Landon

"Name please." The guard said, as I looked up and saw his crooked face. "Landon Hart," I respond to his request, flipping the pages of his small note pad. "Go on." He waved his hand for me to go forward, "how does that note pad even stay dry?" I asked, his eyes bored into mine, he didn't say anything but he just stared. That part made me confused. "Go on." He said again, pushing my back this time.

Walking up the stairs, every step I take I can hear the echoes of my footsteps. "Mr. Landon Hart!" A strange voice startled me, I wanted the voice to be Eliza's. But the voice was too deep with a very heavy British accent to be hers. "What a pleasure to meet you." He grinned, "Do we know each other?" I questioned, "Hardly, I've heard so much about you though. Samson Lincoln." He greeted, "Ummm... nice to meet you too." I shook his hand. His hands were very warm, sweating, the size of a small tablet.

"I need to go," I hurried away, from that man. That man is a strange guy. Or is he an amphibian? "Oh! Catch up with you later!" Samson yelled.

If this is where Abraham Lincoln's children went then that's kind of depressing. The party was more like a Ball. The hard marble floors and steps. Most strangely was the fact that the place didn't seem to be full of water. I did see Abra- Samson's head full with drops of water particles. Samson.... strange guy.

My hand meets my head, letting out a loud hard slap. Stop saying that, Landon. This place is driving you crazy and you know it. You know you can't survive here by yourself.

Everyone's gowns and necklaces. Tuxedoes and ties. They look professional, not that I don't. But I just look like a young adult lost in a crowd of old men and women. Well, not very old, maybe 30s or 40s. I turned my head to face one person to another. Until my pupils turned to Alisha.

In her emerald green silk dress, strapping one shoulder, a long slit from the side of her dress, revealing her long legs. "Landon, I'm afraid we cut things off short." Her hands struck me with a cold feeling and a shiver. Finger nails tapping on my shoulders as she wraps her arms around my neck. "I hope I impressed you with my look." She continued to talk.

I was observing. She didn't impress me. Nor did she look beautiful. She looked like herself. Alisha's hair was pulled up in her normal bun, with her deep red lip stick. "Well..... aren't you gonna say something? Something to please me? Because we can start anytime." Her face did all the talking. She didn't need to talk, she was wasting her annoying voice.

Wonder how it is when your vocal cords give up on you because of all the cringe you say. She was looking at me with an expression. A expression that told me to say something, that tried to nudge me, a simple glare did the work for me. "I don't need say anything to explain myself, Alisha. I don't need you, you're just another bitch in my way. So move out" Alisha crosses her arms. "Really? Well, we'll see when you miss me and my body." I laugh, "you might wanna wear your bra next time." She looked down, horrified, as she ran away I looked at the entrance. I was surrounded by piles and groups of people.

"Ms. Elizabella Kwiatkowski!" The announcer yells out. My mouth was hanging open and my eyebrows furrowed. My gaze blurred as I see her walking towards me. I was trying to make her forget about me but that can't happen, right? As I was standing still thinking about what to do next a soft smooth surface comes in contact with my hand. I turn my head to face the person.

Eliza stood still, blushing from surprise. Some baby hairs fell to the side of her ears. A delicate small crown sitting on her head, the silver linings and designs are breathtaking. Just her sensitive innocent face was so beautiful. Though she looks innocent right now. Her hair was styled with a messy bun, while half of her hair was down, more curled then before.

"I-I E-Eliza....." I stuttered, my heart fluttered as my stomach tied a knot. "Y-You..... look..." she started, walking away as I catch her hand in my grip. "Eliza, please." I pleaded, my heart was beating. Banging in my ears. Her hand slipped out of my touch as I lose her in the crowd, I see a glimpse of her running into the dark hallway. I was already tired of this place, this exercise wasn't helping. Though I've put on a few pounds..... pounds of muscle to be exact.

Left, I saw her run left. There she was, standing, pondering, thinking, imagining. She ran away from me once, I won't let her run away again. I'm not gonna lose her, again. "I thought I lost you again. Lost my chance of getting you back." I say, turning around startled she looked at me with a gulp of air.

"Eliza, you can't run away forever." I continued, at this point I was in front of her. Her face was emotionless. "Landon, what are you doing..." she shuttered, all I could think of at this moment was all the pain I caused her. All the horrible weak moments. And I realized that... we were safe on that island. We were safe with food and everything we needed. Yet, we come here. We came here so Zenthilha could play his little game. The game of messing with peoples heads. "I'm sorry." I said, my voice light and soft.

"What are you doing?" She asked, as I step one step closer to her, Eliza hits the wall gentility. I placed my left hand against the wall, blocking her from running away again. Eliza's bright blue eyes locked on mine, her mouth quivered as I tried to study her. Slowly biting her lip. I placed my other hand softly on her cheek, stroking her bottom lip smoothly. Eliza's cheek boil as blood raised up to form a rosy colour. My grip tightened on the wall, I was hungry. I could tell that she was waiting, waiting for something to happen. "If you can't say it, act it." She whispered, the sound of her voice pleased me, in a sense that it made me feel secure. I held her head in the front of my hand, pressing my lips diligently to Eliza's. I couldn't hold it in. I couldn't fight this feeling. This feeling happiness. I devoured her hungrily, my other hand slid up the side of her leg. I was trying to save my breath, letting out small breaths of air every time we pull apart. I shook my head and smiled, looking at the ground. Putting my left hand back on the wall.

"What's going on in your head, Landon?" Eliza asked, the question stung. It stuck to me like a tick. "I don't know." I answered, ironically. "If you don't know, then don't do anything." She walked away quietly without another word. I couldn't read her face, I couldn't understand what she meant.

What was I supposed to do back? How was I supposed to answer? Just like that, she's gone. And I can't find her anywhere in the ballroom.