Uprising: A Collide Novel Part 23

"Yeah. Ok. I didn't mean anything by it, Sherry. You know that right?"

"I know," I answered.

A long pause.

"Ok. Well-" Cain said and started to get up.

"How's work?" I ask to keep Cain from leaving.

I don't want him to leave just because it's awkward.

"It's ok. Kinda boring lately what with less people coming in. Only two weeks til the warehouses go up and people are already acting like they can't buy anything from anywhere else."

"Really. Well what-"

"c.r.a.p! Sorry. I totally forgot something!" Cain yelled making me jump. "I heard people talking about the new Taker yesterday in the shop."

"What?" That got Merrick's attention.

"Yeah. Supposedly now there's a new one, named Mal... Mali something."

"Malachi," Merrick answered, letting his fork drop to his plate with a loud clank.

"Yeah. That's it. How did you know that?" Cain asked but instead of answering Merrick sat with a concentrative look.

"Yeah?" Jeff said as he in came quickly, I realized Merrick had called him in his mind.

"Malachi's the new Taker," Merrick told him and giving him a look.

"What? No. Maybe the name's a coincidence."

"With our luck? Doubtful. It's him Jeff. I know it." Before I could ask what was going on Merrick filled us in. "Takers are usually new. Human souls or maybe their spirit hanging around the body after they die, who absorb the Lighter instead of the Lighter absorbing him, but there is always a part of the Takers before him, inside. He knows exactly how to do everything, how to absorb, everything any Taker has done before him, he knows all about it. But Malachi has already been the Taker. Instead of some twisted form of reincarnation it's...re-reincarnation."

"Hmm. Well, they're having a big party/dance/rally thing Friday night for him to introduce him to the world and they are giving a speech and all. I was thinking I could go, see what's up. Maybe Sherry could go with me...as my date," Cain said and turned to me with lifted eyebrows and a smile.

"I agree. That sounds like a good idea," Merrick said stunning me, but then he continued, "but, I don't want Sherry in town."

Even though I knew what his answer would be, I still slumped a little in disappointment. The prospect of having something else to do other than domestic ch.o.r.es was thrilling for about three seconds, then reality hit.

"Oh yeah. The Taker, I forgot. Well, he won't be there himself. I don't think anyways."

Every since the Taker tried to get me to go with him and be his uh, mate or whatever, Merrick had forbid me to leave the bunker under any circ.u.mstances.

"It doesn't matter. I don't want Sherry in town, especially not without me," Merrick said with finality.

"Well I still think you should go. You're immune to the Lighter speak and they can't sense you're a Special," Jeff said. "If you want to, that is. I don't want to put you in danger but you'll know a lot of these people right?"

"Yep, mostly. Ok. Well. Maybe Lillian could come with me. Or Marissa. No not Marissa, they can tell she's a Muse. Dang it. Well, I'm not going clubbing by myself."

Jeff said he needed to think and left. Merrick grabbed my hand under the table.

You understand why you can't go, don't you? Please don't pout. I can only take so much of your disappointment in me in one day.

"I'm not. I understand why." I smile sweetly at him and answer him aloud because there's no other way to.

"Good," he said and smiled back and returned to finish his pasta.

The previous Taker has tried to make me run away with him. He said he had plans to destroy mankind and needed one altruistic human to remain to order to keep the balance and not destroy everything. I thought the whole idea was ridiculous but he based his whole existence on it so I guess he must have really believed it.

That Taker was killed, by Calvin and his fire fingers. We knew a new Taker would be along eventually but this was pretty quick.

Cain looked at us for a moment, realizing Merrick had been speaking only to me and then shrugged, sensing the conversation over. He took his plate to the sink and refilled his tea gla.s.s. Leaning on the counter with his hip he turned back to us.

"I'm really gonna miss sweet tea," he said and sipped it smiling sadly.

It wasn't just the tea. The tea represented everything that we were about to lose. All the simple things we've been taking for granted. Once we run out of normal things like tea, there won't be much of it anymore after that. We use of the small rations they'll give them at the need warehouse's in a day with a bunch like this.

We already haven't had a lot of fruits and vegetables in over a year. The weather is making it impossible for most things to grow and everything is scarce at the grocery store.

"Me too," I agreed. "And eggs. Eggs I'll miss the most."

"Oh! That reminds me," Cain said and smiled hugely.

He walked over to the fridge and reached inside. I looked at Merrick and he was grinning too. Cain then produced a big green ball from the bottom drawer and plopped it gently on the counter.

I heard my breath catch.

It was a watermelon!

A real watermelon!

Lily's absolute favorite thing to eat we learned and she even drew pictures of them. I personally hadn't had watermelon in years.

"Lily!" I yelled loudly knowing exactly why Cain had gotten it.

Lily skipped in nonchalantly, as did Marissa with her, hand in hand. When she saw Cain next to the counter she stopped dead in her tracks. You'd think it was the most precious of diamonds and gold but no, our Lily has simple taste.

She screamed. She squealed. She ran and jumped to Cain. This brought another round of onlookers to see what the fuss was about. Everyone was in awe. As I said, it'd been a long time since we'd had real fruit.

Cain and Lily nuzzled and smooched as she thanked him before he pa.s.sed her to me and took a long serrated knife from the drawer and began to make small slices. The first one went to Lily and she devoured it. I refused a piece as badly as I wanted one. There was too many people and too little watermelon to go around.

Cain gave me a knowing smile.

"You are the sweetest, Cain," I whispered and kissed him on the cheek before taking Lily away to finish her slice.

He looked slightly taken aback but smiled, maybe even blushed a little which amused me, and continued to slice and hand out to eager hands waiting their turn for a piece of momentary heaven disguised at sticky red sweet watermelon.

Keeping Up Appearances

Chapter 8 - Cain.

I tried to hold myself together, perfectly still, though I could have taken her right then and kissed those lips that taunt me right off that pretty face.

Oh man, that was so close. So close. Her lips touched me, not even an inch from my mouth. They are so freaking soft and - whew, boy. I gotta stop this.

I hear someone speaking, interrupting my internal tirade.

Lillian.

"How on earth did you get a watermelon?" she asked softly and genuinely impressed.

Everyone else that wanted one had gotten their pieces and left the kitchen, it was just her and me now. And one small slice of watermelon.

"Well, it was tricky. First, I had to fight an old lady for it, seeing as how things like this don't last long anymore. Then, I had to put down a down payment just to get the thing out the door."

She laughed. Really laughed. It was awesome to see her still smiling when she looked back up at me. She again, tucked her hair behind her ear and I determined that it was probably a self conscious notion of hers.

"Well, however you got it, I'm glad. I haven't seen so many smiles in a very long time."

"Well, there's one piece left. It's all yours."

"No." She shook her head and waved her hand. "You're the one who fought old ladies for it. You deserve it."

"I'll split it with you," I said as I turned to slice the rind once more down the middle.

"Deal."

"Technically, I should lose points, not gain them for fighting old ladies, by the way," I joked.

"True," she said smiling and reached for two plates, when she turned back she had the cutest amused look on her face. "Did you really fight an old lady?"

"Nah." I almost seemed ashamed to admit it. "In fact, we would have had two watermelons had the old lady not shown up."

"That's more like it," she said looking pleased and cut up the slices with a fork and dealt the pieces between the two plates.

She put salt on hers which I thought was disgusting but after a little coaxing, she got me to try a bite and I was pleasantly surprised at the delicious mixture of salty and sweet.

"Wow. I thought I couldn't be surprised anymore," I say as I cleaned up all the sticky counter mess.

"I'm still surprised everyday."

"Really? Well-"

"Lil?" Mitch.e.l.l interrupted, though I don't think he meant to. "Oh. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt."

Yep. Like it thought.

"No, you're fine. We were just discussing...watermelon philosophy," Lillian said looking at me and smiling.

"Oookay," Mitch.e.l.l said and I could tell he had no idea what we were talking about but loved to see her laugh. Mitch.e.l.l was one of the guys I saw looking at Lillian like she was a G.o.ddess when she came out of the shower the other day. And he called her Lil? What's up with that? "Well, like I said, I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to talk to you about something when you get a chance."

"Ok. I can talk now," she said and then looked back to me. "Thank you. That was really sweet." She laughed. "You and the watermelon."

"No problem."

Then she followed Mitch.e.l.l out tucking her hair behind her ear.

c.r.a.p.

So, after I clean up the kitchen, I head back into the commons room and remember that I forgot to talk to Lillian about Friday night. But, it'd be rude to go b.u.t.t in when Mitch.e.l.l just came and got her from me, right?

Besides. As much as I might like Lillian, I don't know her. I knew they'd be no way that Merrick would have let Sherry go but I'd much rather her go instead. Just because I think she knows how to handle herself if something were to happen. Not for my own reasons of the thought of dancing the night away with Sherry.

No. Definitely not that.

But I may get my chance anyway. Upon entering the commons room I see they've crunk up the record player. Katie and Paul, always Katie and Paul instigate these dance offs, are all over each other, bending and spinning. Little Sky is in her bounce seat, jumping up and down, beating some poor stuffed worm senseless.

I see a discreet Keeper meeting going on in the corner and decide to join, since I'm sure I know what it's about.

"Hey, ho. I didn't mean to spoil everyone's fun," I say to the group. "I would never have said anything about the new Taker if I knew it was gonna make everyone so sullen."

"We've got to talk about it, Cain. And we all agree with you, about going to the meeting. If you're up for it," Jeff answers.

"Oh, I'm up for it. I just got to get myself a hot date."

"Yes. We definitely don't want you to go alone."

"Agreed. Excuse me. You can get back to your Keeper lingo now," I say and walk over to where Sherry and Merrick are sitting.

I'm in the mood for a little self inflicted torture.

"May I have this dance, milady?" I ask in my best English accent and extend my hand to Sherry on the floor.

She laughs and takes my hand, letting me pull her up.

"How can I refuse an offer like that?"

"You can't. It's best just not to fight it." I turn to Merrick. "You mind?"

"Of course not. Just make sure you bring her back," he said and winked at us.

"Sure thing."