“Remember, this is only temporary, if
I have to keep working with them...”
Sierra muttered, glaring at Ogron and the wizards of the black
circle. “I don't understand, if you dislike us so much, why did you
ask for our help?” Ogron said, smirking. “Don't you dare go funny
on me,” Sierra hissed, turning back around to Catarina, who was in
a coma on the couch. “Bloom, can't you stop him from STARRING OVER
MY SHOULDER?!” she started calmly, then yelling on the last four
words. “Sierra, we can't. After all, you are the one who agreed on
their terms!” said Roxy, a hint of anger in her voice. Sierra
glared at Roxy, then back to Catarina. “Okay... um...” she
paused, her hand overing over Catarina's arm. “Last moment...
recreate... she wants us to recreate a piece of what happened right
before we rescued... her...” said Sierra, slowing as she went
further. “Meaning,” Sierra added, spinning around to the Wizards,
“The gun you used to shoot her!” She was glaring at Ogron by now,
ready to blast him with all the energy she had, except she couldn't
because, after all, they needed their help. She lifted her hands up a
little above her head, dark purple sprinkling down onto some type of
clear shape. It took the form of the black and purple gun Ogron had
used to shoot Catarina, though he hadn't intended to in the first
place.
Sierra's
POV
When
all of the winx, including the other Stars, along with the
Specialists saw this, they all literally fainted. My expression
turned blank when I saw that, and muttered something so softly that
nobody else could hear it. I saw the look on Ogron's face, and his
eyes were focused on me, so I knew what Catarina meant when she said,
“Creepy.” I turned away quickly, and walked over to Catarina,
getting down beside her. Ogron walked over and got in front of me,
starring at me again. Boy, was he creepy. Just to annoy him, I turned
away from him, and looked down at Catarina, who I usually addressed
as Cat. Suddenly, his hand rather flew up to my face, and
surprisingly gently, he pulled it up to look at him. To make him
angry, I closed my eyes. “Just look!” he commanded. Ha! Like I
was gonna do what he asked!
I lifted up my right arm and snapped it down over his arm, which made
him step back. “I want to see if my suspicion is correct!” Ogron
growled, stepping towards my. I made a bright blue ball of energy
appear in my hand, making Ogron step back. The ball faded away, and
I turned back to Cat. I could sense he was getting angry (not to say
he wasn't already), so I stood up and looked at him, dropping the
gun, my arms crossed against my chest. “There, are you happy?” I
said, hissing a little on “there” and “happy.” Unfortunately,
he saw exactly what he wanted to see: my eyes. They were bright
purple, and I nearly screamed, “I'm a neutral, okay?!” I didn't
like giving him the satisfaction of being correct but, I had to. I
walked over to him and, just as I was about to “show him the way”
(meaning, show him my left fist and my right fist), the Stars woke
up. “YOU'RE A NEUTRAL?!” all three other girls screamed. I
groaned, and put my hand up to my face, feeling like ripping every
strand of hair out of my head. I turned around, and was about to walk
outside when the winx and Specialists woke up, and the stars
screaming, “SHE'S A NEUTRAL!” Ogron smirked at me, and said, “A
Neutral, to those who don't know, is a fairy who has powers that can
be used for good or evil.” The Winx all turned to me, looking
horrified. “Don't worry, I'm not going to turn evil,” I muttered
darkly, walking to Ogron. I shoved the gun in his arms, and got next
to him, grabbing his arm, and getting next to his ear, and I
whispered, “You had better not use that gun for anything.” I
could practically feel him smirk, or maybe it was just a sense, and
he whispered back, “You can count on it.” I let go of his arm,
rather forcefully though, and walked towards the door, forcing it
open, then slamming it. I turned, and started walking down the
sidewalk like a robot.
Normal
POV
“This
day is going just FANTASTIC!” thought Sierra angrily, walking down
the sidewalk. A harsh breeze of wind blew past her, making her dark
brown hair fly in front of her. She reached her arms out and pulled
it back. Lightning and thunder crashed so close together that it was
nearly in time, and rain started pour. Her hair started getting
soaked, along with the rest of her. As the rain slid down her arms
and legs, she pulled the skirt on her dress away from her legs,
because it was soaking. She started running, dodging different
strikes of lightning. Despite the fact she was a fairy, she only used
magic if necessary. She looked around, but found no shelter, or any
place she could hide from the lightning. Her apartment was still
three miles away, and she wasn't intending to fly there
in the storm. She kept running, but lightning started striking down
straight at where she was. It was unusually slow. She looked up, fear
in her eyes, but someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back. She
ended up twisting into whoever it was, being in their grasp. She
didn't realize who it was: Ogron. She was panting, and tears fell
from her already wet eyes. Ogron tightened his arms around her, and
because she didn't know it was him, she accepted it. She was
shivering and cold, and scared out of her wits. Ogron held her even
tighter, and, without her seeing, led her somewhere safer. When she
was safe, she turned around, and was EXTREMEMLY surprised to see him.
“W-why did you save me, an-” she stopped mid sentence, her look
of fear turning to anger. “You were following
me?” she asked. Ogron smirked, and said, “What makes you think
I'll tell you?”
She glared at him with that remark, but he disappeared, and went to
the other Wizards.
