Serenity in Silence (Zeke)

[KATRINA CLARK]

It was Saturday night, and Katrina couldn’t sleep, ‘cause it was about a bazillion degrees in her little dorm, and she’d had to get the Sam Hill outta there. She’d climbed out the window, makin’ well sure to make as much noise as possible to alert the hall monitor good n’ proper. Wasn’t an escape without a good, proper chase scene, and everyone knew it.

After a long chase in which Katrina’d led the hall monitor on a winding spiraling labyrinth through New York City, turning down alleys at carefully calculated intervals until she’d started to get good ‘n tired, at which point she’d vaulted the fence around Central Park and dove into the first hiding place she could find: the Reservoir.

Now, Katrina knew good ‘n well that none were never supposed to swim in this thing, but if there was one thing she knew, it was that Katrina Clark didn’t get caught. Never never ever.

She took a deep breath and sank beneath the water, keeping an eye open for the hall monitor. She did this a few more times until she was sure the dang nab rotten thug was all gone. Then she relaxed.

Katrina flipped onto her back, allowing her blonde hair to splay out behind her as she looked up at the stars. ”Beauteous, ain’t they?” she said out loud to herself. Stars and the moon. She’d always liked to glance at them from her window, back in Tennessee, wonderin’ what sorta things might live up yonder, like the little green aliens she’d read about with the little antennas and suchlike. Always wanted to meet one o’ them aliens, Katrina had.

She began to tread water, thinking she should probably get the Sam Hill outta here soon, but not wanting to. It was all nice and cool in this water, and maybe if she just stayed here a little eensy weensy bit longer, nobody would notice or care. The water lapped against her, and she felt her cares and worries slip away with the ebbing tide.

[EZEKIEL MAYS]

Zeke wasn't the type to sneak out of his dorm in the middle of the night without good reason. Generally, he was a good kid, or a 'well-raised young man' as Fairy Godmother put it when she wasn't calling him 'dearie'. That got so annoying, sometimes....

As he sat in bed, staring at the ceiling, he waited for some verbal scolding from the back of his mind, but it didn't come. Where was FG? She usually popped in at moments like this and interrupted his thought process and mentioned something he had done wrong. Like, thinking about things no 'well-raised young man' should be thinking about. Or, at least, what the reincarnation of the fairy godmother should be thinking about.

It was odd, it being silent in his head for once. He liked it for obvious reasons. But he was also very.... bored. It was Saturday, he should be doing something important with his life. Rebellion was a natural human trait, right? And if FG had anything to say about it, he would mention the fact that Cinderella had to rebel against the evil stepmother in order to go to the ball where she met the prince. Oh, he imagined how silent she would be then. But, even as he thought it, she said nothing. Weird.

Sneaking past the hall monitor with ease (after all, these were the senior dorms and they really didn't care), he made his way outside and to... Central Park. Yes, he loved Central Park. When he could, he liked to sit and look out over the resevoir. It was beautiful, despite it being man made.

All was still silent when he got there. This was starting to worry him a bit. But that didn't matter, because when he looked out over the resevoir, he saw a girl. She looked semi-familiar with the white blonde hair, but she was in the water, after all, and it was hard to tel-

Wait, why was she in the water? You really were not supposed to swim in that thing. God knows what else did.

"Beauteous, ain't they?"

Zeke looked up to the stars. He didn't really see very many, seeing as they were in New York City, but he had to answer somehow. "Yeah, they are." He didn't bother to correct her less-than-perfect grammar, though he wasn't used to it, considering he mostly hung out with Charley and well.

[KATRINA CLARK]

Katrina was getting tired. Seriously. Water was nice, but all this paddlin’ around n’ stuff was getting a ?"little tedious. She flipped onto her stomach, pushing forward through the waves as the water lapped against her face. So nice. So soothing. If only it could always be this way.

Well, and if Wilbur Hicks could be here, ‘cause danged if Katrina ever had as much fun as she did when Wilbur Hicks was around. Wilbur Hicks always helped carry out her genius and wonderful plans. Sometimes, Katrina thought he was the only one in this whole wide world who understood the genius of ‘em. Seriously.

And then she heard the voice. Her head shot up in the water, spraying droplets every which way.

"Yeah, they are."

”Hey! Whozat” Her voice jumped an octave, but she suppressed the fear hurriedly. Katrina Clark wasn’t scared of nothin’, and everyone knew it too! ”Ey! If you’re here to steal my schematics, I’ll fight ya! I’ll fight ya!”

Danged if Katrina knew what schematics were, but she knew that the bad guys in stories were always all up and takin’ the good guy’s schematics. So she’d gotta protect ‘em, whatever they were. She pulled herself through the water towards the shore, squinting through the darkness. Oh. Well, this guy didn’t look evil. This guy looked nice and youngin’ such like, not at all like the pictures of bad guys in the stories she read. And something seemed familiar.

”Ey, don’t you go to my school?” she called from the water. ”What brings ya out to the Reservoir this fine night?”