stuff and they try talking to him so he could avenge their deaths?" I nodded. "Well you're kind of like that. Except they're not ghosts. You're one of those very rare people. You're purpose in this world is to help the living before they die."
  4. I stood up from my bed. "What are you—" There were three knocks on the door. "_______, it's Reyna. Time for the nightly pill check!" I looked over at Rave, wide-eyed. Then in a whisper, "You have to go!" He frowned and got up from the couch. "Where?" I glanced at the door when another set of knocking sounded, waking Comet and making him run around everywhere. "I don't know, you're the one that can glimmer or whatever! Just go, you're not supposed to be here!" Rave sighed. "It's called SHimmer, not glimmer." Before I could tell him I didn't care there was a disturbance in the air, and he was gone, right when Reyna opened the door.
  5. "Who was in here?" Reyna asked, barging into the room and inspecting every corner. "Uh, my cat." She turned around, her face in puzzlement. "Your cat? You were telling your cat that he could glimmer?" I cocked my eye at her. "Were you eavesdropping?" Reyna set her clipboard down by her hip. "It's my job. If something I thought was suspicious was going on then I'm obligated to do so. Who was in here?" I felt my palms get sweaty, but I didn't want to give her any signs of lying. "Nobody was in here except my cat, you, and me." The dorm adviser walked around the room, her hands behind her back. She opened the closet and rummaged through my jackets and sweaters. "Looking for Narnia?" She ignored my snide tone of voice and checked under my bed. "No monsters there." Reyna got up and gave me a warning look. She dusted off her pants and walked over to the window, which was open for some fresh air. She looked out the five story drop, sticking her head out. "I'm afraid my Prince Charming hasn't come yet," I muttered under my breath. Reyna got all her body parts back in the dorm and gave me one last stare. I shrugged. "Cats are good listeners."
  6. At five forty-five I took my pills and drained it down with water, watching Reyna write a novel on her clipboard. I wondered what she was writing. When I set my pills back on the counter she tried giving me a friendly smile and then opened the door to leave. She was half way in and half way out when she turned and said, "I hope you still like me. Please just understand that it's my job and I'm not just being hard on you because of your...condition." That didn't help Reyna. Didn't help. I faked a smile and nodded. She seemed to believe it, and then shut the door behind her. When I heard her go down the steps of the stairs, I let out a huge breath of air, thankful that she was out. I couldn't imagine the punishment I would get if she found a boy in my room who didn't even go to this school. Oh my macaroni. Comet was looking at me when I was getting myself another drink of water. "What?" I asked. "Are you mad because I used you as a cover? I'm the one who feeds and shelters you, give me a break." I was taking a swig, and through the glass I saw Rave back on the couch. Gagging on my water I quickly ran to the bathroom and managed to spit it out. I wiped my mouth with my towel and looked myself in the mirror before entering the room again. "You can at least do something so that I know you're in here," I ravaged giving him a look. Rave smiled. "Sorry."
  7. He flicked his eyes at the door and then back at me. "That was close." I rubbed my face, tired. "She looked under my bed." I grabbed my glass and filled it up again, taking it to my bed. "So what's this about me helping the living before they die?" Comet jumped into Rave's lap and snuggled up to him (which made me almost want to cry since he was seriously getting more action with a cute guy than I have in my whole life). "People who have the Seventh Sight can see people that are close to their False." "Which is?" "A False is...Death is always planned. The Angel of Death says so himself. Everybody dies when its their time, and although The Angel chooses at random, he takes you in account. If you're a bad person, you get a bad death and if you're a good person you get a decent one, like dying in your sleep or something painless. But there's this covenant called the Miscreancy. They're this group of people who try to manipulate this rule. They cause death in a more unsavory way, like fires and drunk drivers. That's called a False Death because it wasn't planned in The Angel's book." I gripped at my sheets. "So my purpose is to save people that I see from their...False?" Rave nodded.
  8. "Wait. How long have you been watching me?" He flashed his grey eyes into mine, so full of mystery and melancholy. "Ever since I saved you from those Kroutins that night you went to the hospital." Suddenly I felt a burn on my arm, maybe out of the moment just replaying in my head again. The claws—the eyes—the teeth. I found my hand clamped around where the claw marks should have been. "You fixed me up, didn't you? You healed the scars." Rave scratched Comet behind the ear. "I'm your Savior for a reason." I stared at him, an aching feeling in my stomach boiling up to a simmer. "What were those things? Why were they attacking me?" I was shaking. Rave's leg moved, and I thought he was going to get up, but he didn't. "They were Kroutins. They work for the Miscreancy. You see, to have the Seventh Sight is really rare. They are only maybe five in the U.S, including yourself. The Angel doesn't have any power of the Miscreancy since he's so busy with all the other deaths. They say The Angel fell in love with a mortal girl. They conceived a bunch of kids, and so that was the start of the Seventh Sight. With the combined abilities of The Angel himself and to blend in as a human tosses the members of the Miscreancy off guard, because they can't tell who's who. Same story short: the Miscreancy aren't really fond of those with the Seventh Sight because it screws up their plans to kill people."
  9. I felt myself go pale. I didn't know how to respond to all of that. Rave got up from the couch and slowly made his way to me. He sat down next to me on the bed and gently put his hand on my knee in a friendly manner. "Hey, I know it's a lot to take in, and I get it if you're pissed at me for telling it to you, but I hope you know that you're important. You have a chance to save people's lives wherever you go, and I know that the whole Miscreancy thing kinda messes up the whole heroin idea, and I know that you barely know me, but I'm here to protect you, and I'd do anything to keep you out of harm's way because you're my Purpose." His hand stayed stayed there for a little longer than I think it was intended. He looked at it and then pulled away. I was kind of disappointed. "I should go," he said as he got up. "I think this is enough for the day. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
  10. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder, putting it down immediately. "Wait. So you're bound to me?" He nodded, a small smile on his lips. "Which means?" Suddenly he was gone. I made a move to step forward, until I felt hot air on my neck. I turned around, and found myself face to face with him. He smirked. "It means you're stuck with me and I'm stuck with you. Which I don't think is that bad of a situation." He winked, and then gave me that two fingered salute before he left. ~ I was about to go into a coma. Saviors and powers and the Seventh Sight and the Miscreancy? If it were anybody else telling me about this stuff I would have thought of it has complete and utter bull, to be honest. But for some reason I trusted Rave. Was this because of us being bound? I had no idea. Did I actually believe that I was one of these very rare people to possess this Seventh Sight? Not really. But at least it gave me a concrete reason that I wasn't crazy. Right?
  11. I had spent the next thirty minutes under the covers of my bed—even though it was flaming like the fires of Hell under there—taking everything under consideration. Rave was a good guy. Or so I believed. I had the Seventh Sight. I guess that explained why the pills don't do anything except drug me to sleep. And—oh yeah—there's this psychotic covenant that like killing people for no particular reason that are out to get me. That, I couldn't really process at the time, but I figure I had to take Rave's word for it. Rave. The guy I was now bound to. Cool. And so he had the Seventh Sight too since we were bound together. Which mean that all those faces I saw, I could save them. I could...I could have. They were probably dead by now. S**t. I flung the covers back, gasping for air. S**t s**t s**t s**t s**t!. I ran from my head and out the hall, not giving a damn about whether I looked good or not since I was basically swimming in my own sweat. I ran down the stairs in the Lobby, where tons of girls sat staring at me with their stink eyes. I looked for the daily newspaper stand that I once saw before, and when I saw it, grabbed one of the older editions from the bottom and searched through the front page. When it I think I dropped the newspaper. Under the main story was a heading to an article from Maine. I didn't read it though. I didn't need to. I just needed to see that one picture that was provided, and it was a picture of the victim that was brutally choked in his own hospital bed by another patient.
  12. I recognized that man, and I felt this genuine pain and guilt for him because I knew him to be as one of the first people I ever started seeing. And then it hit me in the face that I could have saved him when I was still in Maine. I felt part of my mind crumble down into millions of pieces like glass shattering. I could have saved him. I set the newspaper back down onto the rack. And then I noticed that it was the same newspaper that Newspaper Guy was reading. Coincidence. Not wanting to even get into the possibility that Newspaper Guy could be a potential threat, I turned around half mindedly. And found myself hosed in red cherry slush.

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