Read If I Could Tell You What's On My Mind :: Chapter 2 (Part 1)

We stopped fleeing when our legs started burning. We stumbled upon a belvedere, still standing amidst the wilderness of the trees in a park. It was about two blocks away from the mall. A safe distance, we assumed. We all put our weapons down.

"The fuck happened to you back there, man?" Percy asked me once everyone was seated and had time to catch their breaths. All eyes were on me, pressuring me to answer them.

No one uttered a word while I tried to gather my thoughts. We were all sitting close to keep warm. Ashley was the only one in her corner - probably ashamed of her behaviour earlier.

"Say somethin' for fuck's sake!" he continued, after waiting for me to reply. "Are you suicidal? Is this what's happenin' right now?!"

Nothing came out of my mouth. My lips were screwed shut. Processing what happened was all that my brain could focus on. Slumped, head in my hand, I tried to make sense of the information swirling between my ears. One conclusion came back repeatedly; There's no way it can't be! It played like a broken record - getting louder and louder - slowly drowning out other thoughts.

"I know our situation is dire, but you weren't considering..." Amy added before I interrupted her.

"No. My sister..." I blurted out.

"What does your sister have to do with you being suicidal?" Percy was confused - and the others as well - but also furious. I was beyond reckless back there. I put myself and the others in danger.

Impossible.

Impossible!

I lifted my head to look at my party. To give them some kind of explanation. Three shapes were walking in our direction, one with sparkly bright green orbs that I could notice among hundreds of green eyes. Any words that I was about to spew left my mind. With my mouth wide open, I rose to my feet and pushed Percy out of my way.

"No way!" wasting no time, I marched towards those enchanting eyes with a pep in my step and a goofy smile. Something was said behind me, but it was a blur. Those eyes were my sole focus.

Paying no mind to the hollering from my friends, I continued walking like a man on a mission. The silhouette sporting those wondrous jewels broke into a sprint. My heartbeat went up a notch hoping I might not be hallucinating.

"Donatello!" tears welled up in my eyes as I heard the sweet, melodious voice of the Angel before me.

As my Sweetheart jumped into my open arms, I embraced them firmly. The weight of their body nearly sent me tumbling rearwards. I nestled my nose in the crook of their neck. Mingling notes of cinnamon, geranium, and vanilla invaded my nose instantly. My fingers grasped the silky black hair and cold leather under them. Once again, my brain attempted to process what was happening. The only thing keeping me grounded was my Buttercup chatting my name.

Joyous barks and excited wolves standing at an impressive six feet were frolicking around us. Tails wagging and ears perked up. Making this whole scene surreal. Barks that were no longer playful disrupted our reunion. Looking behind us, the wolves growled and snarled viciously, maintaining a defensive posture. Ashley stood past them, terrified. They singled her out of the group. Worried, I shot a glance at - my equally worried - companions. Their aggressiveness abruptly mellowed before they laid down in a less intimidating but still defensive position.

"Somebody, please, for the love of God, tell me the fuck is goin' on!" Percy cried as his thin patience was being stretched beyond its limits. Percy likes to know what is going on and has a hard time dealing with being kept in the dark. He said out loud what everyone else thought, but was too exhausted to voice aloud.

My eyes instinctively shifted to the precious ray of sunshine in my arms. The light that was brightening this gloomy day. Big peridot eyes looked right at my soul. A sweet and adoring smile across their voluptuous lips. Their pale skin flushed pink. My Angel was so breathtaking that any coherent thought flew right out of my mind. My trance was broken when someone cleared their throat.

"I'm sorry to interrupt while ya daydream, but who the hell is this?" an exasperated Percy demands.

"My baby sister." all eyes grew big as saucers.

"The one 'living five hours away in the countryside, little sister?" Mira exclaimed, to everyone's surprise. "The one you were just uttering about?" her voice was hoarse since she kept quiet most of the time, like the rest of us. It's been a while since one of us said more than a couple of sentences.

"Yep, that's the one." my grip tightened on her waist as I spoke. I was still convinced that I was dreaming or hallucinating.

"Ok." Percy nodded slightly before pointing at the wolves that were still resting on the ground, eyeing Ash cautiously. "What are those motherfuckers? Are those backpacks for dogs? How come ya'r here? What was that back there? Ya'r so small. Ya look like the wind could sweep ya away. It makes no logical sense that ya can kill - in mere seconds, I might add - OP zombies while it takes ex-Privates five to ten minutes to off the damn thing! God damnit, I have too many questions to ask! My brain fryin'." Percy rambled, annoyed with himself. Smoke could almost be seen leaving his ears.

The luscious laughter of my Honey Bunch warmed my heart. She snuggled into my chest, hiding her pretty face. Loud cackles followed, and we laughed for the first time in a while. When the giggles died down, my sister's body stopped shaking against my chest. She lifted her head and peered at the members of my party bundled together to keep their heat.

"I can answer all your questions once we get you all warmed up." My Precious's soft tone was stern, making her statement more of a command. She broke free from my embrace, making her way to the belvedere with the wolves, and I was hot on her tail. Everyone followed her lead. When she retrieved - from one of the handcrafted hide bags carried by the beasts - two animal pelts that she tossed on the ground, side by side, she requested they sit on the bigger one. Rory offered three blankets for them. After they were settled, she wrapped a big thermal blanket around them. Well, almost everyone was settled. Once she was done with them, she did the same with me before she left to scavenge for dry wood. Her canine companions decided to lay beside me. One of them coaxed me into petting him, while the other ignored my presence entirely.

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"Your sister rules," Milo mumbled.

"I second that." Amy agreed with him. Getting a nod from everyone.

After today's ordeal, it was now late noon. It was soon getting dark. We waited in a comfortable silence for my sister to come back. I anxiously looked around for her after she had left my line of sight for too long. My behaviour didn't go unnoticed, but they did not mention it. It was only once I saw her making her way back to us I realized how tense my body was. I tried to relax, but it barely made a difference. I only loosened up once she was under the shelter.

She put the chopped wood down and sat to my left before looking into one pocket of Thor's backpack. She took out a stick with a pitch-black end, a ferro rod, along with a metal bottle. Rory started stacking the wood crisscross, forming a pyramid. She then set the small timbers and the weird stick on top, then set those on fire. Steadily, the fire grew hotter and bigger. She rested the bottle near the fire and waited five minutes before pulling it towards her with a piece of fabric around it to protect her hand from the hot metal. She wrapped the hot bottom of the bottle with the fabric, unscrewed the cap, and took a gulp. Happy with the result, my Sweet Cheeks came closer to me, and she offered the bottle to me. I took two long sips of warm water before passing it to Amy, sitting beside her. The water made its way to everyone and then came back to Rory. We all reflected and unwinded in a lull.

I lifted the blankets, inviting her to cuddle with me, wondering if she would want to. Don't get your hopes up. You're filthy and must smell disgusting. Plus, you haven't groomed in months. No one in their right mind would want to cuddle with you! I apprehended, sure to be rejected. Not minding how messy I was, she sat under my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. I instantly brought my hand to her hip and covered her with the blankets.

"I think we should start by introducing ourselves." my sister suggested, eyeing my comrades with marvel. She easily seized everyone's attention. "I'll start. My name is Rory O'rdelles. I am Don's little sister, and I am eighteen years old. I love reading and learning. The tan wolf is Thor, he is very cuddly." the wolf in question raised his head and nuzzled Rory's face. "While the grey one, Loki, is a little rascal. They are both wolves." as she finished her introduction, Percy was about to open his loud mouth but stopped immediately after I gave him a warning glare. Don't you dare! He shut his mouth quickly. Rory gestured for Amy to her left to go next.

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