Chapter 3 Her fear of his being

Chapter 3

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He ran as fast as his legs could bear, swooping past tall trees and dodging thick branches that stuck out to falter his steps..

His sharp ears caught the sound of the moving vehicle speeding up to meet his pace. He touched his shoulder, the one where a bullet had hit but he felt no pain. When he gets settled he will heal it completely. It didn't matter now.

He kept on going as fast as his legs could carry, one things he's positive about is the fact that these people that were after him wouldn't get to him, he knew that but he still couldn't take the risk.. His foot dash against a stone and he tumble, using it to his advantage and getting up. His speed intensifying.

A gunshot reached his ears.. The bullet flew past him..

"Quickly, we have to divide!. You guys, take this way and you, that way!!" She dished the orders like an expert and with his super sense of feeling.. He felt himself In the middle of the gang, none of them having a faltered step.. If he had been a beast then he wouldn't be here, within an eye twinkle he would be faraway, so far that they would hear nothing, not even the echoes of his steps.. But he's a human rights now and partly, he's acting like one.

Still, even at that, he knew they'd never be able to meet up to him. A corny tantrum slipped into his mind- he could mess with them a little. It's been a while since he's had such fun with Kincaid and her team.

The race-he calculated; they've been on it for hours, he didn't know how long but it was mant. The sun was out and he recollected how the cops had seen him but he was relieved that it wasn't in his human form.

He flared up when he heard the heavy footsteps and tyres screeches getting really closer, he had been too far in his thoughts and had given them the chance to get closer, they had used it to their advantage.

As he made to take a turn into the furthest part of the woods.. Sounds of gunshots rang out in the air like an annoying loud music, some of them touching him.

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...Kayla's POV..

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The phone slipped from my hand out of fear.. I pulled away from it and look back at the dead body in my arm who's eyes were now creepingly opened and fixed on me. His breaths came out in heavy pants and I felt it's coldness on my skin. His eyes stayed on me.

I looked down at his wound, his shirt was now soaked in blood and it dripped down to his pant.

"Who are you?" He asked within heavy pants. His voice cold and shriveling.

He's lucky to still be unconscious, probably he has a really powerful guardian angel. I could swear I didn't feel any heartbeat back there and as much as the question still burned my mind, I was relieved this stranger didn't die on me. Heaven knows I didn't sign up for this. I don't even have the slightest idea of how to handle a bullet wound talk more of seven!

"I'm Kay and don't worry, I'll try to get some help for you. You just save your breath" I told him. Stretching with a shaky hand to get a hold of my phone. He slapped it out of my grip as soon as I picked it.

I gave him a questioning look and saw him trying to get off my hold. Unable to, he gave me a questioning look.

"A little help.. Please?" He murmured, his voice constantly cracking. His eyes held so much pain and he was trying frantically to hide it.

I held his trembling body, ignoring the sparks that followed as my hand left his skin and made contact with it again. I'm sure he felt it too because he suddenly shuddered at my touch.

He left me and stood on his own, limping to balance himself on his feet. Without a word, he turned and started walking away..

"Wait.. You need to go to a hospital. I don't think you'll last up to a minute if you keep forcing yourself to move! You're worsening the wounds!" I yelled and he stopped and tilt his head at me.

"I can manage" he said.

"Okay you don't have to act all strong and energetic, you're obviously in so much pain and you really need help" I expanded and I really don't know why I'm being concerned about this stranger. He seems to be a hardheaded person.

He's in extreme pain and yet rejecting help..

Who does that??

"I said I'm fine," he repeated coldly "And I'll show you when we meet again" he said and turned, limping away.

Wait.. Did I just catch a smile on his face and at me or was that a hallucinations?

I turned and picked up my phone from the ground and when I turned back to see how far he had gone, I didn't see him. I strain my neck but he was nowhere in sight.. I tilt my head back and forth repeatedly, but didn't find him.

That was quick.. And strange.

I looked at how messed up my body was, my clothes had blood on them, lots of blood. I shook my head at the mess and walked out of the cemetery after giving a last glance at Tracy's grave.

I walked to my bike, hopped on it and started for home.

Once home, I walked to the bathroom, took my bloodstained clothes off and had a long bath, scrubbing my body over and over again. Getting every spec of his blood off my skin.

'I'll show you when we meet again' his words repeated in my head.

How is he sure we are going to meet again?

I find myself worrying about him..

What if he doesn't survive it?

I hope he's okay though.

I stopped scrubbing and sigh.. Seven bullets isn't something anyone survives just like that, it's rare to find survivors but him.. He sounded so sure. And what actually led to him being shot.

Since he got shot seven times then whoever the shooter was planned to kill him.. But why and who?? And why did he suddenly walk away so fast?..

I shook my head, shaking the thoughts off vigorously.

He's a stranger, I shouldn't feel disturbed about him. He refused my help and acted stubborn, if he dies then well, he kinda deserves it with all that bragging and pride. I scoffed and went back on washing my body.

I pulled into an evening dress and walk to the living room, I glance at the time.. It was past six.

I grab an apple and a cup of milkshake before walking to the living room.. I sit on the couch with a geographic book and began reading while having my light dinner.

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I woke up when I felt something warm and soft rub against my cheek, I tilt my head to see mom and she smiled at me. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before looking properly at her.

"Hi baby" she said, sitting beside me.

"Hi mom. Wasn't expecting you this ear-" my voice trail off when my gaze landed on the wall clock. My gaze snapped at mom and she nodded.

"It's ten-thirty" she said my mind.

Geez.. I've been sit-sleeping for almost four hours.

I glance at the table and realize that the milkshake glass and the apple core has been cleared off.

"Come-on honey, you should go to bed, you have school tomorrow morning" she said. "You will tell me all about your day tomorrow"

I stood up and cladded my feet back into my flops.

She walked me to my room and tucked me in. I noticed she was still dressed in her work clothes. A pair of black pant, a shirt and a denim jacket on it, with black boots.

She raised the duvet up to my neck and planted a deep kiss on my forehead before sitting beside me, obviously waiting for me to fall asleep.

"You should go to bed too, mom. I'm sure you had a pretty long day at work and besides, you have work tomorrow as well" I said and she gave me a placating smile.

"Yes but I don't have work until four, I was given a small break. I want to watch you sleep tonight" she said, taking my palm. I smiled at her and looked away, clasping my palm back at hers. I shut my eyes and seconds later, I was fast asleep.

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I got up the next morning to see mom lying beside me, her body around me while I snuggled under her.

She woke up after I stirred and left to go prepare breakfast while I prepared for school.

With her reaction, I knew something was up with her but I didn't ask. I just got myself ready for school.

I wore a long dark pant and a top that came with a flower shape design substituting as a small sleeve, I put a thick jacket over it and styled my hair, I put my boot on before grabbing my backpack and my phone and walking out.

I got to the living room and had a quick yet silent breakfast with mom and she drove me to school.

"Will you come home today?" I asked her and she nodded. She already parked the car in front of my school gate and we were both off it.

"I'll try" she said and I nodded slowly. At least it's better than getting my hopes high and breaking her promise.

"I love you," she kissed my cheeks "have a great day at school, okay?" She said and I nod again.

If only it can be that easy.

"Bye" I wave at her and she waved back before walking back to the car.

I walked into the school building, passing through the entrance door to the staircase. It was few hours to the normal school resumption time and I was among the few extra early students. The passage way was empty when I got there, so I just head for my locker and as I draw closer to it, I heard someone whisper my name from the upper floor..

I looked up, where the whisper came from and just as I raised my head up, A thick gooey liquid poured over my face.. Getting into my mouth.

Good thing I was able to close my eyes shut and thanks to my huge glasses, the substance couldn't find it's way into it. The liquid smeared over my hair down to my clothes.. Thick and gummy.

And just when I tried opening my eyes another bucket of what I just realized was paint; fell on me..

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