Darker Than Black

:Darker Than Black: [Chapter: 4] //An Original Story//

I've been on an Alesana binge. Dang I love that band. I saw them live back in Febuary on The Emptines tour and they played their whole CD plus 3 of their old songs. It was amazing. And I haven't been able to stop listening to them since :P Like with ETF. Anyways, chapter four whoop. Enjoy, comment and vote!

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"Good morning, Willow!" a voice shouted in my ear.

I jolted up, looking around at my surroundings. They were very familiar. It took me a minute to realize I was in my apartment. My eyes focused on the shape in front of me. The blurred edges became sharp and I noticed it was Hudson who was in front of me.

"Agh!" I cried, shoving him away from me and untangling myself from the sheets I was under. "How'd I get here?"

"I brought you home last night. You fell asleep when we were lying in the grass," Hudson responded, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

"How'd you get in?"

Hudson held up my key. "I found it in your pocket."

I slammed my foot into his back. "Why did you search my pockets?"

"Ow! To find the key, obviously!" he responded, frowning at me and rubbing his back. "I swear I just needed the key."

"Give it back," I demanded, holding out my hand.

"Fine, geez," he muttered, handing the key over. "I should have just left you in the field."

"What? Even after I saved your life?" I cried, crossing my arms and glaring at him. "You'd think you'd appreciate me a little more."

Hudson sighed, lying across my bed, on my legs. I frowned and pulled my legs up to my chest.

"Speaking of which, I should thank you for saving me," Hudson started, staring at my ceiling.

"Yeah, it was a good thing I knew that he was going to shoot at you," I said, nodding my head. "Otherwise you could have been killed."

"Yeah. Good thing you knew. But," he paused, rubbing his chin. He turned to look at me, his bright blue eyes piercing into mine. "How did you know?"

I stared at him for a second, holding his gaze. Neither of us moved, her blinked. When I finally did, Hudson grinned.

"I saw it."

"What do you mean?" Hudson questioned, staring at me curiously.

"Like you, I can see future disasters."

Hudson sat up quickly, crawling closer to me until his face was only inches away. "You can predict the future too?"

"Yup. Except when I have a prediction, it's as if I'm there. I can walk around and stuff. But it's only if I can't see my reflection."

"That's great! That means you can help me!" Hudson responded with a grin. "Awesome!"

"I'm not helping you," I told him, cocking an eyebrow. "I hate those predictions. Ever since I was little I've tried my best not to see my reflection. I'm afraid of them. What makes you think I will willingly look for them?"

Hudson stared at me like I was crazy. "Why are you afraid?"

"When I was little, I'd always see the predictions, and when they came true, people would be scared of me. They'd say I was crazy. Even my parents wanted to send me away. So I stopped looking for future predictions. I was afraid of seeing a prediction instead of my reflection."

"So that's why you don't have any mirrors in this house," Hudson mused.

"How did you know I didn't have any mirrors in here?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. "Did you go searching through my house or something?"