Experiment Number 7218

Chapter 8: Talon

Chapter 8: Talon

Brittany's POV:

I run over to the hatch door and take a wooden board, sliding it over the lock so they can't get in. I don't know if I should trust the man or not, and I'm not about to experiment with it.

I double check my shotgun and make sure it's loaded. I back myself against the desk and aim at the hatch, making sure I'm ready just in case something happens.

All I can do now is wait.

A few minutes later, I jump when one of the men tries to open the hatch. I hear muffled voices, then I hear something hit the side of the building.

Suddenly the man who helped me swings himself over the railing of the catwalk outside. I immediately duck into a crouched position. How did he manage to do that? He doesn't even notice me as he slams his elbow into the window, causing the old and feeble glass to shatter.

He carefully climbs through and I stand, aiming at him. He looks up at me and freezes. He's wearing a black leather jacket lined in pepper colored fur just like the night before. The only difference in his compared to mine is his has a hood, which is pulled over his head.

Now that he is closer I can see his features. He's handsome, he has a strong structure and is about six foot, give or take a few inches. Just like every other man, he has stubble on his face and his clothes are dirty.

"Talon! You see anything?" The guy below yells. So, his name is Talon, that's different.

He looks at me for a minute then yells back, "No, I'm going to check for supplies!" That's the first time I've heard him speak.

I still keep my gun aimed at him. He puts his hands up in surrender, then he pulls his hood off of his head. He puts his hands back down and starts to slowly walk closer. I back myself up until I feel the desk hit my lower back, letting me know there is nowhere else to go.

He stops about two feet in front of me, then gives me another one of his signature smiles. And by smile I mean the warm and inviting kind, but it's going to take more than a smile for me to put my gun down.

He looks down at my thigh and his smile falls. He reaches towards my wound but I use the barrel of my gun and nudge his hand away.

His eyes meet mine again and he asks just above a whisper, "What happened?"

I hesitate, but reply, "Crawler."

He doesn't say anything else as he takes the barrel of my gun in his hand and moves it away from him. I hold it to my chest, not daring to put it down. He once again reaches down and ghosts his hand over the wound, but doesn't push down too hard, so it doesn't hurt.

That's when I notice an emblem on his chest, kind of like a black tattoo. That's strange, it kind of looks like a Chinese symbol. It's underneath his left upper arm.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Britt." I reply.

He goes to pull something out of his pocket, causing me to become paranoid again. He pulls out a small brown bag that is tied closed with a piece of string.

"Add some water and put it on your wound." He takes my hand in his and puts it in my hand.

"Talon! We need to get moving, now!" The man screams. We both look out the window and see rain coming through the forest about ten miles away.

"Don't go outside." He warns and runs off, jumping through the window and onto the catwalk.

"Thank you." I tell him as he slings his legs over the railing. He looks back and smiles, as usual, then climbs down.