((I CAN'T FIND ANY SUBFORUM THAT WOULD MATCH WITH OUR PLOT -sobs- sowwy. T.T))
Bryan immediately turned around, just in time to catch the girl in his arms. He didn’t even think about Nephele when he did his illusion, and when he realized what he’d done to her, the image faded instantly. Breathing heavily, he felt dizzy. The last time he did that, it didn’t end so well either. And not making everything better, Ferdinand Loski cackled in return. “Told you.” He smirked faintly, looking back at the street.
With that, they drove in silence. Bryan’s father didn’t talk to him anymore; he just pay attention to the street, occasionally honking to strangers and hummed pointless songs. The illusionist kept hugging Nephele, sometimes patted her forehead and checked her temperature. Suddenly, Ferdinand spoke. “She is having a nightmare right now, I think.” He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Something that she experienced frequently, sadly.” If he wasn’t driving, Bryan probably had wrestled him to the ground, pounding the guy even though he didn’t have the strength. “Can’t you do something to stop it?” The boy snarled, worried about Nephele’s well-being. Sure, she might not be his girlfriend, but the feeling that he had for her was much like what he felt towards Hillary: a sibling relationship. Nephele was someone he would protect even with his life.
Apparently, Ferdinand knew what Bryan was thinking, and so he sneered. “She’s a loner.” He stated, spitting on the street through the window. “She will always be.” This made the illusionist glared at him. “People could change, Father.” He said the last word as a mockery, since he was never a father to Bryan. “I know I could.” He reminescened back to his first years, when he chosed to be invisible than socializing. When Ferdinand was about to open his mouth again, Bryan quickly snarled. “I know what I did was not much, but hey, at least I’ve changed.” His father laughed upon hearing what he said. “And you wished you want me to be the same.” He said, exactly saying what Bryan had on his mind, making the boy widened his eyes.
In a split second, Ferdinand suddenly stopped the vehicle and glared at Bryan, his face quickly matched the boy’s eyes with only inches away. “One, you don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve done, you don’t know what my limits are. That’s my problem, and my responsibility. So no, I am not stopping. There’s too much at stake.” His eyes dimmed for a bit, but then it was back to serious mode. “Second, we’ve arrived.” He pointed at the large building on the left, complete with the concrete walls and barb wires on the top. Gulping, the illusionist slowly tapped on Nephele’s cheek, announcing they’re arrival. And severely scared on what they must do next.
“Nephele? We’re here.”
Bryan immediately turned around, just in time to catch the girl in his arms. He didn’t even think about Nephele when he did his illusion, and when he realized what he’d done to her, the image faded instantly. Breathing heavily, he felt dizzy. The last time he did that, it didn’t end so well either. And not making everything better, Ferdinand Loski cackled in return. “Told you.” He smirked faintly, looking back at the street.
With that, they drove in silence. Bryan’s father didn’t talk to him anymore; he just pay attention to the street, occasionally honking to strangers and hummed pointless songs. The illusionist kept hugging Nephele, sometimes patted her forehead and checked her temperature. Suddenly, Ferdinand spoke. “She is having a nightmare right now, I think.” He chuckled again, shaking his head. “Something that she experienced frequently, sadly.” If he wasn’t driving, Bryan probably had wrestled him to the ground, pounding the guy even though he didn’t have the strength. “Can’t you do something to stop it?” The boy snarled, worried about Nephele’s well-being. Sure, she might not be his girlfriend, but the feeling that he had for her was much like what he felt towards Hillary: a sibling relationship. Nephele was someone he would protect even with his life.
Apparently, Ferdinand knew what Bryan was thinking, and so he sneered. “She’s a loner.” He stated, spitting on the street through the window. “She will always be.” This made the illusionist glared at him. “People could change, Father.” He said the last word as a mockery, since he was never a father to Bryan. “I know I could.” He reminescened back to his first years, when he chosed to be invisible than socializing. When Ferdinand was about to open his mouth again, Bryan quickly snarled. “I know what I did was not much, but hey, at least I’ve changed.” His father laughed upon hearing what he said. “And you wished you want me to be the same.” He said, exactly saying what Bryan had on his mind, making the boy widened his eyes.
In a split second, Ferdinand suddenly stopped the vehicle and glared at Bryan, his face quickly matched the boy’s eyes with only inches away. “One, you don’t know me. You don’t know what I’ve done, you don’t know what my limits are. That’s my problem, and my responsibility. So no, I am not stopping. There’s too much at stake.” His eyes dimmed for a bit, but then it was back to serious mode. “Second, we’ve arrived.” He pointed at the large building on the left, complete with the concrete walls and barb wires on the top. Gulping, the illusionist slowly tapped on Nephele’s cheek, announcing they’re arrival. And severely scared on what they must do next.
“Nephele? We’re here.”