Midnight- Chapter Two

izzy.


Chapter Six

I burst through the front door, Zane close behind, and pelted up the stairs two by two. I found my bedroom to be deserted and stuffy, looking much like a second hand shop with all my clothes and bits of junk strewn everywhere!

‘Close the door behind you.’ I told Zane, running a nervous hand through my greasy hair.

‘What are you doing?’ He asked, shutting my door.

‘Packing,’ I said, zipping open a suitcase and grabbing the clothes nearest. ‘What does it look like?’

I tossed my pink and black laced baby hams along with my tartan miniskirt in the suitcase, then changed my mind and swapped the skirt for a black and pink mini dress, fitted with a corset. (It shows my figure off much more sexily, and besides… Zane looked like the type of guy to go for more… gothic chicks anyway.)

‘So…?’ he questioned, raising one eyebrow slightly. (How can everyone do that??)

‘So I’m going with you.’ I said, as simple as that. ‘But before I go I need to know everything! And when I say everything, I mean; what are you? Who exactly are you? What do you want with me and… what happened to you?’

There was a moments silence between us, you know, that awkward moment when you’re both staring into each others eyes , but not in a loving way, more of a… curious way, wondering what’s going inside the other persons head.

‘You’ve just… decided? Just like that?’ Zane asked, his eyes almost melting straight through my skin. ‘Without even knowing what I’m going to do with you, where I’m going to take you? Izzy, you saw what I’ve been through, what we’ve all been through! Aren’t you even scared?’

My minds eye flickered back to the moment when me and Zane sat under the bridge and I touched his cheek- only touched his cheek- and all of his memories came flooding through my body, his pain touching me as I had touched him.

There was one memory… it was blurred and not as clear as the others, but it was the one that stuck out to me the most. There was a woman with dark hair and a pale, oval face, screaming and crying as she was pulled away by two unknown, blurred men. She was reaching out, reaching out to something, someone… but only grabbing thin air. Her legs kicked and kicked, and she hit the men with all she had, but nothing could deter. Then she was taken into a room, an unknown room, the room where the pain only really just began- or so I figured- and all that was left in her footsteps was an unseen, crying child and the rain that fell from the sky.

‘I’m coming because I trust you.’ I said silently. Now looking anywhere but his face.

He stared at me for no more than five seconds after that, then sat on the edge of my bed, waiting for the questions to start firing.

‘Ok,’ I said, not quite knowing where to begin. ‘Who are you?’

‘I’m Zane.’ he said quietly, looking at his hands. ‘I don’t know any more then that really. I don’t have a last name or anything. Well, not anymore.’

‘What do you mean; anymore?’ I asked, touching his elbow lightly. ‘What are you?’

Zane rubbed his eyes with his hands, smudging some of his eyeliner across his cheeks.

‘I’m part of the unknown.’ he said.

‘The unknown?’

Yes,’ he said, impatiently, ignoring my scrunched up expression. ‘We used to be humans, like I said, but then we got taken to… sort of like an old air shelter I guess, and one by one we were forced to enter a room with just a chair and a bright light. That’s when we were made into this, these things! They cut us up and turned out bones into, well, kinda like metal-’

‘Like wolverine!’ I exclaimed, thinking he’d know who Wolverine was.

He just made a quizzical expression, like he’d never heard of Wolverine before! Hello!!! X-men?! I mean, I know he can’t remember anything since the whole ‘experimental’ thing but, dude!!

‘Izzy, I’m being serious here!’ Zane said, his face full of emotion.

‘Well jeez,’ I said. ‘Sorry if your whole story sounds like made up crap!’

Ok, I know that was harsh and slightly over cruel, considering I felt where his heart was not and, which is kind of evidence but hey! I was just looking for a comeback!

‘Does this look like made up crap to you?!’ Zane yelled, pulling up his t-shirt.

I ran a finger along his chest, feeling every stitch of every sore cut I could see. Believe me, there was a lot!

‘Must have been a lot of blood.’ I whispered. Resting my hand where his heart was supposed to be. Zane just nodded and continued.

‘They took my heart out and replaced it with something else.’ he said. ‘We’ll just call it a metal heart if that makes it easier for you?’

I nodded, all the while stupidly thinking of the Wizard Of Oz and how Zane would make a perfect Tin Man, and I could be Dorothy!

‘They installed a chip in the, er, metal heart.’ Zane continued. ‘It monitors us. Tracks us…’

I hit him then. Hard.

‘You mean to tell me, that whoever made you like this is watching us right now?’ I hissed. ‘And when we… you know… kissed?’

‘Izzy calm down-’

‘Why should I?’ I said. ‘You lead them right to me! I bet you only came here to make me one of you, to turn me into a freak just like you!! Zane!!’

‘Izzy, chill!’ Zane screamed, holding my upper arms with immense force.

Ow!

‘They don’t know where you or me are.’ he said, taking my hand and running it along a particular cut where his heart once was.

It was fresh and the skin was moist, bloody and pussy.

I gasped and yanked my hand away.

‘You…you…’ but I couldn’t finish the sentence.

Zane nodded twice and tried a small smile, but his lips failed him.

Then he just looked away.