Kara’s Story_29

Eion’s Pov

     I left my sister’s room, confused. What did my sister have to do with them? Those other people, who I knew nothing about. I have no idea how they found my sister over a week ago, who they are, if they can be trusted. I know nothing and it’s been bothering as much as being back does.
     I hit the wall of my room with my fist. “She’s my sister. I’m some supposed to be taking care of her and I can’t do anything!” I said angrily. “Who are they? What if she’s wrong? What if they’re part of the School? How can she even think of thinking of trusting them?” I asked myself.
     This wasn’t the Kara I’d known over a week ago. Had she meet them before all this hell happened, she would have kicked their butts at the very sight of them. Old Kara would have taken over in a second, getting anything that would come to her in the air and towards them, giving the rest of the chance to escape. She would have had Streak take Jinx like he had in Huston. She would have had Caleb run like he had in New Orleans and she would have had me lead like she had in New York. Old Kara would have but herself in danger if it meant keeping the rest of us from evening being touched.
     But now, everything was different. Caleb was in the care of some girl who she knew nothing about besides the basics. She was trusting the dark solemn one, Fang, into paying his part in plan of escape. And there was something she was hiding with the blind one, Iggy. The way her emotions rolled and turned at the mention of him, at his sight, it was all confusing.
     The part that was most uncomfortable had just happened mere minutes ago, in her room. When I told her we would never see them again, I got this wave of emotions that almost choked me. The intensity was almost unbearable, coming from her, and I couldn’t concentrate hard enough them to see what they were. But now, I was alone, calm and straight-thinking. And thinking back on it, I’d could never recall her feeling all that before, at once. Fear, disappointment, wonder, rebellion (very common in my sister), anger and a bunch of other things I don’t feel like mentioning.
    I sat on my bed, suddenly exhausted. Placing my head in my hands, I sighed. Since when did everything become so complicated?

No Pov

     Fang leaned against the bedroom wall, arms crossed against his chest, his face unreadable, again. Iggy was hunched over something on his bed, feeling for the tools he needed. “Will you stop staring at me?” he asked. He didn’t need to see to feel Fang’s gaze on him.
     Fang walked over and looked at what he was doing. “What are you doing?” he asked. Iggy didn’t look up.
    “You’ll see.” Iggy said fingering the wires. Fang sighed and went back to leaning against the wall in deep thought. “If you’re just going to watch, will you leave?” Iggy asked him. “You’re distracting me.” Fang looked at him, rolled his eyes and left.