Winds Of The Apocalypse (31 page)

"And I promise you that you can trust me, Morgan." She
added, looking right up at him.

Mor
gan laughed.

"I'm happy that you are taking this so well, May.” He said and
her eyes practically sparkled.

"Not many would accept all of this so peacefully." Morgan continued and Casey's frown deepened as she turned from her brothers and went straight over to her unmade bed, mumbling something to herself
and crawling under the covers.

“Wake me up when you are done flirting with her so we could maybe work on a plan to get Din back if we completely gave up on the idea of saving you or if you just don’t care about that little problem anymore, ok?" Casey said, turning her head away from all
the people present in the room.

"At least we will have one back.
” She shot a nasty look at May.

"Since we pretty much screwed our chances to get Jon in order to save her
."

She said, looking directly at her and then turned from them completely, covering her head wit
h the white, halfblooded duvet.

Morgan puffed, he had just about enough of
his annoyed sibling's behavior.

"Excuse us for a second.” He said, walking over to his twin's bed and roughly
throwing the covers off of her.

"What the hell?!"
Casey protested as Morgan leaned forward and grabbing Casey’s wrists pulled her up from the bed.

“Hey!" Casey screamed as Morgan forcefully pulled her to her feet and practically shoved her across the room and into the bathroom, getting in seconds after her and slamming th
e door behind the both of them.

“Can you please tell me what the hell is your problem?!" Morgan demanded, shoving Casey against the counter and glaring down at her as Casey pushed herself up
ward, glaring back at her twin.

“Yes." Casey said nonchalantly as she crossed her arms over her chest and tur
ned dramatically to the mirror.

"It's out there.” She said, not turning back but pointed at the door that they ha
d come in through.

"Has mini tits, fake blond hair and its name begin wi
th the letter M. Rings a bell?"

“Casey!" Morgan growled, grabbing Casey's arm and turning her bac
k so he could look at her face.

"You are being ridiculous!
Why won't you even give her a chance?!" He demanded.

"Oh please!" Casey ripped h
er arm away from Morgan's grip.

"It is so obvious that she is being all ok with this and shit cuss she thinks that
she can get something from it!"

"And what i
s that?!" Morgan screamed back.

"You, you dump shit!" Casey screamed louder, her face redden in anger, she couldn't stand Morgan defending that beast from her. To Casey, she wa
s no better than an apocalypse.

"So you are jealous? Is that what this is all about? You think that she will take your place or something?" Morgan tried to find the answer in Casey's eyes but the latter just sigh, shaking her head as she turned back to the mirror and stared into her reflection ,her eyes avoiding Mor
gan's that tried to catch hers.

“Casey…Talk to me." Morgan asked her, lay
ing his hand on Casey shoulder.

"No." Casey shook her head, placing her palm over M
organ's hand to keep it on her.

"No, I know you won't ever
leave me behind, not for her…"

"Then…?" Morgan looked at her in the mirror, finally being allowed to look into her eyes. "Then what is it? Wh
y won't you give her a chance?"

"Because I don’t trust her."
Casey explained. "My instincts tell me that there is something really wrong about her." She turned to look at Morgan who removed his hand from her shoulder, looking back at his twin.

"I can't deny it, I'm sorry." She said sarcastically. "When everything else fails I have to at least listen to myself." She looked d
own. "Since nobody else would."

Morga
n groaned, rubbing his temples.

Surprisingly, even as a ghost Morgan could still have headaches, apparently he wasn't ghost enough to be completely detached from his
human body as Jon seemed to be.

“Casey, please, make an effort, I’m begging you." Morgan said his voice a lot weaker than it was a minute
ago,

"Just try." He begged
, astonished at how well Casey could play on his nerves.

Even now, in the middle of what could be the start of the end of the human existence Casey could still find a way to make it all about her, how did she manage to do it wa
s a mystery to her twin.

Casey bit her lip, looking at the half transparent reflection of her twin, seeing him for the first time in her l
ife as the weaker amongst them.

"Do you really like her that much?" She asked, hoping to hear a negative answer. "Casey…
.You know it's not about that…"

"Bu
t you do." Casey said bitterly.

"No…" Morgan attempted to
justify his hesitant behavior.

"It's just nice to have a girl to worry about
you…You know…" Morgan blushed.

"Outside of the family."

"And if I asked you to choose?" Casey questioned.

"Well… I…" Morgan stuttered. Casey
raised her hand to silence him.

"Save it.” She said h
arshly as she looked at Morgan.

“I’m doing this for you Morgan, not her, so remember that in case
she will need another saving."

Morgan didn't answer but
didn't continue their argument.

He let Casey walk past him and open the door back to their bedroom and then fallowed her outside, stopping immediately at the sight of a happy Colin bouncing on one of the unmade beds with Jon laughing at him and T
oby and May nowhere to be seen.

“What's going on here?" Morgan asked, watchi
ng as Jon got up to greet them.

"Are you ok?" He asked Casey. "That was
some pretty intense screaming."

"Oh…You heard that?
" Casey mumbled and Jon nodded.

"I think the whole floor could hear you. Good thing that no one is h
ere. You sounded pretty upset…"

"No, I'm fine." Casey looked at Colin who just dropped to the bed, probably t
ired from his erratic bouncing.

"But what is going on here?” She asked, looking at her b
rother.

"And where are May and Toby?" Morgan added as he l
ooked at the half emptied room.

“She probably killed Toby and drug
ged the others." Casey mumbled.

"Just what I wou
ld expect from a double agent."

"Casey, you promised." Morgan reminded her; afraid that Casey's annoying statements will b
ring back his pending headache.

“Fine, fine, and the
n where is she?" Casey growled.

 
"She went to class." Colin said, getting up from the bed and coming closer to the siblings.

“Class?"
Casey looked surprised. "Well, that's not right. We don’t have classes until the investigation about what happened to Morgan is over, Kafka doesn't want big group gatherings, remember?"

"Yes, Kafka didn't. But Kafka is not in c
harge anymore." Colin shrugged.

"What do you mean by tha
t?" Morgan asked with interest.

"Well, Mrs. Kafka had a heart attack last night, probably from hearing all that shit about the kidnapping and the school board had ordered on her a force retire so my dad told me just now on the phone that they are bringing us some hot new x- supermodel teacher to tak
e her place as the headmaster."

He smiled. "And she is gathering everyone in the big class downstairs to do t
he introductions and what not."

“Oh dear!
I do love what you mean!” Morgan smirked.

“So what are we waiting for?! Let’s go to class! C’mon! C’mon! No time to lose! Let's get to learning!” He smiled excitedly, beck
oning his siblings to the door.

“You’re in a coma;” Casey smirked. “Technically you don’t need to go to class; the teacher won’t even know you are there, not like you will
get any credit for showing up.”

Morgan smirked as well, a fake hurt ex
pression spreading on his face.

“Just because my body is temporary out of order that doesn’t mean I'm supposed to miss important school material! It's important
for my education, dear sister.”

C
asey rolled her eyes, laughing.

”You mean you don’t want to miss this important tribute to your s
exual education, dear sibling.”

Morgan
thought about it for a second.

“That too!”
Morgan raised his finger dramatically.

“Now let’s go do some study!”
He said, pointing at the door.

Casey rolled her eyes again at her brother’s foolishness, lookin
g at Jon who stood by her side.

”Are you coming too? Morgan is bound to make a fool out of himself, even if he is invisible, should be fun to watch
.” Jon shook his head, smiling.

“No, Casey. I think I'm just going to relax here for a bit, I haven’t had this much activity in over eight years…It’s
kind of difficult, even on me.”

”Oh…” Casey looked at Morgan, he too seeme
d pretty concerned.

“Are you going to be al
l right?” Morgan asked serious.

”Yes.
Yes don’t worry, I’ll be as good as …Well, ghost.” Jon laughed to himself.

”Go.” He said to Casey. “Enjoy Morgan maki
ng a total fool out of himself.

You can tell me all about it later.” He encouraged Casey who still didn't look c
onvinced and kind of concerned.

"Ok…” Casey agreed slowly, looking at Morgan who nodded at her and then, glancing at Jon headed for the door. “We will see you later.” Casey murmured, grabbing her diary off the table and following her bro
ther with Colin following them.

“Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!” Morgan boun
ced down the hall to the steps.

“We are going to miss the
hotty!” He exclaimed as he practically ran downstairs, nearly tripping over himself in the process.

Casey honestly could say that she had never in her all too short of a life, ever saw Morgan as excited abou
t a class before as he was now.

”We should have a super model teaching all
of our classes.” Casey laughed.

“It will do wonders
to his report card.”

“Nah.”
Colin didn't agree as he caught up to Casey.

“The only thing that having a super model as a teacher will do wonders to be to his pants, provided that we could roll his eyes and tongue back i
nto his perverted little head.”

Casey laughed, nodding enthusiastically as they got down to the last step and turned to a side corridor, entering the already cramped class room and taking their
sits at the back of the class.

Morgan looked at all people blocking his view to the teachers table, huffed and climbed on top of Casey’s table ,looking expectedly a
t the door with wide open eyes.

“God Morgan, you look like you are waiting for the fucking messiah or something, get off my desk.” Casey growled lowly,
trying to push her brother off.

It didn't help though and Morgan remained sited right in front of her, letting Casey have a little view of the classroom and the door that had just opened, revealing a stunning tall creature who
Morgan cheerfully whistled to.

"Education never seemed so good.” Morgan turned half way to whisper to Casey who growled back at him, grabbing Morgan by the shirt and forcefully
pulling him down from the desk.

”
Gyyah!” It was good that no one could hear the poor boy crashing to the floor by Casey’s table.

“Sit down you pervert!” Casey hissed at her twin as Colin made the greatest effort in hi
s life to try and not to laugh.

He didn't want to drive any more attention to them; they were the talk of the school already. "Hello class." The stunning creature said as she entered the class and sat gracefu
lly on her table, legs crossed.

She looked at the students before her, smiling mischievously as the boy population of the classroom; alive or otherwise stared over ,drooling at the sight of her curly bouncy hair, her thin long legs an
d her way to short power skirt.