Running for my life. I fear it everyday of my life. In a sense, the situation sounds quite irritating. I work so hard to preserve my life, and I just might lose it because I'm being chased? Truly dreadful.
But that's what I was doing. I was running. I couldn't remember what it was from until I looked back, which was a mistake. The Protectors. They found me, finally, after all these years....
I deserved any kind of sentence they could be planning, their thoughts about me becoming more and more unpleasant as they sprinted towards me. It's not like I care. Can't they see I can't be happy with a lover?
My thoughts unknowingly made me slow down, a fatal flaw in my escape plan. They caught up fast. Too fast. My hands were pinned, along with my legs and torso. All that filled my vision was the blinding white of their uniform and helmets. I cherished that last sight for what little time I had, for surely I would be executed for my crimes.
To my surprise, they didn't arrest me or kill me. I struggled as I was held in place on the ground, and while another Protector came to examin me.
"Look at you," he spat through his helmet. "You're not even going to apologize?"
I simply laughed at his statement. "Apologize? To you? Please, you guys make my never ending mental state a living hell."
"We could've made it great," he replied in a softer, sweeter voice, almost recognizable.
My confused look must've said it all, for he nodded toward the Protector on my left end to answer me. The lefty nodded back,accepting the order from the obviously authoritive enforcer.
My whole perspective of the situation changed in the moment he removed his helmet. He had soft, curly brown hair and sunkissed skin, he would've been perfect if I hadn't seen the gorgeous form before. I recognized him at once. My first kill.
I gasped as the nightmare didn't stop; the Protector beside of him took off his as well, my second kill. So on, one by one, the faces I prayed I'd never see again right before me. Two, three, four... And the fifth was in the middle.
Jonathan....
"You rejected all of us, Ayla." Jonathan said in his perfectly smooth voice. "Now, which one will it be?"
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Ageless
RomanceA/U Everyone grows to be 18, then doesn't age until they find their soul mate so they can grow old together. A gracious gift from God, right? But love isn't the priority for Ayla Goodman. The secret to immortality is in her best interest, and she do...