The Wanderer (Book #2)

Chapter 4

Weeks after that, I kept on stealing money and food. Some days I might get half full of food, some days I would go without any food.

Many people died though during my time on the streets. People who I stole the money from, or gang people.

Every day though, I feared that The Sasori might find me. If he did, I didn't know if I could hold him off again when this time he was fueled by fury and vengeance.

Walking into a restaurant, I sat at a table and ordered what I wanted using the pictures seeing as I couldn't really read Russian. I paid the proper amount then feasted upon my hamburger.

Food for me now, tasted like heaven no matter what it was. Well, except for raw animals. Those don't taste very good. Don't ask me how I know that.

After eating the heavenly hamburger, I walked out of the restaurant with new energy in me. I felt like I was ready to take on the world. That is, until I saw The Sasori on the other side of the street staring at me with those burning white eyes.

Safe to say that put a damper on my day.

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Without saying a word I took off down the road as fast as I could not looking back.

I stopped running when I was in the middle of a bridge that went over a river. Luckily there was a sidewalk or I'd have been smashed to bits by the cars. Gripping the side rails of the bridge I looked over the edge into the blue water taking deep breaths.

"You should know you can't run from me boy." A voice hissed in my ear and my head snapped up to see the gruesome face of The Sasori. His face was inches from mine and his white eyes stared into me like they were lasers.

"How did you find me?" I asked not daring to step away.

He snorted, "How? Well you've been making quite the name for yourself Orphan. Everyone in Moscow knows the name of The Orphan. Even more than they know mine." His voice had a tinge of jealousy and fury.

I smiled weakly, "That's nice." Then I punched him in the face as hard as I could. I wished I hadn't because my knuckles then hurt like a bitch.

He stumbled for a moment then stabilized himself. He chuckled at me and unsheathed a knife from his belt. The blade was wicked looking with serrated blade and gleaming.

I had only one knife and it wasn't half as amazing as his. Halfheartedly I pulled it out and then slashed at his stomach. He moved back in time and brought his knife to my shoulder but I stepped to the side in time.

Hissing, he spun and cut into my calf. I cursed in pain and put a hand over it but blood dripped through my fingers. I glared up at him and threw my dagger with as much force as I could muster. It flew then buried into his chest.

He grunted in surprise and stared at me in shock, "You...."

"My name is the Orphan, and I hereby decommission your service." With that I kicked him to the ground and he laid there most likely dead. I groaned touching my leg then realized it hurt more than a normal knife cut should hurt.

I started feeling weak in my knees and stumbled back to the rail gripping it with white knuckles until a thought occurred to me. He poisoned the blade...

I threw up over the edge then I felt all my body turn weak as I slipped forward over the rail and plummeted into the water of the river.