Bound By Starlight

CHAPTER 5:

(His POV)

What just happened? I groaned to myself as I tried to get up, only to realise I was covered in rubble. What was that?

A few noises caught my attention as my ears picked up on a pair of men shining a torch and shifting through all the debris.

Great. Just great.

I stayed in my position, feeling completely drained and exhausted with barely a hint of energy left in me while I waited very impatiently for them to move away so I could run. Patience was never a good strength of mine, some would even classify my impatience a weakness but I knew that I would probably be back in custody if the police found me. The last time I was there I was actually 18. They waited a long long time until I was finally a legal adult to bring me to court.

I froze a while until finally, they were gone. Probably searching the other deformed sites for survivors aka me and Karina. I wiggled my arms around, helping them get used to the action as they were all numb before using my arms to push myself out of the remains and get up. I nearly fell back down just as soon as my legs shook as I tried to stumble unsteadily out of there.

Karina. I just left her there even when I promised her that I would get her out of there.

But the exit was so close, it wouldn't take much to just leave and never look back.

Yet she was still my mission. I was already on the verge of getting kicked out of the company and I couldn't risk that.

At least that's what I told myself when I went around shuffling around dirt as I leafed through the debris again. I spotted a bit of hair on the ground. Dark black hair. Jackpot.

I chucked the ruins anywhere away from her as I studied her face and body. She looked wounded badly with blood streaming down her forehead that wasn't there before and multiple parts of her body were either bruised, scratched and bleeding. Glancing down at my own arms, I came to the conclusion that I probably looked the same. But way worse.

Yet she still somehow managed to look so angelic, so out of place with the rest of the dust and bricks lying on the ground beside her that I almost didn't dare touch her, lest I ruin her whole.

But I do anyway, because who knows what those men would do once they find her weak, defenceless and unconscious.

I grabbed her limp body and carried her out the gaping hole in the receptionist hallway that used to stand ever so proudly there while trying my hardest not to fall and potentially cause injuries that would drain us whole. She stirred around, mumbling incoherent words and fell silent again. Quiet.

Strange.

A bench right there. I never noticed it before but it was placed exactly where we needed it to be. I placed her on the poorly painted bench while I climbed on as well, letting the briskness of the air and the cold steel of the bench relax me. I was immensely thankful that there weren't many people around to witness or judge the scene that we were unfortunately in right now. It was very lucky that I managed to wake up before those people found us. Jail would have been the least of our concerns if they weren't there for official reasons.

Yet... At the same time, they could've been helping out the cop and still have been considered legal.

I don't even know anymore.

My life has never been more messed up than now but I really couldn't do much about it.

At this point my life wasn't even mine anymore.

Much less mine to choose what to do with it.

I reached into my now dirtied and torn back pocket and took out my phone, praying to sweet sweet lord that it still works. My phone. It looked broken with all its huge cracks that were smashed out of the screen and there wasn't a good chance that it would work since it was overheating and burning up in my hands. Yet it did. My heart leaped in my chest as I grinned to myself for a second before grimacing because of the pain I caused by smiling when the screen lit up dimly, slightly wavering but working all the same.