Chapter Seven- Turning Tables
Gilia hasn't appeared to have lost her subconscious desire for turning the tables when you've finally laid out your meal on it.
She saved me! She still cares! That's more then I could ever ask for.
She saved me from those cold, fearful days that passed as the Tribe decided what to do with me.
I was being held in the Tribes barn and was given barely anything. Water was basically thrown at me in a bowl and I can swear the meat I was being given was off.
I wasn't even being treated like a human, and that's all I ever wanted from Guardian. For them to treat me like a person, not dirt on their shoe.
I don't know how many days passed, but the pain of hunger was made worse when someone decided to come in and start kicking me around a bit, and I recognized the people who did it. Toby and Paul. My worst enemies in Guardian.
I was broken and at the mercy of my neighbors.
As the days passed, I got weaker and the beatings felt worse after shorter amounts of time. Then finally I was actually knocked out after a few hits to my battered body.
I had woke with a pounding head and aching body and the barn was on fire. It felt like only five minutes later that the smoke caused me to pass out.
The next thing I knew I was on a bed of grass with Gilia, who was unconscious beside me.
Just like those nights me and her gazed at the stars from this small patch of grass. Gilia would nearly always fall asleep and I'd have to pick her up and carry her home....
Which was nearly exactly what I did, except that we were next to a burning barn, not under the stars, and I was taking Gilia to my hut, not her massive house that made me feel disorientated whenever I stepped through the door.
And now I'm getting clothes for her.
I can't help but think this is odd.
Gilia has such a small, graceful body. Very petite and perfectly curved, almost no weight, or muscles for that matter. I must admit, I did just stare at Gilia before I threw a blanket over her.
Not in a creepy way. It's just that Gilias waist and her legs and her chest...they're all so unfamiliar to me. A part of her she never let me see.
As I get to the door of the Tribeheads house I freeze and my blood rushes through my body. I don't know what to expect. I find it a bit hard to believe that a whole Tribe has been burnt down and the Tribeheads house has been overlooked. The house is still totally intact.
I take a deep breath and open the door.
As I step into the dimly lit corridor, I know something is off. It's to quiet. Maybe I'm just highly strung, but I think that was a result of literally being highly strung. I shudder at the memory and idly rub my neck.
I step into the huge sitting room. I think library would be the better word.
The sitting room contains four wooden chairs covered in blankets, but the rest of the room is book devoted. They're all really old texts, some aren't even written in English, and loads are strewn across the floor of the room. I pick my way across the room, avoiding the heavy books, to the small table in the rooms Centre.
Something on the table has caught my eye. A piece of paper. Everything else has been pushed off the table and onto the ground.
Cautiously, I pick up the paper and hold it at arms length, as if it will explode. Scrawled across the whole paper in red, which makes my stomach turn, are only a few spine-chilling words:
We're coming for both if you, and we make our enemies suffer.
I growl under my breath. Wouldn't surprise me if that psycho did write it in his blood! But at least this proves Salvation did burn down the Tribe and are after us.
The sound of crackling catches my attention and I'm grateful to see that there's a dying flame in the fireplace. I chuck the letter into it in disgust.
"Burn baby, burn," I mutter to myself. For a minute I watch the paper curl in on itself as it burns.
I go upstairs to investigate the rest of the house, and the first thing I do is go into Gilias old room.
It's quite a nice room. Bed in one corner, wardrobe in another, a desk against the wall and, even in here, a bookcase that's filled to overflowing. This room is so familiar to me. I used to share this room with Gilia. Until her dad started constantly checking on us, which was when I was about thirteen, and I decided to move into my parents old hut. But that didn't stop Gilia from sneaking out.
I shake my head. Those memories hurt me, stab at my heart.
I gro over to the wardrobe, grab the large backpack in it, and start shoving clothes in it.
I turn to Gilias bed and see her sword lying on it. I never even realized she didn't have it! I attach her sword to my belt, next to my own sword, looking at a small leather bound book while I do this.
Gilia kept diaries. I know this as I had tried to read one once. I didn't try it again.
Maybe, just maybe, those would help...
Immediately I snatch up the book up, put it in the bag, and begin to search for more. And more I find: One under a pillow, one in a desk drawer, two hidden in with the other books in the bookshelf, and a final one buried deep in the wardrobe.
How many diaries did she need?
The things were easy enough to find though, especially as the word "diary" was written in big letters on every one of them. Very subtle.
That everything? Hmm.....
Just out of interest, I decide to cross the hall and go into Gilias fathers room. I stop in the doorway, eyes wide in fear. There the Tribehead lies, against the wall, shot dead...
I feel a lump rise in my throat. The Tribehead was the only person, besides Gilia, who showed kindness to me and he was like a father to me, as close as I'll get anyway.
And Gilia...she never even got to see him again, to know him again.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. If it wasn't for the Tribehead, I'd be dead...
Stop. Get on with it. There must be something. And there is.
Another note, hooray, next to a sealed envelope.
The envelopes addressed to Gilia so I just put it in the bag. I'm not one to intrude on peoples privacy.
My eyes quickly glaze over the note, not taking in the words to much in case it's another threat:
Take the contents of the chest in this room. You know the rest. Help Gilia, stick to your oath, try not to die.
But, sure enough, there's a chest right next to the desk. I throw the lid open and quickly inspect the contents before throwing them into the bag: A compass, a map, a list of Salvation members, with one name crossed out, I may be wrong but it looks like Dunstan (Crap name, poor kid whose parents called them that). But the rest catches my attention. There's some white and gold clothes that are light but have no give. They're obviously intended for a girl, in the bag they go. But my eye is caught by clothes with a similar no-give feel, just that these are defiantly not for a girl.
Black jean things, black t-shirt and a black jacket. Cool. That doesn't stick a label on me at all. The clothes feel weird so, out of curiosity, I get out my knife and run it down a sleeve of the jacket. A horrible scraping noise pierces my ears, but there's not even a mark on the jacket.
That's everything. I hastily leave the house and take the bag with me. I may go a bit further up stream and go sort myself out before I go back to Gilia.
I wonder if she'll read the diaries?
Probably not, but it's worth a shot if there's a chance of getting her back.