around watching.
I stepped into the place as I heard Tank screaming, “What the fuck you doing?” from the direction of the woods. I was in before he could stop me.
No one noticed me at first, but once they did, they kept staring. I knew even without the brand, I didn’t look like I belonged. Maybe it was the white dress—I’d left the darker shirt by the bike—or my red hair. No one seemed to have hair like mine. I wasn’t sure what, but something about me seemed to be sticking out to these people. It didn’t matter. I was fine with being different and they could stare all they wanted.
I came up behind the man who still had a firm grip on the struggling girl. He hadn’t noticed me. I grabbed a glass from the table beside me from some guy whose forehead was on his arm. Contents and all, I smashed it over the offender’s head. He slouched over and his arms fell to his sides. I didn’t feel any remorse. I’d given him fair warning he’d crossed the line.
His friend screamed in outrage and even the girl I’d just saved looked pissed. Now that she could get free she was all righteous indignation. “You idiot, you just cost me a job.”
I looked about the place. They all saw me now, including Dax in the corner by the bar.
“I saved you,” I told the waitress.
“You better pay me now!” she screamed.
My unconscious target’s friend grabbed my arm in a death grip. “Oh, she’s going to definitely pay for that.”
I saw Dax heading over from the other side of the bar not bothering to hide his irritation. I straightened and made the most of my diminutive height and said to my accoster calmly, “I’d unhand me, sir, if you knew what was good for you.”
His mouth just gaped open and I figured I needed to bring this down a bit for him to understand. “You want a piece of this? Because I’ll give you a lot more than what you think. You like a little—”
“Don’t do it,” I heard Dax say just as the words “Bloody Death with your afternoon drink?” came out of my mouth.
The man’s hand jerked away from me like I had worms oozing from my skin.
The room went deadly silent and I heard Dax say to someone, presumably Tank or Lucy, “Get the bikes ready.” And then he wrapped an arm around my waist and was carrying me out of the bar just as the place started going crazy. People screamed “Plaguer” and were becoming altogether frantic.
I heard someone scream, “Block the door,” as others yelled, “Kill her.” But whatever their intentions, Dax cruised through the crowd as he held me in front of him like a shield of death and they scrambled out of our way, although I had fists ready and legs primed to kick.
Just as we were leaving, though, I saw a man stand up in the farthest, darkest corner of the place and I thought I caught a wisp of storm-gray haze around him. A Dark Walker? Here? It was so quick it could’ve been just some heavy smoke. It didn’t make sense that one would be here. All the stories I’d heard whispered over the years had said Dark Walkers stuck to the countries. We were out the door too quickly for me to confirm if I’d actually seen one, and on the bikes a minute later.
I was forced to cling to Dax for fear of falling off the bike, and I had a feeling it wasn’t from fear of people chasing us that he was going so fast. We were both riding high on adrenaline. Now that was going to be a good story.
He finally skidded the bike sideways, bringing us to a stop at a violent angle.
He hopped off the bike and I had to jump off myself or I would’ve gone down with it.
Tank and Lucy slowed a bit past us, clearly not looking to do the kamikaze slip and slide stop, hoping your legs made it through intact.
He stormed off a few feet and then turned on me. “What was that?” His finger pointed in the direction we’d come from.
He wasn’t screaming but the little vein in his neck was popping out and he had a new stare going on. I didn’t think he’d actually hurt me,
I stepped into the place as I heard Tank screaming, “What the fuck you doing?” from the direction of the woods. I was in before he could stop me.
No one noticed me at first, but once they did, they kept staring. I knew even without the brand, I didn’t look like I belonged. Maybe it was the white dress—I’d left the darker shirt by the bike—or my red hair. No one seemed to have hair like mine. I wasn’t sure what, but something about me seemed to be sticking out to these people. It didn’t matter. I was fine with being different and they could stare all they wanted.
I came up behind the man who still had a firm grip on the struggling girl. He hadn’t noticed me. I grabbed a glass from the table beside me from some guy whose forehead was on his arm. Contents and all, I smashed it over the offender’s head. He slouched over and his arms fell to his sides. I didn’t feel any remorse. I’d given him fair warning he’d crossed the line.
His friend screamed in outrage and even the girl I’d just saved looked pissed. Now that she could get free she was all righteous indignation. “You idiot, you just cost me a job.”
I looked about the place. They all saw me now, including Dax in the corner by the bar.
“I saved you,” I told the waitress.
“You better pay me now!” she screamed.
My unconscious target’s friend grabbed my arm in a death grip. “Oh, she’s going to definitely pay for that.”
I saw Dax heading over from the other side of the bar not bothering to hide his irritation. I straightened and made the most of my diminutive height and said to my accoster calmly, “I’d unhand me, sir, if you knew what was good for you.”
His mouth just gaped open and I figured I needed to bring this down a bit for him to understand. “You want a piece of this? Because I’ll give you a lot more than what you think. You like a little—”
“Don’t do it,” I heard Dax say just as the words “Bloody Death with your afternoon drink?” came out of my mouth.
The man’s hand jerked away from me like I had worms oozing from my skin.
The room went deadly silent and I heard Dax say to someone, presumably Tank or Lucy, “Get the bikes ready.” And then he wrapped an arm around my waist and was carrying me out of the bar just as the place started going crazy. People screamed “Plaguer” and were becoming altogether frantic.
I heard someone scream, “Block the door,” as others yelled, “Kill her.” But whatever their intentions, Dax cruised through the crowd as he held me in front of him like a shield of death and they scrambled out of our way, although I had fists ready and legs primed to kick.
Just as we were leaving, though, I saw a man stand up in the farthest, darkest corner of the place and I thought I caught a wisp of storm-gray haze around him. A Dark Walker? Here? It was so quick it could’ve been just some heavy smoke. It didn’t make sense that one would be here. All the stories I’d heard whispered over the years had said Dark Walkers stuck to the countries. We were out the door too quickly for me to confirm if I’d actually seen one, and on the bikes a minute later.
I was forced to cling to Dax for fear of falling off the bike, and I had a feeling it wasn’t from fear of people chasing us that he was going so fast. We were both riding high on adrenaline. Now that was going to be a good story.
He finally skidded the bike sideways, bringing us to a stop at a violent angle.
He hopped off the bike and I had to jump off myself or I would’ve gone down with it.
Tank and Lucy slowed a bit past us, clearly not looking to do the kamikaze slip and slide stop, hoping your legs made it through intact.
He stormed off a few feet and then turned on me. “What was that?” His finger pointed in the direction we’d come from.
He wasn’t screaming but the little vein in his neck was popping out and he had a new stare going on. I didn’t think he’d actually hurt me,
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