Explanation
Chapter 11 of 17
TheDeepEndNixon tugged a hand through his hair and shook his head. He watched my expression for a few more minutes, and then smiled thinly. When he reached over and touched a piece of my hair with his fingers, his hand brushing my cheek, I recoiled.
“Sorry,” he said, drawing back. “It was loose.”
I stared at him with a strange feeling in my stomach and frowned.
“Your hand is cold,” I said.
He smiled and rubbed his hands together. I was less than surprised when he touched my face again. This time, however, he pulled me close. I was close enough to see that his pupils had dilated.
“You’re scared,” he muttered. “You think if you do what you want that it will complicate things.”
“What do I want?” I asked, my voice shaky.
He did not answer. Instead, he pressed his lips against mine softly and I closed my eyes. Warmth spread through my body the instant he had done that, and my head felt light. His tongue nudged my lips apart, and I complied all too willingly. He tasted sweet. Far too sweet.
When he sat back and looked at me with his head tilted, I felt my face heat up. There was no use hiding anything now. He smirked and folded his hands in his lap.
“Now what?” he said.
I just stared at him, not understanding.
“I kissed you,” he explained. “You seemed to enjoy it, unless you’re trying to cover up that little emotion.”
I nodded. “I haven’t―”
“I know. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, there’s something else you need to be aware of.”
I leaned forward.
“There are more like Evan Fynn out there. I know of one – a girl – she possesses the same ability as him, plus another; she’s a Sleeper.”
“What is that?” At this point, I thought I could figure it out.
“Do I really need to tell you?” He sounded frustrated.
“I guess not,” I mumbled.
He frowned at me. “You’re not too quick on the uptake, are you?”
I felt something inside me quiver at his words. I stood up and stared at him, my eye narrowed. “You can’t just spill all of this on me and expect me to understand. Even if this is true, it would still sound like bullshit to other people. If I told anyone, they’d think I was crazy and lock me up.”
He blinked at me, and if it were possible, his eyes darkened more as he rose from the chair. He glared at me.
“You don’t understand. You’re too fucking scared to see what’s right in front of you. If you don’t want to do this, then you’re probably going to die, along with the people you care about. I didn’t think I was wasting my time. I thought you reached your potential by now.”
“By now?” I asked, ignoring everything else he had said. “What the hell does that mean?”
Nixon looked at me, his eyes shone with disbelief. He looked as though he were thinking of what to say, how to say it.
“Just say it!” I shouted. I could feel the hot tears building behind my eyes. I knew what he was going to say. “You don’t think I can do this, that I’m too stupid and won’t survive.”
“Actually,” he started, “what I was going to say is this: that you’re not human.”
My face paled and I blinked. “Yes I am,” I argued.
He shook his head. “No, you’re not. What you are, I don’t know, but I was sent to protect you. You’ve been alone for over one-hundred years, until now.”
“You’re lying,” I hissed, tears sliding down my face. I felt sick. “You fucking bastard.”
“Why would I lie to you after exposing myself?” He stared at me, his eyes warm. “I’m keeping you safe by telling you what you need to know.”
“Telling me that proves you’re crazy.” I reached out and pressed my palms against his chest, intent on shoving him, but he stopped me by wrapping his hands around my wrists.
“Stop,” he instructed.
My body complied and I sank back down into the chair behind me. I stared at him as he looked at me. When he crouched down and took hold of my face again, I did not resist.
“Come with me,” he whispered. He took my hand and pulled me up.
With every piece of me vulnerable to him, I followed him out the door.
***
Nixon had taken me back to the trail near the school, and as we walked through the woods, the shadows from the now present moon seemed to jump out at us. I wondered where the time had gone.
“Sit,” he commanded.
The ground below was cold as I knelt down, blinking up at him. I watched him pace, my tongue burning with questions again. I seemed to forget that I was angry. All I wanted now were answers.
As he joined me on the ground, I said, “Why did you bring me here?”
He smiled thinly. “Did you really think you came here of your own free will for years because it comforted you?”
“I guess you’re going to explain that too,” I said, staring into his face. I had the thought to lean over and kiss him again, but brushed it away. There were more important things than my hormones.
“You came here because this is where I felt safest.”
“Of course it was.” I expected that.
“I needed you to be completely at peace when I came here, and you were. How else do you explain feeling so calm around me?”
“You pose no threat,” I said. “I was compelled to trust you.”
“There it is!” he exclaimed, seeming excited. “That word. How many times have you felt compelled to do anything you wouldn’t normally do?”
“Well none before I―”
His eyes lit up and he nodded. “You see, don’t you? Finally! I knew you would.”
My eyes widened.
“You’ve been controlling me? I asked.
“No, no.” Nixon shook his head. “There’s something else I’m able to do – I can manipulate emotions. I can make you feel how I want.”
“So, you’ve been controlling me to feel trusting and obedient?”
“I wouldn’t use the word controlling,” he said. “I was able to access parts of you while you were sleeping. I helped loosen your distrust of me before we met. Do you understand?”
“What about my wanting to kiss you?” I asked. I stared at the ground as if expecting an answer from the still leaves that had fallen.
He reached out and touched my chin with his hand, startling me. When he lifted my head, his eyes gleamed as the moonlight slid across them. When he leaned over and kissed me, my breath caught in my chest. Something stirred inside me, and I found myself straddling him, my fingers in his hair.
“That’s all you,” he grunted, his lips firmly locked on my neck now. His tongue swept against my pulse, and it seemed to speed up. My head swam with images as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Is this dangerous?” I asked as he pulled away.
“No,” he said. “This is good.”
“My mom is going to be worried,” I said suddenly. I went to stand but he grabbed my hand.
“How come?” he asked, tilting his head.
“It’s late.”
“Let me take care of that.” He smiled and brought my mouth to his once more.
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Anonymous
Nice. This is really getting interesting...
WRITE FASTER! Tiny snippets do not satify me!
Throw us a couple-a-thousand words!!
Author's Response: I have a lot more chapters done, it's just waiting for them to be submitted here that makes the wait longer.
Give me your email and I'll send the rest to you.
Anonymous
Interesting...
Casey is really handling this pretty good, which is surprising. But there is that hint that she has been 'prepared' for her coming-out party.
If only I could have played with my Mom's mind whenever I came home late, or brought a female friend home!
I sense some training coming on also!
Good work!
Author's Response: She does overreact a lot though. I would if this situation was presented. I don't think I would believe anything I was being told.
I hope you like the next few chapters. I'm introducing a new character soon :)
Anonymous
Beautiful.
This is going very well, and I'm really looking forward to the next chapter!
Great work!
Author's Response: Thanks very much.
I'm trying to not make this story too obvious, but it's already unraveling that way.
Anonymous
Nice.
Not cheap, uninteresting drabble, but a very emotionally deep, and realistic meeting of the minds by Nixon and Casey.
I like where this is going, and I'm glad it isn't obvious.
Good work!
Anonymous
Another good chapter!
One of my favorite lines:
“Don’t worry, I won’t ask for any weird sexual favors in return.”
Wasn't expecting that from Nixon. Actually, this story is starting to feel familiar...
Have you ever read a manga called 'Tag'?
Really intersted in what a 'Sweeper' is. Are you preparing to go down a supernatural sort of road?
Author's Response: I am going to go down that road :) Like it wasn't obvious.
No, I haven't. I've actually never heard of it. What is it about?
EdgeOfDark's response: Tag is about a girl who becomes best friends with mysterious girl, who makes her a target for humiliation, rape, and possible death. All of this revolves around cell phones, and the victims doing whatever the text tells them to do... otherwise they get killed.
One of the best I've ever read!
Author's Response: That sounds cool, aside from the rape part. Kind of reminds me of One Missed Call, only they get voicemails, they heard their voice, then they died.
It's weird. It's an Asian movie so yeah, lol
EdgeOfDark's response: Hey, how many more chapters do you have to go?
Author's Response: I don't know. I'm still hoping to not get Writer's Block like I have with other stories. Why do you ask? :D
EdgeOfDark's response: Very curious!
My stories are all outlined, and I know how many chapters there are, and how long they usually going to be. Yours feels 1/3 of the way done!
Author's Response: I just have to figure out things. I mean, I have the main plot, but I need more of a character development for some.
EdgeOfDark's response: Ah! So most of your work is tied up in character development! You do that very well by the way.
Have you peeked at one of mine?
Author's Response: Not yet. I'm sorry.
The next chapter will be up soon, and then you'll be all caught up :)
EdgeOfDark's response: *waits impatiently!* 
Anonymous
Okay, this is getting good, and you know, I'm hooked. I have a bad feeling Casey is in for trouble with this Nixon kid.
What are snake-bites?
Author's Response: Nixon's the good guy :)
Snake-bites: Two piercings just under the bottom lip: one on the left side and one on the right. They can be studs or rings, or even a combination of both.
Anonymous
Uh oh. This is not looking good.
At least she knows what kind of person Jade really is. Sucks how she found out however.
Great chapter! Where's the rest? ^_^
Author's Response: I should just get your email and send you the rest, considering you're the only one whose reading this story, haha.
EdgeOfDark's response:
Boy do I know THAT feeling!!
My jaw really hit the floor when one of my fics turned up as a 'Featured Fic' on TPP.
Originals hardly get the time they deserve anywhere, especially good ones like this. You're a pretty competent writer too, and I hope you keep at it.
I think Original Authors should really support each other. That being said, I'd really like to know what you think about some of my work too!
Author's Response: Oh, I've never had the thrill of knowing my stories were featured for anything.
There's only a few sites I'm apart of, like Mibba, which is a relatively good site as far as reviews and things go. You should try it out.
Anonymous
Wow. Very well done. I could see this so clearly in my mind's eye. You built the scene masterfully, and I found myself wanting more of this tale!
Excellent work!
Author's Response: :DD Thank you so much.
Anonymous
Oh no! Not another Mindwar: Marooned on Earth type of story!
Awww, gee. I was really hoping for something new and different.
That said, it was still writen well, and easy to read... and I liked it.
Author's Response: Casey's not an alien, if that's what you're getting at, lol. That would be too predictable.
EdgeOfDark's response: So what we've got here is a special sub-strain of Humans who play puppeteer with the Normals?
Author's Response: Somewhat. I don't want to give things away.
Finish it! I really like this and want to know where you go with it.
I like how the ticking clock upset her. That has come up in a lot of my stories and it was the basis of my first song. Very good writing!
“What?” I hissed, as I read the answer. “What the hell are you talking about?” I said to him, my voice a little louder than I intended.
Everyone turned in their seats to look at me.
“Miss Sullivan—”
Fuck.
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That was hilarious. Makes me think of things I have written!
Anonymous
Wow.
One wants to get close to these characters but...
Poor Casey really doesn't give much thought to her future or much else it seems. Is Nixon going to be just as irreverent and aimless?
Author's Response: Nixon's probably the most important character, other than Casey, in this story.
EdgeOfDark's response: LOL!
No! Not irrelevant! irreverent!
Is Nixon going to be just as irreverent and aimless as Casey?
Author's Response: Oh, wow, lol, sorry.
He might be. I don't really have much of him thought of yet.
Anonymous
Very good: I like how Casey is tentatively sharing her thoughts and feelings with the reader. That’s something you do very well with your characters.
It’s a shame that she and her mother don’t have a better relationship. What heartache. They could really help one another if they both weren’t so emotionally selfish.
Nice chapter!
Author's Response: Things are just going to go downhill from here anyway, and Casey knows her mom wouldn't believe anything that's going to happen, so she kind of has no one to depend on.
Thank you for the review. The next chapter should be up soon.
Anonymous
Nice!
I like where you're going with this, and it feels totally authentic. Very good job of describing the environment and characters. It's getting interesting!
Author's Response: Thanks very much :)
Anonymous
Hmmm...
That is one crude, intolerant ("Who likes to sit in a small ass seat with some fat kid?"), smelly, lazy slob of a kid.
He seems like one of those people with two definitive sides; not Good or Evil, just Evil and Indifferent.
Needs a serious foot in the ass.
I can hardly wait to see him get torn to bits... He is going to get torn to bits, right?
Author's Response: Well, since the main character is a girl (I guess I should have specified and the name throws people off), I'd hope she's not tore to bits. But someone else gets torn, and they deserve it.
EdgeOfDark's response: Ah... So someone is responsible for the tourturous birth of Evil Casey and Indifferent Casey. Going to be interested in seeing what kind of Monster that is.
Author's Response: Oh, she's not really that bad. Just dislikes most people and is a bitch in the morning. There's far worse than her in this story :)