"He's gone. He's gone. He's gone." I watch her body rock across back and forth. I huddle myself in a ball and shake. She continues to rock, oblivious to the commotion of noise that is becoming louder and louder. I want to ignore the noise and just go back to being half a vegetable.
I'm afraid that if I tap her she might explode and shout. But by the noise... we need to be quiet or else trouble will break out and I can't protect me and her, in the condition I'm in. I'm as useless as Po in the beginning of 'Kung Fu Panda' and I'm not really up to fighting off 5 potential killers.
"Max." I call out gently to her. She still rocks muttering the same words. 'He's gone.'
"Shut up you dumbass! It's your fault we got caught! Anyways if we wanna get in there we have to do something." A deep and angry voice yelled and then quietness.
I have to get Max and I out of here. I crawl over to her balled up body and gently pat her back.
"Max, snap out of it. We have to get out of here." I say urgently.
"Maximum Claire Geeves get up off your butt and try to walk." I yell/whisper.
"Sorry." She says as if waking up,
"just worried I guess."
"I know, but remember I've lost all of my family. I promise that no matter what I'll try to get us back with them. Remember we'll always find each other." I say gently lifting her up as I'm talking. She stands and she must've only just heard the voices.
"Sugar honey ice tea." She whispers.
'Don't talk, just walk.' I speak telepathically. She nods and sniffles.
"Dude! What are we gonna do? No ones around here!" A different male voice says louder than the others. My blood turns to ice and I notice that there's no where to go.
"Shit." I mutter under my breath. They're so close. I focus on they're voices. I have no idea of this will work, but... you only live once I guess.
Slow down you breathing.
Focus.
Close your eyes.
Touch the wall.
It's as if it's the procedure on how to actually do this thing works.
Suddenly my eyes are moving... Except my eyes aren't, my presence is.
I spot what I'm looking for.
They're 1 minute walking distance away from us.
Tall and drug addicted.
I have enough time to look around and find a spot to hide, I hope.
Found it.
"Max, can you run?" I ask her. She nods.
"What are you? Sherlock Homes?"
"Ha ha ha very funny," I roll my eyes, "just follow me." I say before facing straight forward and sprinting. There's ramps around here somewhere. I find them and leap onto the top one, supporting my body by grabbing the bottom bar. Not the best hiding spot, but it looks cool and hopefully those guys are too intoxicated to see anything.
"What are you doing? By the way nice ninja moves " Max shouts to me.
"I'm hanging in our hiding spot and thank you."
I laugh.
"I think we should be quiet, and what type of hiding spot is this?" She asks as she leaps onto the top railing and hanging there. I look behind me, it was a good jump. We're probably 5 metres of the ground.
Now let's just hope they don't go down this way. They're voices have stopped, that's a good thing.
"You see the hands?" I quiet whisper comes from a few metres in front of me. My eyes bulge out of they're sockets. My muscles stop working and It's as if they've jumped out of my body and left me struggling to support my body weight.
"Psst... um Myra... they've seen us."
"Just stay still captain obvious." I whisper. She bites her lips and nods.
"I think I hear voices." A creepy voice says and I hear footsteps going down the ramp.
"When I say let go, you'll know what to do right?" I ask her. She simply nods. The guys begin walking down each step nearing us closer to a might happen death.
Let's hope this works.
Do you know how you have the most awful ideas? Like running a motorbike into the tree to see what it's like? One of those ideas?
Well that's what's happening in my mind right now and God almighty I hope this works, because if it does I'll be possible amazing. Not me as in amazing, as in what I'm capable of doing.
"Looks like we've found ourselves a pretty little crime." A flirting and mischievous hint to his words. I gulp, what's amazing is Max's reaction. She giggles.
'Some things may happen, but some may not.'
The same voice as before the voice echoes through my head. Shivers erupt and my hand loosens and I feel two hands place themselves firmly on my butt. I scream as the hands pull me down.
"Let go!" I shout.
"Oi! Get off of her you pricks! She's mine!" Someone yells and tackles one thin and lanky person from behind. 3 men left to fight.
"I'd like to hit you, but that be animal abuse." I say to the guy who had their hands on my butt.
"Wh-" I cut him off with a blow straight to the nose, a crunch-like nose, blood immediately starts to flow through his nose.
"I thought you said you wouldn't hit me!"
"I lied!" I say and kick him in the gut, he collapses to the floor.
"Nice." My 'rescuer' admits.
"Watch out." I say as another short but burly bloke comes up behind the man and throws his fist back but my hand connects with his face before any damage is caused. I thrust my hand backwards behind me, willing with all my might to pull the water over to me. I freeze and concentrate.
"What the fu-" Water erupts on the guys who were speaking. Tons of water falls on top of their heads, enough to knock them out of consciousness. It works.
I freeze. Look around. What happened?
"Well they just owned by a guy that no jack about fighting and by a girl."
"Azar?"
"Yes, my damsel in distress." He smiles and winks.
That's my Azar.
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Running From Truth
Teen FictionMy life reason then was to protect the ones that I love. It still is, it's my mission the mission that I may die on. But I don't care, who would? Dying protecting those who you love seems like a majestic and honourable way to die. It is. That's wha...
