Alone 2

Chapter 23: Air

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Chandler's P.O.V

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As soon as Wagner was out of my sight; I was completely alone. The silence of the bus surrounding me like water. Fast and all around me. I was like a like of leaves, one blow and I would be torn apart. I was crazy. I was fucking crazy. I need love to balance me.

My sides were aching and I had scratches across my face that would leave large scars. I already had several on my chest and one across my back that went from my shoulder down to my hip. No one knew about those. No one ever would.

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3 Months Ago
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Sweat poured from my face, the sun up high and my shirt sticking to my wet body. I knew I was going to die from dehydration. I couldn't go on much longer. I was like a pile of leaves; One blow and I would be spread to pieces. My body couldn't handle much more of this. Horrible.. Horrible heat. But I know winter would would be approaching quickly.

My knees became weak as I tried to use my hands to try and catch me when I fell, only to her my wrists. Not being strong enough to support my own body weight.

My stomach was eating me from the inside out.

My throat was so dry, I was scared any harsh movement would cause it crack.

My head, pounding. A migraine stomp ping around in my head.

My heart. Slow and quiet, but I could feel it pounding against my ribcage.

My hearts burned from the salty years and sweat surrounding them. Pavement below my body only burned my skin through my clothes. My stomach and face pressing firm against the ground, I felt like I was melting into the ground.

I can't breathe.

It's to hard and I can't see straight, but I have to get up.

What's that noise?

The sound of feet slowly - Slowly shuffling forward and becoming louder. It felt like I was in a movie, everything in slow motion as I lifted my head reluctantly and turned it the other way. A figure, blood drooling from it's lips, dribbling down it's chin and staining the concrete as it dropped down.

"G-Get.. A...way.." I had to pant between letters in the same word. The figure so pale, it's skin looked rotten like an old apple that'd been left in the sun for a few weeks. All dried. I pressed my hands against the ground quickly, only to let out a scream and fall back against the ground, my vision blurring fast.

A concussion.

My throat, skin, head, eyes, they all burned.

Everything left my eye sight. Black. Darkness. Nothingness.

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My eyes open and I can't breath.

What's this..

I can't breath at all, and my hollers are muffled. I try and breath; Only to start suffocating myself even more.

Water. It's water.

My hands are tied firmly behind my back as my heart drops it's rate. It's so cold.

A tug on my hair beings me to realization quickly, myself now able to breathe. I can hear better too.

"The fucker's awake, eh?" A deep, loud voice.

"Yes, sir." Another voice, not deep though, high pitched actually. Female.

"Alright, being him here." A hand grabs at my bicep, roughly, the other still pulling furiously at my hair.

"Hey, fuck that hurts!" I groaned as I was shoved to the ground, onto My knees.

"Who is this guy anyway?" The female voice sneers.

"A new friend." I look up slowly, my eyes inspecting this man. Black hair passing just over his brown eyes. He was very very lean, taller than me, at least 6'1. His arms were crossed and his eyes were looking down at me, piercing my eyes to look into my soul.

His clothing consisted of a blue and black tattered flannel with no undershirt, able to see the skin of his chest. His pants blue jeans with holes at the knees of them. And black tennis shoes. He looked normal, not very buff. My eyes glance over at the female.

"A friend? We just saved his ass... He owes us." The female said, a mask covering her face.

The man snarled quickly.

"And he can pay us by helping us." I felt like the female rolled her eyes. "Sorry about her - I'm Luke." He said and looked to the female. "That's Lucy... My sister." He said, and seemed ashamed.

"What the hell am I supposed to help you with?" I spat, raising an eyebrow. A small smirk tugged at Luke's lips as he bent slowly and let a sigh leave his lips. He was now nearly eye level with me, but he was 4 inches taller.

"Well.. Chandler..." He knows my name. "We have a helicopter."

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Present Time
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My head lifted up from looking at my knees. I had made my way to sit up in the seat I was in. A sigh left past my lips as I shook my head. My hands were in fists as I pulled myself up from my sitting position into a stand.

"Fuck.." I whispered, my back hurting like hell as I was in the middle of the aisle, slowly, but surely making my way to the door of the bus. I pressed my against against my chest to try and help calm my heart beat.

A small noise of feet shuffling around, I look out omen of the windows, letting out a sigh of relief to see it's one of the guys that was on the bus before. The sun had already start to set, it was nearly dark. I scratched at my head as a loud noise started filling my ears. I looked out the window again, seeing the man outside looking up at the sky.

I slowly trudged forward, my feet dragging across the ground, but I wanted to see what was happening. Maybe a tree was falling, or there were a whole bunch of birds. I reached the door of the bus and rubbed my nose, blood covering my hand as I did. I tilted my head slightly as I nearly fell to the ground trying to walk down the few stairs to get to the ground. I steadied myself against bus and my lips parted in amazement.

"Hoooooooly shit." I said loudly and looked to the ground. I glanced to the man who was waiting just outside the bus.

"Is that.." I cut off the man's words.

"That my sir, is a fucking helicopter." I used the side of the bus to help me along to stand next to the man. "And lucky for us, I know the man in there." A laugh erupted in my throat as I rubbed the back of my neck.

A vivacious and loud screeching noise came from the helicopter.

"Anyone down there?" Came from the helicopter - The screeching noise a megaphone.

I started waving my arms in the air quickly.

"LUKE. GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"