“The trouble is not in dying for a friend, but in finding a friend worth dying for.”
- Mark Twain
“Quinn made Voltaire fly!” Quinn yelled cheerfully taking advantage of the opportunity that Voltaire provided her to get as much attention as she could from a room full of people. Quinn felt like she was drunk because it had been so long since she had been around other people and she was torn between fear and excitement.
“Quinn can turn to sand,” Voltaire explained smiling as he gave Quinn’s hand an affectionate squeeze. “She picked me up and let me fly like Fable. Can you give us a demonstration Fable?”
“No thank you” Fable said quickly as he distanced himself from Voltaire.
Quinn watched everyone’s eyes turn towards Fable because of Voltaire. She could feel herself disappearing into the years of loneliness in a desert. Desperate for something from the first room full of people she had seen in years, Quinn stepped into the middle of the room because she only wanted to be their friend.
“Quinn can kill you all,” Quinn said. She was only returning to the only method she knew concerning human interaction. Fear was all she knew.
“She is joking,” Voltaire said quickly.
“No,” Quinn said angry. “The main element of sand is silicon dioxide. The human body does not have enough silicon to become sand. To get the extra silicon, Quinn’s body undergoes nuclear fission to change to sand making radioactive particles.”
Croft ran for the door, but she slowed to a stop when she saw Fable standing by the window staring at Quinn and waiting for his death. She realized that Fable felt like he deserved it and Croft closed her eyes before she took his hand.
“I can’t save you.” Croft whispered “I’ll stay here as long as I can though.”
“Thank you,” Fable whispered taking her hand.
Mattie overcame her shock and she curled her hands into fists and raced towards Quinn. She was hopeful enough to believe that she could somehow prevent Quinn from killing them by running up and trapping Quinn in her powerful grip. Jack, while terrified, was captivated by Quinn’s showmanship that he found very thrilling. He watched with interest.
“No one is going to die,” Voltaire said as he raced to the center of the room to break up the fight beginning between Quinn and Mattie. Sensing danger, Mattie decided to react violently to Quinn’s struggling by trying to make her pass out.
Jack and Voltaire each grabbed one of Mattie’s arms and tried to pull them apart so that she would release Quinn’s neck.
“Uh, seriously, guys?” Mattie said as Jack lost his stamina and Voltaire gave up. “You are not stronger than me.”
“Quinn sorry, Red! Quinn speaks without thinking! Quinn would not kill anyone, not now,” Quinn hissed at Mattie, who released her. Quinn’s panic faded because all eyes were now on her.
Jack decided to play saviour by putting his arm around her waist and flirting in comforting whispers that sounded like he was just calming her.
Voltaire put his arm around Quinn with real feeling and glared at Jack darkly. Jack did not see this, Quinn felt his anger.
“Enough,” Quinn said nervously. She felt a deep guilt rise up in her throat, she had not meant to cause a fight and she tried to do the right thing. “Stop fighting. Quinn will be good and quiet now. Quinn just wants everyone to be happy now.”
“You are a sweetheart,” Jack said, giving Quinn a seductive smile.
“Okay,” Voltaire said, letting go of Quinn when he realized how upset she was by this competition. Both men stayed by her side and continue to pour attention on Quinn.
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.