Elena and Isaiah were now right in the middle of the Henge. Isaiah was sure the stone structures in front of him were fake but this did not stop him from admiring it. He placed his palm on one of the edifices. "This is magnificent" he said, looking upon it like it was some form of god."The real thing is in England. Wiltshire to be precise," Elena interrupted what he could only describe as the one time he was finding peace in the place. But he did not react to her and so she continued her commentary of the place. "It was built in successions, and it's construction started around 5000 B.C. So it's older than all the civilizations that have lived there."She observed Isaiah's seemingly connection to the place. "Of course the English would like to have us believe for all propaganda purposes that the Stone Henge is a part of teikt British heritage, whatever in our green and blue earth that means, but it belongs essentially to no one of them.""You've lived for more than three hundred yea

The white walls of the hospital collided perfectly with the bright lights that shone from the ceiling of the building. Asides the smell of disinfectant, this was the one other thing that welcomed Isaiah into the hospital. He hated hospitals and tried by all means to avoid the place. But here he was, staggering into the hallway like an excited toddler who had just been bribed into the house with a new toy.Please be fine, Jenn, please.... He hoped as he sped down the halls of the hospital, his heart beating against his rib cage in worry. Kate trailed behind him like a ghost lurking in the shadows, her head high and graceful like she was walking a runway. He wished she would move faster than that, but it seemed as though that was too much of a request to ask the brooding quiet and dark woman. "Where is she? Which room is she?" Isaiah asked impatiently as his eyes shot at all the ward doors within his gaze. "Which room?" He had finally come to a halt since Kate was far behind. His eager

"Do you think I am playing with you, boy? You think this is a joke?" Joshua Reeds voice was bitter. His hand pulled on the collar of Isaiah's shirt, pushing him against the wall at the same time.But Isaiah was not looking at him. Isaiah was staring cautiously at the killer seated just there who was already about to make a move."Don't do anything" he said to her. "Please" his voice was begging, pleading. He knew what Kate could do. He had seen it nearly enough."Answer me now!" Joshua said in anger. "I shouldn't do anything?" Kate scoffed, watching Joshua like he was a prey. "Yes, don't do anything. I'll handle this myself." Isaiah said to her again. Mr. Joshua Reeds merely observed the woman beside him for a second, but he was too angry to think about her when who he really had to talk to was right in front of him. His eyes went back to Isaiah. "Answer my question. Are you the same Isaiah from the news? The one who got mixed up with Anthony Bradley?"Isaiah was silent for a whi

Isaiah and Nathan walked outside of the boy dorms, quietly strolling side by side, trying their best for their shoulders not to brush one another as the other boys breezed past them, going in and out of the hall way. Both of them knew that the other person had something more to say about what had been said inside of the room, but was just stalling, taking their time before they said it. They only stopped walking when they were outside, over looking the school's fields, the wind blowing across their faces. Up above, a bird darted across the sky with a straw of grass between its beaks. "So, tell me," Nathan began, his hands tucked into his trousers. He was wearing a white loose collared shirt over a black trouser. He had that serious look that he always had on him. The look that differentiated him from his brother in facial appearance. "What really happened in the museum? Because from what I could deduce from it, you did not tell the full story, did you?"Isaiah's eyes were dull, just

One. Two. Three times. Three times Elena sneezed while lying on her couch. Her body shook as if it were pinned by a thousand needles. She sneezed again, again, and again."What's wrong, my lady?" Kate asked. "Did you catch a cold?" She was standing just by the window, still and steady like a black statue on a large dark cloth."I don't think so," she said. "Maybe my name is being called somewhere," she joked. Elena has almost never been told a joke, Kate noted. If she was doing so this time, then there must be a reason for it.Kate let out a quiet laugh, even though she barely laughed usually, just to placate her master's joke. It only lasted over two to three seconds."You have the time to laugh, Kate," Elena began, eying her servant and rolling her eyes afterwards. "You have a case to settle with the court; don't tell me you have forgotten. They certainly wouldn't let you off the hook for killing someone in cold blood in the museum. Your actions have drawn considerable attention t