Shattered ✓ (BxB)

Thirty-One: Katiya

     Once I exit the station, I take off running down the hallway.

The only thought in my mind is, I’ve gotta warn them!

That thought only makes me sprint faster down the hallway.

And once I hit an ‘intersection’ if you’d even want to call it that, a boy, a little older than me, that I know as Oleg Wayanov, cuts in front of me.

Oleg paces toward me, asking, “Where are you going, Katiya?”

“Home,” I say.

Oleg questions, “In such a hurry? Why?” He gets close enough to run his hands though my hair.

I’m clearly uncomfortable with this. But, Oleg doesn’t see that.

Oleg whispers, “The fun could only just now start.”

I push him away.

He staggers.

I say, “I’ve got to go to church.”

Oleg laughs. “We all know that’s a lie. You wouldn’t go at night, Katiya.”

I gulp.

Oleg gets closer. “So, pretty girl, what I need you to do is stop doing what I think you’re going to do, and kiss me. Right on the cheek."

“Okay fine-”

Oleg’s eyes light up. “Really?”

“No!” I hiss. I place my hands on Oleg’s shoulders. Then, I knee him in the crotch.

His eyes only grow wider. He falls over, unconscious.

Then I whisper to Oleg. “Sorry, but it had to be done.”

Then, I run out the back door, following the blood trail.

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I race through the woods as if my life depends on it.

“Come on, Katiya,” I mutter. “Keep going!”

Sector seven shouldn’t be too far off now.

It sort of feels like I’m running out of breath, but I’m not going to stop now.

After all, they do deserve to know.

My hazel eyes aren’t looking at the ground now.

I can smell the blood on the ground—that should be enough.

But, since I’m not looking down, I stumble over a branch.

I land in a sitting position.

My jeans are ripped and my knee is skinned and bleeding.

I wince slightly at the pain and how it stung.

But I know I can’t rest too long.

I stand up, forget about the pain, and begin to run again toward sector seven—which is remarkably close now.

It only takes me about four more minutes to reach sector seven.

I stop as I’m looking for which way to go.

I gaze back to the ground and once again I follow the blood trail.

It leads to a bush but ends there.

I peer in.

Nothing.

I then head towards the house that the bush is right by.

On one of the deck chairs is a splatter of blood.

So, they must be here, my mind thinks.

I take and deep breath and knock on the door.

It takes a bit to get someone to answer it.

The person who answers it is a boy who’s probably about sixteen years old. He’s got purple eyes and dark, droopy, brown hair. I’m able to recognize him. I’ve seen him before. He’s Gabriel Vladimirov. Not only do I know him from my training, but I saw him being ripped away from his family.

Of course I was only one when that happened, but I still remember that day as if it was yesterday.

He glares at me. “What?” But then he sees my outfit and he tries to slam the door.

But, luckily for me, I stick my foot in the door before he fully shuts it.

The pain from the door trying to slam on my foot does hurt.

But, I shake that off just like I did with the skinned knee.

I clear my throat. “Gabriel Vladimirov.”

Gabriel opens the door. He narrows his purple eyes. “How do you know my name?”

I say, “The same way I know all of the peoples’ names here. Obsidian Yakivev. Samantha Yakivev. Anastasia Volkov. Izak al Nimr. Mikah Viktorovsky. Leopold Song. Craig Romanov. Kyle Kozlov. And Jack von Muller.” I lower my voice. “But, I do know you guys are harboring prison sector one escapees—Kartir Keegan, Johanna Schmarten, Oko Martinez, and Laszlo Chang.” I see a boy gazing at us from the bushes. I sigh. “And that’d be Tyler Daa’uud, another escapee.”

Tyler slowly walks out from the bush. He slowly waves to Gabriel. “Uh...hi!”

I gaze around quickly to make sure no one else besides Gabriel, Tyler, and I are near. Then I say to Gabriel, “The task force is going to be coming after you.”

Gabriel asks, “And why would you tell me that?”

I sigh. “I’m just like you guys—that’s why I’m warning you now.”

Gabriel sighs. “Come in.”

Tyler and I head in.

Gabriel shuts the door, locks it and puts a chair in front of the door. He turns to me. “Tell me everything.”