The Truth Lies Beneath Your Eyes
then
sees Alex rush out the building.
    “Hey bro, hey superhero chick,” Alex
smiles.
    “What new, Lex?” Amethyst asks as they
walk.
    “I uh have a bunch of stalkers or something,”
He laughs.
    “You sound happy about that, what aren’t you
saying?” Amethyst asks him.
    “I’m only happy about one of them. She’s
pretty and cool and not creepy,” he says.
    “Sounds like a crush, Alex,” Alias says.
“I’ll let you know, how about that?” Alex says.
    “Bye Lex, bye Alias!” Amethyst and Sunny yell
as the catch they bus.
    “Where’s Christophe at?” Alex asks.
    “I haven’t a clue,” Alias shrugs.
    “Why was he trying to kill you with a look
this morning?” Alex asks.
    “Ask him when you see him,” He answers.
    “Christophe?” Alias says as he walks into the
house and walks toward Christophe’s room. He was just sitting there
on the bed looking out the window, and that was bizarre. Alias
walked in the room cautiously.
    “Get out my room Alias,” he says calmly
without looking from the window. Something was crazy wrong here,
calmness? Quiet? Still? This couldn’t possibly be my brother.
    “Who are you? What have you done with my
brother?” Alias says even more cautiously.
    “I am your brother and nothing of my doing
has been done, please leave,” Christophe replied.

    What just happened here? Why does he sound
so timid and vulnerable? Nothing of his doing has been done? What?
Where’s the confidence and wisdom gone? Are the other demon guys
still on him? No…he would say something and he wouldn’t lead them
here for sure. Maybe he’s messing with me…yeah that’s it
probably, Alias thought.
    “So how was your day Alias?” He says almost
robotically.
    “Paranoid…but tolerable up until now, how was
yours?” Alias asks.
    “It was great, I’m kind of tired now though,
I’m going to take a nap,” Christophe yawns and looks up at
Alias.
    “Why are you eyes all red?” Alias asks. “They
itched all day, close my door,” he yawns again and rolls over on
his bed to face the window.
    Alias walked toward his own room and reached
for his cell phone. He decided to text Amethyst and ask her what
was up.
    Did you and Christophe
break up or something?
    Alias…that’s not
funny
    I’m serious. Did something
happen with you two today?
    Not that I know of, he went
home at lunch though, he said he didn’t feel well…is he
okay?
    He does seem kind of sick
now that you mention it. He wasn’t acting weird though?
    Affectionate and polite as
always, he acted normal. Just kind of slow and cautious…did you do
something or did I?
    I think I did…aw crap. I
have to go for a bit.
    Later Alias, watch out for
him will you?
    I will, that’s a good thing
you know, that you care about him so much…
    LOL I care about you too
Alias, and Alex as well
    I know…
    But?
    Nothing, nothing. I care
about you too.
    But what?
    I don’t care about you the
way you care about me. You’re not like my brothers to me. I have to
go now Amethyst, see you tomorrow because I know that you never
miss school. =o

    And then Alias cut off his phone and went to
go figure out if Christophe was in his room. I think I would
rather just have him kill me of something, he thought. I
think I broke my brother, or said the wrong thing or maybe she
doesn’t know about what happened this morning at all. He walks
into Christophe’s room and sees the window wide open and Christophe
standing at it with his wings extended with a smile. “I feel kind
of better now, Amethyst just called and asked if I wanted to come
over if I felt better like a minute ago. I’ll be back later…keep
your phone on little bro, dinner’s in the oven,” he flies away.
    “Christophe, wait a second!” Alias yells. She doesn’t know…he’s going to go and tell her! He screamed
internally and felt himself burn red with anger and embarrassment.
“He’s not going to kill me not going to physically kill me…he’s
going to let me die of

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