The Outsider

My Protecter

My eyes opened a little bit only to be closed again from the bright light above my head and with a hiss coming from me.

I groaned as I tried to sit up but the pain in my stomach hurt to much.

"Easy, you need to stay still." A guys voice told me and I felt a hand on my shoulder gently pushing me back down.

The voice sounded familiar,

'Aiden!'

Was the word that rang through my head when I was shot.

My eyes snapped open and the first thing I saw was those neon green eyes.

"D-Dark Knight...?" Where the words that came from me.

The guy chuckled, "Guess I'm known from other vigilantes."

His voice was like a surfers mixed with a accent, wasn't sure what kind though...

I didn't look away from his eyes, they were mesmerizing, like I was in a trance when I looked at them.

He was the first to look away, "Your bullet wound is healing quickly."

"Where am I?" I asked, and sat up slowly.

"My place." Was all he said.

I got a first good look at him, he was about four inches taller than me, neon green eyes, black shaggy hair, and he had a long sleeve gray shirt with a black t-shirt over it, and a pair of ripped jeans with gray tennies.

I was able to prop myself up with my elbows, I looked around and it was kinda like my place, old, abandoned, and not much to it.

I know it's a old abandoned place for sure. I was on some sort of lab table looking thing with one of those big flat lights above my head, a computer, wheel chair, computer desk, and some containers with different color liquids...

I looked to my right where there was a table next to me with a glass of water, my mask, and... My tang top!!!

I looked at myself and sure enough, I didn't have a tang top on, but from my waist up to above my girls was wrapped up, with a white wrap and there was a blood stain on my right side in where my ribs are, so it was like I was wearing a ugly strapless shirt...

So, does that mean he saw... God no...

"Hey, what's the meaning of this!?" I asked an held up my tang top so he knew what I meant.

He looked at my shirt and back at me, he chuckled again, "Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

"Why is that hard to believe...?" I mumbled.

He did a light chuckle that made my stomach do flips, in a good way, and walked to the door leading out of the room, "I'll be right back." He said before he disappeared through the doorway.

Dude, I don't even know his name yet! Man this is weird, and wait, how did he know my name? Is this guy stalking me or something?

"God my head hurts..." I said out loud to myself, it did, I was getting a headache from all of this.

I pushed myself up so I would be sitting up straight, even though it hurt my stomach a little, I didn't care.

I managed to sit up straight and swing my legs over the edge of the table.

I felt dizzy and weak, but it might be from blood loss, but then I don't know how much blood I even lost.

I felt uncomfortable here, I didn't know where I was exactly, and I had no shirt on, just a wrap. And I don't even know the guy that saved me, not even a name.