✪ Greyson ✪
Rhys strolled lazily back into camp, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. A dignified smirk played on his lips. Someone seemed happy today. Pretending to be asleep, I turned my attention towards the tenth Digit's thoughts. It would be fun to see what was making him so cheerful so I could... Fix it. Snickering, I lowered my eyelids and waited.
I wonder where Racquel is, I want to see if I can see through her skirt...
My eyes snapped open, and with a mouth hanging halfway open, I blatantly stared at Rhys. Since when had he gone through puberty?!
Maybe if I'm lucky, she won't be wearing her tights today...
This was too much, even for Rhys. I didn't even know he liked girls, honestly. He seemed pretty queer to me. But hey, preferences here. Cocking my head to the side, I stared at the red-haired boy, a little more interested right now. The little pervert had been hiding it from us this whole time! Grinning, I picked myself up off of the ground and casually made my way over towards Rhys, his sick thoughts still going strong.
"Uhm, hey Rhys, can I talk to you for a second?"
The Digit's creepy little eyes widened. Damn, I forgot that this one had mind-reading powers!
"Excuse me?" Raising an eyebrow, I stared the boy down (he was like, two feet shorter than me, so it wasn't that hard for me to look very intimidating.) I folded my arms loosey across my chest and smirked. It would be fun to se how was he going to get himself out of this without me figuring anything out.
What are things that Rhys would think? Uh... Uh... Damn, maybe I should have payed attention in math class. What was that formula? A squared plus B squared equals...equals...
"Rhys" was shaking his head in confusion, only provoking me more. Obviously, this wasn't Rhys. I knew that from the moment he had mentioned Racquel, because there is no way that little sh*t actually liked girls. No way in the human universe. And the only person out of all the Digits who would be able to disguise themselves as another Digit was Fox. That bastard.
I took a large step, advancing even closer to the real seventh Digit. Forcefully, I grabbed him by his shirt collar, lifting him about a foot off of the ground. Man, this kid was all bone, he could hardly pass for 50 pounds! I neared my face to his.
"What do you want?" I spat at Fox, glaring into his rapidly darting green eyes.
Fox continued to struggle in my grasp, using all his strength to kick at my legs weakly with those sticks Rhys called legs. I mean crural, the scientific word for legs. Something clicked in Fox's mind, and he morphed back into his true form, though he still wasn't quite as tall as me. Though I had to admit, he was pretty strong. He pushed me back and dusted his shoulders off, as if me touching him had poisoned him or something.
"I think you know what I want, Three," Fox snarled at me, his lip curling slightly.
Snickering, I prodded his chest with my hand. "Yeah, to hook up with Racquel. Not a good plan, she hates you." Actually, that was a lie, I had heard some weird things in Racquel's dreams about the seventh Digit. And creepy. And disturbing. And perverted. They gave me nightmares. But if I told that to Fox, then I wouldn't really be making a point right here.
Oh jeez, she's coming!
This sudden freak out in Fox's mind caused me to look behind my shoulder. Sure enough, Saracen was making her way up the hill. When I glanced back, Fox was gone, Rhys in his place, cowering down innocently. Narrowing my eyebrows, I gripped Fox once again, but not in time to do any harm. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned my neck slowly, meeting Saracen.
Her blue eyes were filled with horror and disbelief. "Greyson, what are you doing?!" She knocked my hands off of "Rhys" and had him step back, then turned towards him. It was sad, she had to kneel down so that her eyes were level with his. "What's going on here?"
I almost vomited, Fox wasn't even paying attention to what the fifth Digit was saying. No, he was looking straight down her shirt and wondering what bra size she wore. I rubbed my eyes and tried to get that nauseous feeling out of the pit of my stomach. Saracen stood back up, patted "Rhys" on the top of his head, then walked back over to me.
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I tried to look nonchalant and somewhat completely faultless. "I didn't do anything."
The platinum-haired Digit shook her head solemnly at me, then shook her hands, a sign to forget what had just happened. "Okay, so we found a private plane. I already took care of the pilot and everything, we're due to leave tomorrow morning at around 2:00 a.m." Tapping the toe of her shoe on the grass, she wondered if we were going to need any extra supplies. "We should be set to just leave, all we need to make sure of is that we have Rhys. Alive, Greyson. DO you hear me?"
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, not appreciating that childish tone she was using with me. It would be hard not to kill that kid, especially with what I knew now. Fox/Rhys smiled smugly behind Saracen's back at me, and I had to restrain myself from running over there and choking him to death. Or worse. "We'll have to leave camp at around 1:00 then, to get the plane set up and everything."
Saracen nodded, and tapped her chin with her finger. "The only thing that might be a problem is the pilot. We don't have one, I locked him up in a closet in the airport. Do you have any experience in flying a plane?"
I looked at the girl like she was crazy (which she was). "Are you kidding me?! How do you expect us to be able to fly ourselves all the way to Washington DC?! That's practically a ten hour flight, and you want us to fly ourselves!" I could believe how stupid this Digit actually was! How hard was it to put the pilot into an alternate reality and have him believe that he was flying alone? Not that freaking hard. Seriously. Rubbing my temples with my fingers like I always did when I was irritated, I groaned. "Jett can probably figure it out." It wouldn't be a use to mention Rhys, since we didn't even have the real one. Later, I would have to figure out how to get Fox onto the plane.
"Oh yeah," Saracen mused quietly to me, scared that she had made me angry at her, "Don't talk to Jett, he doesn't really seem like he's himself right now."
"And how has that changed since this whole thing started?" The dude had been sitting on the same tree branch for the past day, it almost looked like he was dead. Might be easier if he was, he'd been acting like a girl since he had assaulted Ayre with his lips. That guy had issues. Shrugging, I loped away from Saracen, leaving her to her worrisome thoughts.
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Ugh this was so short, but I pretty much only had to explain who Rhys really was, and get the plan for the flight set up. I'll write some journal entries today too, so... Maybe Saracen's or something...
