I threw it open.
"What?" I asked, still slightly annoyed by Frank.
Mike stood at my door, roughly gripping a terrified man by his neck.
"This man wants to speak with you...about his maker," Mike said, anger becoming clearer in his eyes.
"Where are you from?" I asked the man.
"Lunadr," he said quietly.
"I come in peace," he said.
His maker had obviously put no thought into him. Asshole.
"Sure you do. What does your maker want?" I spat.
"Can I speak with you alone, ple-"
"No," I interrupted. "What does your maker want?"
"The master wants to speak with you," he said.
He calls Conall his master? Well, that just pisses me off even more.
"Then why did he send you?"
"To arrange a meeting," he said. "He wishes to bring a select few others and meet you outside. He wants to make a deal."
"And what if I say 'piss off?'"
"He'll come anyway," the man smirked.
I hated to acknowledge the tiny bit of fear rising up. I knew it would piss Conall off, and possibly endanger the creatures outside, but I couldn't just agree to what he wanted. That would endanger them as well.
"Are you hungry?" I asked Mike, finally stepping out of my room.
Mike smirked. "Yes."
I closed the door and pushed past them.
"Bon Appetit," I said, making my way to the stairs.
I'd made it up half a flight of stairs before the man let out a scream.
"Just going for a walk in the cemetery?" Gerard asked once I reluctantly woke.
"You could have been fucking killed, Frankie!"
"I'm sorry, Gee-"
"No! You're not! You saw what that place had! You knew not to go back there, but you did it anyway because you can't fucking take being told 'no!' God! You're such an only child!"
That, at least, woke me up a little more.
"Hey! That's not fucking true, and you know it! You know what went on when my parents divorced!"
"You know- Okay, fine. That's not even the fucking point here. The point is that you deliberately did something fucking stupid and dangerous for no fucking reason!"
"And I said I'm fucking sorry!"
"And that just makes it okay? You think you can just say you're sorry-"
God, this was so bogus! What was his fucking problem? And I had a reason, thank you.
"Ugh!" I finally exclaimed. "Whatever, Gee, we both know I wouldn't do something ridiculously stupid unless I had a reason. I'm gonna go find that studio until you fucking get off your high horse."
"My high horse?" he scoffed.
But I was already closing the door.
Thank you for reminding me of why I am sick inside,
I jumped a little from the sudden screaming of Shinedown in my mind.
Even to just hear music, having my own mind interrupted by hers was never a pleasant thing to deal with, especially after a fight with Gee when I really needed my own angry mind time.
Why was she listening to Sin With A Grin so...passionately, anyway? Had something happened?
Oh God, I thought. Something did happen....
Heart pounding furiously, I flew down the stairs, trying to call out to Morgan through our telepathic bond to ask if anything was wrong. I was still getting used to it, and she hadn't taught me anything, but I figured it couldn't hurt.
Go back to bed, she replied, a hint of anger in her thoughts. You collapsed doing shit to piss me off, I really don't want to talk to you right now.
No, I pressed. You interrupted my angry-at-boyfriend time with your music. Something’s wrong, so tell me what it is.
It’s nothing you need to worry about, she insisted, anger turning into annoyance. Now go back to bed.
Fine, I said. I’ll come find you.
Dammit, Frank, it’s not your business!
I tuned her out from that point, irritated that she’d play music that loud and not give me any hints as to why. I checked the media level first, just in case she was still there, however unlikely that was. I went downstairs next, but a tall, dorky man blocked the stairs.
“What are you doing up?” he asked immediately, having a defensive edge to his voice and posture.
"Uh...wondering who the fuck you are,"
"Sorry- Daniel," he held his hand out, and I shook it. "Morgan...um...told me you'd be trying to come down here."
"She taught you how to block yet?"
"No," I said, trying to figure out how to get around him.
"I could probably teach you, but not as effectively,"
"You...and her...have-" I pointed at my head when I couldn't find the words.
Heeey! Not exactly the answer I came down here for, but it was just as good.
"Why? I mean...why can we...." I pointed at my head again.
"Strategy," he said simply. "Like a chess game. And you're more analytical than Gerard, apparently, so...."
"But, seriously, what are you doing up?"
“Same thing as you are, I imagine,” I said. “Trying not to break that Sound Of Madness CD.”
“My connection isn’t nearly as strong as yours, though,” he said. "Was that in her thoughts or in her head?"
"Is there a difference?"
"This hasn't been going on long for you, has it?"
"I should probably let her explain it, then,"
“Where is she?” I asked, ignoring this unusual conversation.
“Can’t tell you,” he said stiffly.
“Because...you don’t know?”
“Because she told me not to,” he said. “You should go back to bed, it probably takes a while to recover from that little stunt you did.”
“So you can drug me and-”
“You’re very paranoid today,” he stated, finally getting an amused look on his face.
“At least I have a reason,” I said, not bothering to correct his word choice. “You’re just acting schizophrenic for the fun of it.”
He let out a chuckle, but didn’t respond.
I tried to tune into Morgan’s mind to see if I could locate her, but she had an annoying ringing sound in her head.
What are you hiding? I thought.
She didn't answer, so I gave a loud groan, then turned around and stormed back up the stairs to go where I had first intended: the fourth floor.
“Why should I?”
“I don’t know,” I started slowly. “You tell me.”
He looked at me suspiciously. “Wait a minute. Are you gonna bribe me?”
“Maybe,” I replied.
“Wouldn’t be much good to me anyway,” he smirked, gently running one of his long nails against the side of the table. “If I died.”
“Which you have a greater chance of doing if you refuse,” I stated.
He froze, a worried look starting to grow on his face. “And now you’re...threatening?”
“No,” I assured him. “I’m pointing out the obvious. They’re not just here for one little thing. Once they have that, they're gonna go for it all. Including your side of the world.”
“You’re lying,” he hissed.
“You don’t think they’d see your side of the world as a threat?” I asked, irritated.
“And you’re saying we’d all be safer if we left our place and became buddy-buddy with all of your little fuckers?” he spat.
I felt a gentle tug in my mind, suggesting that one of my said little fuckers had ignored my orders about going back to bed and was now trying to find me through our bond.
I quickly put up a mental wall and returned to the situation at hand.
“Temporarily,” I confirmed, ignoring his cursing and sarcastic attitude.
He gave a deep sigh and examined his nail, apparently considering his options.
Even though he really had none.