Playful Sorrow. Chpt 2.

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I coughed from the dust that was now cast open upon the air after the wall was bashed in from our bodies, making it hard to breathe and blinded my sight.2

"Well, Silic, it's nice to finally meet you again.."A rough voice said, as two loud thumps followed the voice. "This must be Azalon."3

"Don't touch her."My mother hissed from what sounded like beside me.4

"M-Mom."I choked out, waving my hands in the air, trying to thin out the smothering dust. "What the hell is going on?"I asked once I was able to breath, and pushed myself up from the ground.5

"Stay down!"My mom yelled, pushing me back down. I heard her move, away from my side. Suddenly I felt very unprotected without my mother there. Didn't know why though.6

"Oh calm down, Silic."The voice said again, but this time, it sounded a little more normal, not so demonic this time.  Still made the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up though, and I was STILL very confused. If I knew one thing for sure, my mothers name is NOT Silic. It's Katie.7

"I'm not going to calm down while you're here Razxic."My mother snapped. Her hand grabbed mine as I reached out, in a coughing fit.8

"Azalon does quite look like Hathler."The voice said again. I squinted, trying to focus on the face.9

But all I saw was the a black motorcycle helmet, and a heavy set man. He looked like any other guy. He was in just simple blue jeans, and a black long sleeve shirt. I was confused to say the least. Maybe somehow, this was just a joke.10

"Okay guys, joke over."I said, brushing my pants off. "You've scared the crap outta me, threw me into a wall, made me see things I thought were there but wasn't, and you keep calling each other and me, stupid ass names!"I stated, with a slight growl at the edge of my voice, and looked up at them both.11

They were staring, with the look that clearly said 'don't get in the middle of this.' I clenched my jaw and nodded.12

"Razxic, what do you WANT? We left this life a long time ago and you're just dragging it back in! We left this as soon as Hathler went missing."Katie, my mom I mean, yelled, her eyes narrowed into a death glare, and her hands clenched into fists.13

However, motorcycle-helmet-head, just chuckled. "You can't ever leave this life, Silic."14

"But I have. I have had plenty of years of a normal life and then suddenly you show up, destorying my house and bringing up bad memories!"15

"Hey now, the only reason I threw that aura was because YOU were going to try and throw one first. I just beat you to the punch, Sis."Razxic gave her a grin that gave off that annoying idiot and egotistical feel too it.16

"..Uh, yeah, right, anyway. Um, Mister...Motorcycle-Head, why don't you-"I was cut off when he turned to me, holding up his hand in a 'hold on' matter.17

"That would be Uncle Motorcycle-Head, if you must call me that."He stated.18

"Yeah, sure, Uncle Motor-...What?"I asked, staring at him. Uncle? As in, blood related, uncle? Like..my mother's brother? That came from the same mother?19

"You heard me Azalon."Razxic crossed his arms, smirking at me.20

"Either you get that smirk off you're face...or I will do it for you...Uncle Helmet-Head..."I snapped, a growl at the edge of my voice. I narrowed my eyes into a glare, and clenched my fists.21

"Az-Rayne, don't get in the way..."I heard my mom say, her voice quiet. I glanced over at her, shooting her a look, only to have her look away.22

Razxic chuckled, and reached up, undoing the straps on his helmet. I watched, as he pulled it off.23

I had to admit he did look like my mom. All except for the large scar up his right cheek. But everything else matched mom. Light brown hair, and blue-gray eyes, slight narrow eyes. "So you are my Uncle.."24

"Yes..he is."My mother spoke up. "This is Ein. My older brother."She said. It came out more of a hiss, due to her teeth clenched together tightly.25

"But please, call me Uncle Razxic."26

"I kinda got that already."I said, rolling my eyes. "So why the hell are you here?"27

"Well, of course, it's bout time you start off."Razxic said, crossing his arms. He held the helmet loosely in his left hand, looking me up and down. "I don't know if you're strong enough though."28

"Excuse me?"I snapped, stepping forward. "I'm dang strong."I said, my voice tight with anger.29

"Calm down, Azalon."Razxic rolled his eyes, pushing me away by my shoulder. I had to admit, he was pretty strong himself.30

"My. Name. Is. Rayne. R.A.Y.N.E!"I shouted, jumping forward, throwing a punch at his chest. I gasped, as he grabbed my fist, stopping me dead in my tracks. I looked up, and went to knee him in the groin but before I even could get close to doing so, I was slammed into the ground.31

"Ow..Ow..OW."I whined, squirming, as he held me down by the shoulders.32

"Quit whining. If you're sooo dang strong that shouldn't have hurt."Razxic sneered, with a smirk.33

"Shut up.."I mumbled, shoving him off and stood up, grabbing my bag again. "Where the hell am I suppose to be going so I can get away from you people?"34

My mother looked hurt but she took a deep breath. "Out of town. You'll know from there."35

"..Do I get a map or something?"36

"No, just go."My mother said, her hands shaking and fiddling about.37

"Right..."I mumbled, fiddling with the strap of my bag. "So..I just leave? Without any explanation?"38

"Yes, you'll get one later on. We'll meet up, soon. At the Starline."Razxic said, handing my mother his bike helmet. "Have fun, Az-..Er..Rayne. And it was nice to finally see you again."Razxic grinned.39

I narrowed my eyes at him and took a deep breath, looking at my mother. "..Are you sure, that I have to leave? I mean..Mom..if I'm that much in the way.."I started, not able to finish. I swallowed, feeling that emotional knot in my throat.40

"No, just..trust me, ok? I love you Rayne, but it's time you go. I know it's all confusing now, but it will all soon be explained."41

"Um..kay.."I mumbled, I turned first going back to the living room. If I was going to be gone and in strange places, I could not, ever, never, be without my iPod. I spotted the black little god-made iPod, snatched it up from the table, stuffed it in my pocket and left out the front door without another word. 42

I always knew that one day I would have to leave, I would go on my own, and leave this town. I didn't expect it to be today, tomorrow or even next month. And I figured I would knew where I was going.43

But all I knew was that, I was seventeen, on my own, I just found out my Uncle is a egotistical jerk, and I was being forced to get out of this town. Right away.44

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"So, you wanna tell me what a young girl like you is doing all by herself headed out to Williams?"The old man who was driving taxi asked. He glanced up at the rear-view mirror back at me.45

I stretched my arms, moving my backpack closer to me. "I'm..going out to see grandparents. It is summer vacation."I pointed out, hoping and praying he bought it.46

"Point proven miss."He grinned, turning onto another street. I got only a small glance of the street name, it either had to do with a Hog or Logs. Either way I was praying I was getting close to whatever Starline is. I needed a damn explanation, now.47

It has only been three hours, since I left. Walked one hour, took a bus the next, and then when I couldn't stand listening to people chatter over and over, or ask me, the same question. 'Where's your parents kid?'48

Every time I heard that question I would scowl, and scoot down in my seat, staring out the window. The answer was ALWAYS the same in my mind though. 49

'My father has been missing since we got in a car crash and I went into a coma. He is more then likely dead. My mother, however, pushed me out of the house, and is forcing me out of town. She's probably messing around with my new found so called 'Uncle.' Ya know, like everyone elses parents.'50

"Um, sir, any idea how much farther?"I asked, sitting up in my seat, looking over at him.51

"About 5 more miles to the next gas station in Williams."He said, tapping his fingers along with the country music that played gently in the car.52

Wasn't my choice in music for sure. Made me damn glad that I grabbed my iPod before I left. But no need to use it now, only five miles to my stop and I wouldn't have to listen to it anymore.53

Another turn, another road sign, one exit, and dead country looking town, with a run down gas station. God must have been punishing me.54

We pulled into the run down Mobil station. I sighed under my breath, grabbing my bag and opened my door, putting one foot out.55

"You be careful Miss, alright? Don't need more kids getting hurt."The taxi driver said, turning around to look at me. "More and more kids these days are getting raped, killed, or missin'."56

"...Yes sir."I nodded. "Thank you."I offered a crooked smile and got out, shutting the door behind me.57

"You're welcome, Missy."The taxi driver said out his window, offering me a flash of the dentures in his mouth.58

"...Hey..I never caught you're name, sir?"I asked, walking backwards away from the car.59

"You can call me, Jack. And you Miss?"Jack asked, watching me and put the car out of park, backing up.60

"..Rayne. Rayne Kent."I said, watching him. "But..Apparently..some call me Azalon."61

I saw a large smile creep across his face, showing wrinkles glory across his face. "Well..it was very nice to meet you, Azalon Kent."He said before pulling away from the gas station and onto the road. I watched him speed off.62

And then it hit me...63

I was officially on my own.64