✪ Greyson ✪
"Alone."
Racquel cast a longing look in Jett's direction, then stood abruptly and ran off to who knows where. Good riddance.
I remained standing, not wishing to get my ass covered in mud by sitting on the stump. Jett must not have heard me over his self-wallowing. Coward. Moving swiftly, I reached forward and grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at me. "I said that I need to talk to you. I knew you were pathetic, but I didn't think you were deaf as well. Get up."
Jaw set, eyes narrowed, Jett pushed my hand off of his arm roughly and stood, water dripping from his hair down his chest. "What do you want?" He sneered, his expression almost barbaric.
His thoughts were of no use to me right now- he had finally come to his senses and decided to tell me exactly what he was thinking anyways. I smirked, which seemed to anger the first Digit even further. "Jett, Jett," I tsk-ed, shaking my head back and forth.
With a growl, Jett swung his fist, aiming to land a good one on my face, but see, I already knew this was going to happen. I chuckled and ducked out of the way, and took a couple steps backwards for my well-being.
"Haven't you learned already? Violence is not your best approach." Nonchalantly, I rubbed a piece of hair together between two of my fingers. "So. You've been busy turning soft, have you? I should have known Ayre would have a bad influence on your... Decisions."
The collar of my shirt became tight around my neck as Jett pulled me up to his face by it, but I didn't react as much as raising my eyebrow, because I knew it bothered him.
"Leave Ayre out of this," he spat at me.
And I'm not kidding, actual spit. It landed right in my eye. Asshole. And I let him know it.
I almost choked as the Digit's grasp around my collar became tighter. His eyes had turned blood-red, his pupils contracting menacingly. "Did you come here to play with your food before you ate it, or do actually have something important to say?"
"Easy now," I managed to breath out, pulling his fingers from around my neck. After righting myself, I resumed a casual tone. "I don't think you're in the right state of mind to lead us anymore, Jett," was my blunt statement. As if we were having a perfectly friendly conversation, I grinned. It was getting to the good part.
I could feel a pull of energy from the first Digit, and realized that he was using my own power against me. His face contorted into a tortured grimace. "So you think you'd be a better leader than me?" He scoffed, looking away from me and up at the moon. "I'm not turning soft. Ayre is just... she's..."
This conversation was not going where I needed it to go. "Don't even say that traitor's name- she means nothing. Nothing. But from here on out, I'm in charge of what goes on around here. You can go off and make out with whomever you want, but no way are we letting you come back as first in command this time. You're not like you used to be anymore."
"She means everything."
What? That was his only response to everything I had just said!? Rage bubbled inside my stomach, heating up my insides as if I had just swallowed burning coals. "Don't you see?! All you ever think about is yourself!" I grabbed fistfulls of hair in my shaking hands. "You. Are. Not. Coming. Back. None of us know what to do anymore because you can't think straight!" Jett backed away from me as I stabbed the middle of his chest with my finger. "Don't even act like you don't know what I'm talking about."
Jett made no move to protest, but instead looked out behind me, his eyes searching.
Racquel, Saracen, and Rhys had been woken by the commotion, and had decided to come to Jett's aid. Hmph. They knew it just as well as I did that Jett hadn't done what he was supposed to, but none of them were brave enough to admit it.
Someone rested their hand on my shoulder, and I immediately flinched away from the contact. Saracen stood beside me, her eyes as dark as I had ever seen them before. Her thoughts were full of the same emotion as mine.
"I agree with Greyson," she spoke softly, her hair falling in curtains around her head as she lowered it. "I'm sorry."
No she wasn't. Triumphant, I looked over towards the two other Digits, who gaped at Saracen with open mouths.
Rhys stepped forward next, looking at me for some kind of encouragement, which I didn't intend on giving him.
His adam's apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he swallowed compulsively, obviously torn.
"Make a damn decision, you coward," were the words I offered him. But they were enough.
Perhaps it was his fear of how much pain I could inflict upon him, but he drew himself up with confidence, and looked Jett in the eye. "I think you know what my choice is." The boy's voice was fairly strong, and I knew that I had won.
Racquel said nothing. She, instead, gave the Digit in question a fleeting look and loped away.
"It's settled, then. You no longer have control over us. Stay, or leave. Wherever your true allegiance lies."
Saracen put her hands on both my and Rhys's backs, and led us back to the tent, leaving Jett to his own devices.
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OMG WUT IS THIS. I DON'T EVEN. I'm so sorry, I'm so freaking tired, this was so so so bad.
Really short, too.
