Hell's Romance

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Where the hell did she go?!" he screamed in my face. The thing was, I didn't know where Amanda went. I told him all I knew. That she ripped free of her bonds, stole a few things, and then hightailed it into the forest. I have no idea what happened after that. But the man wouldn't stop. 

I felt a hand on my face as the man smacked me for the hundredth time and pointed the blinding light closer to my face. I didn't know who this guy was. He was hidden behind the glare of the light. But I knew his voice. I just couldn't put the voice to anybody I knew. 

"Last chance. Where. Is. She?" the man said calmly. 

"Last time I say this 'sir'. I just saw her break her bonds and run out. I ran after her as fast as I could but she is Nephilem, and a teenage Nephilem at that. That combination equals speed and power. So I had just run out of the building when I saw her run into the forest. I couldn't determine which direction she went in because just then, you put a sack over my head. And I know 'you' did that because of your voice. 'Sir'." I explained. Ice dripping off my words. 

I heard the man sigh and I heard a click. The light flashed off and I blinked away the spots dancing in my vision. When I looked at the man again, I saw it was Dr. Geuress's hunter, and husband Marcus. Marcus Geuress is a man you know not to mess with. He is at least 6 foot and is built like an ox. He is tanned and scarred from working on the field in the U.S army. When he retired from the army, he got a job at Gerdwayne Labs as the hunter and has, so far, proven to be faithful. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep, irritated breath. He glanced over at me and shook his head. 

"Go," he said suddenly. "And don't tell anyone about our little 'meeting', or I'll find you and kill you." 

I nodded swiftly and sped walked to the door. I looked at my badge I just got and sighed. 

'Fred Simmons' it said. It's not an intimidating name, but I've been told I'm an intimidating person. Not many people like me, but I'm okay with that. As long as I have money and a gun, I know I can get through any situation.

. . .

I woke to the sound of birds chirping and dogs howling. I wasn't sure if this was a dream or reality. I've been having weird dreams that I was chased and caught so I didn't know. I opened my eyes slowly and took in my surroundings. Same tree, same branch, same old creek. But the mossy earth I was used to climbing down to was being ruined. Three huge Pitbulls, obviously trained to kill, were ripping at the ground in earnest. They all had sleek black coats and big bulky bodies. Their pit-black eyes shone with a wild angry hunger that scared me. They were digging for something not twenty feet away. 'What are they doing? I'm right here.' I thought to myself. I stayed silent and watched as they tore at the soft mossy dirt. 

"Hurry you worthless mutts." muttered a man. I could tell it was a man from the gruff voice, but that's all I could tell. The man was wearing a black hoodie. He stood in the shadows of a large tree and was holding a shiny silver box that reflected the small amount of light leaking through the trees branches and leaves. The hood was pulled loosely over his head, so the shadow of his hood covered his face. The dogs continued to scratch and sniff the mossy ground. Completely ignoring the man standing next to them. 

I continue to watch as the dogs tear at the soil. One of the dogs, the largest, stopped digging and slowly turned toward the tree I was in. I could see hunger, hate, and a strange curiosity in the dogs eyes that I couldn't explain, but made me uneasy. 

It ran at me with incredible speed and agility. Suddenly it stopped, and fell to the ground, covering its ears. I stared at it, watching it whimper and roll over, tail tucked beneath its legs. 

"What are you doing!?" I looked up and saw the mysterious man walk toward the dog. I slunk back into the shadows of the branches and watched the scene unfold. 

"What did you see? Why did you come to THIS tree? Of all trees." The man asked. He looked up at the tree, obviously scanning every inch he could see. As he was looking at the top of the tree, his hood fell to reveal a stunning and familiar face. 

William Herald Geuterez was in my science class at school, and my neighbor. He is my best friend. He has blonde hair that sweeps over his forehead, cute little ears, a chiseled face, a perfect nose, lush lips that I've always dreamed of kissing, and stunningly green eyes that seem to stare deep into a persons soul. He is olive skinned, and tall, around 5'10". He is ripped and very handsome. 

"William?" I whispered. 

He turned around just as I came out of the shadows. 

"William!" I shouted, or I tried to shout. I was weak with hunger, thirst, pain, and sickness. My leg hasn't gotten any better, just worse. My whole calf is black-blue and swollen. I can't feel my foot or put any pressure on my leg whatsoever without feeling like I'm going to pass out from the pain. 

I've gone three days without food or medicine. I've been able to get water from the tree, but it isn't very safe to drink, so I don't really drink it. 

William turned and saw me coming from the shadows. 

"Amelia...?" He asked. That's when I fell out of the tree.