Running From Truth

Numero Once~ Benrouble

"Race you to the lights!" Azar shouts looking behind to Xavier. He notices me and looks at Alex, he understands and nods.

"Good luck Bub." Azar winks to me.

"Thanks. Go on, go win your race!" I say as Xavier jumps on Azar's shoulders.

"Beat ya!" He shouts and sprints Azar closely after them.

"Big kids." I say looking towards Alex, he chuckles.

"That's true."

"What's wrong? Usually you'd be running with them." I say putting my arm around his waist, he slings an arm around my shoulder. He flinches in pain.

"Alex! What's wrong?" I say urgently, I remove my arm from his waist and spit a red liquid substance smeared on my jacket.

"Alex..." I say worryingly.

"I'm fine. Just leave me alone please." He pleads looking into my eyes. I want to do as I ask, but not knowing where, how and who did this to him. For all I know he could be dying.

"You know, I really wish I could leave you alone." I say looking up to his face.

"But I just can't." I say. I close my eyes and squeeze my hands right into clenched fists.
His thoughts are mine, I can see all his memories. Some memories of Narla and him that I didn't need to see.

A blade comes to my attention it belongs to someone who has the face of an angel but the personality of the devil. But I don't know what they look like, that's all I can get, that they have a face like an angel but the personality of the devil.

"Who did it?" I ask him.

"Someone, he was glowing red he had a blade and said don't tell unless they know." Alex says rubbing his arm. I nod.

"Did he say a name?" I ask him.

"No, he said he'll see you in your dreams. He said your name Myra, he's after you." Alex bites down on his lips and his hands begin to shake. I grab his cold hand around my warm hand.

"Clam down Alex calm down, I can handle him." I wink.

"But," he begins.

"Shush. Look, you're the one who was stabbed and is the one needing attention. Me being safe isn't even an option, it'll never happen and never has. You bring safe and not having a bounty on your head is my and everyones priority."

"Bloody hell! That hurt like hell on a stick!" Someone shouts a couple of metres in front of me. I freeze and feel Alex tense up behind me.

"Who was that?" He says, his voice barely above a whisper. Total cliché horror movie beginning.

"I think it's Albert Einstein. How in the world am I bloody meant to know?" I whisper shout.

"Really?" Alex says innocently. I shake my head.

"Blonde." I whisper to myself.

"Am not."

"Whatever you think little guy." I reach up to pat his head. He chuckles.

The shadow of the person is still a few feet in front of us. The tall and sturdy build, giving a clue that the shadow is a male. It's hunched over.

"It's Xavier, the nutter." I say loudly.

The shadow turns around, definitely not Xavier.

"Nope, that's not Xavier." Alex whispers into my ear.

"I can see that."

"Who is it?" He asks me, not this again.

"My names Steve." He lengthens the first 'e' and waves. Alex waves back.

"Hey Steve! I'm -" I cut him off with a slap to the mouth.

"Fred, he's Fred and I'm Ginger." I smile. Steve shakes his head.

"Hey Myra." Steve smiles.

"James, you're meant to be dead." My world freezes as I take in his face. Spiky blonde hair, ice blue eyes that have dark black streaks spiking from the middle to the edge of his eye, stubble along the bottom of his face and small scars running along his face.

"Looks can be misconceiving." He smiles, his smile is so freaky, it's like when a new super hero or villain is introduced and they have that sly smile.

Dear God,
Please let this be a good person, not a bad person.
Sincerely Myra.

"Wait, what?" Alex asks. I shake my head.

"Honestly, I'm as confused as you."

"No one ever told you of his twin?" He asks me. I shake my head, it's obviously a game. It's him, just different.

"Shut up, James. I know who you are, you were my partner and I watched you die. I'm pretty sure I'd know you when I see you." I say death staring him.

"You were shot on a mission, I watched you fall and die. I attended your funeral, I spoke at your funeral. I met your family and grieved with them. I hated myself for a period after your death. So shut up, don't make me feel even more upset then I already am and just tell us why you're here."

"Geez, I definitely am not James. I promise," he pauses and looks at me, "I am his twin brother, but not for long."

"Not for long?" Alex asks him.

"I'm being hunted, doomed to die. I remember you, Myra. But no one ever remembers me." He smiles slyly.

"What do you want?" I ask him.

"Nothing." Then he vanished into thin air.

"Where in my anus did he go?" Alex says walking and searching in the bushes.

"In my anus?" I ask aloud.

"I don't know." He shrugs.

"Oi! Where have you guys been! We're on the bloody run for god knows what and you two are acting all loved up and walking as if you're trying to compare yourselves to the speed of a tortoise!" Ben yells at us as soon as we catch up to everyone.

I put my hands up in mercy, astonished that he would do this.

"Excuse me! But I was comforting someone! We saw someone and had an important conversation! We got here when we could! So do not, EVER speak to me like that! You are not my dad and never will you replace him!" I rip sheds off of his body with my words. I can tell.

"Myra-"

"Please don't talk to me like that ever again." I say.

"Myra I-" he says not doing what he needs to do.

"Please don't talk to me like that. Ever again." My words spitting like venom.

"I won't." He says. His eyes blazing with fury.

Maybe he is.