Protecting The Warrior (Book 2 Of The Protecting Series)

Chapter One.

I woke up in my white room again. Again I had no idea where I was or what had happened to me. I could feel scars on my face. My arms were wrapped as well as my legs. I was too afraid to unwrap them. I didn't want to see what was underneath. My room door slid open and in walked the nurse. Or what I assumed was the nurse. "I see your not in pain that's good." I kept my mouth shut not willing to talk to the women . She chuckled and went about her business. "Soon you can look into a mirror. We'll see if your still silent then." A flicker of light caught my attention. It shifted and moved and then flickered out again. Whatever it was it followed the women. I kept watching as it flickered and moved. It became clear and as soon as it flickered out again I was questioning my sanity. As the women got closer to me the light didn't flicker or waver it came completely in focus. It was a man a very big man. He towered over the nurse looking over her shoulder. He noticed me staring and held his finger up to his lips telling me to be quiet. It looked as if he was reading the file. The women looked at me her patronizing smile on her face. "Well since your not in pain I won't give you pain medication. However keep the bandages on and you have no mirrors. So if you come across on don't look in one. Don't want you going insane." She laughed as she walked out. The man glared after her and walked up to me. He shook his head as he took a close look at my face. He began talking but I couldn't hear him. He caught on and threw his hands in the air with frustration. "I'm sorry I wish I could hear you." I whispered out he shrugged. His frustration sizzling out of him. He sat down on the bed next to me. He should have made a huge indentation and made the bed sag. All it looked like was him floating just above it. I stood from my spot and walked toward the door. I had tried finding a way out before with out any luck.
The door was solid metal and only opened when one of the nurse's or doctors came in. The man stood and motioned me to step back from the door. I stepped to the side and watched as he stepped trough the door. I didn't stand there long before he came back. A huge grin on his face. He made a motion for me to hit something. I looked at him feeling extremely congused. Until the door opened up and the women who brought me food walked in. She was older and tended to be nice. I bulked at the idea for all but a minute before I picked up the tray and swung hitting her in the back of the head. She slumped down hitting the tiled floor hard. I dropped the tray and ran from the room. The cold tile out in the hall was a huge contrast from the tile in my room. My feet slapped the ground as I ran twisting and turning down halls. The man was beside me the whole way. I stopped trying to catch my breath. My side was cramping up and a Charlie horse started in my right calf. The man walked through a door up the hall a ways. He poked his head out Then his hand to tell me it was okay. I limped to the door and slipped in. Slidding down to the floor feeling extremely tired and drained. The man looked around us for what I wasn't sure. My eyes drooped down flickering closed. I wanted to sleep so badly. The only thing keeping me from not fully falling was the ghost man trying to help me escape. I jolted at the sound of the sirens going off. I quickly stood panic setting in. I was going to be found and pulled back into my cell. The man stood in front of me getting my attention. He pointed up showing me a vent. I went to the shelf behind him and climbed up to the top,and as quietly as I could I popped the vent open. Cringing when it scraped open. Hoping with everything in me no one heard. I pulled myself up and in moving the grate closed. Once inside the vent darkness engulfed everything. Making it hard to see anything in front of me. I slowly crawled my way through the vents. The sirens still going off and people running up and down the halls. Making my heart jump to my throat each time they ran beneath me. I couldn't see the man but I knew He was there. It was just a feeling I had. I moved along stoping and waiting until someone moved along. I reached a grate that looked to lead into a garage. I opened it and stuck my head through. Looking around what I recognized as a garage. There were two S.U.V's and a motorcycle stored inside. I crawled out and onto a table that sat beneath me. The man apeareared in the black s.u.v. I slipped in and began looking for a key he shook his head and pointed to the dash board. I sat in silence trying to figure out what he wanted me to do. He slamed his hands down but instead of making contact it went through the dash board. Making him it seemed angerier. I looked around once more and spotted keys hung on a nail. Praying it was the keys I needed I got out of the car. I had them in my hands when I felt a hand and someone jerk me back. Ripping my stitches that ran down my arm and causing me to crash into a tool box. I stood shakily and willed my eyes to focaus. Standing in front of me was a a guy. No older them myself or the ghost. I stepped back unsure if I was going to make a run for the car or not. He smiled at me but it didn't reach his eyes. They were cold and empty. "Your taking me with you. The ghost shook his head no ushering me to hurry. The door to the right of me burst open and men in black fatigiues and guns rushed in. "Luca? How did you get out of your cell?" the guy lept and pounced sinking his teeth into the man that just spoke. A scream ripped out of my throat as I watched him tear out and blood splattered everywhere. Someone grabbed me from behind and I kicked and thrashed finally they loosened their grip and I ran for the car. My hand slipped on the handle. The keys were jerked from me and the door opened. I was tossed in and I scrambled over to the passenger side. The ghost got really close to me. Checking my face and arms. He scawld at my ripped stitches. I tried my best at a smile. "Im fine nothing I can't fix on my own." Which I wasn't lying I could heal myself some what. My lessons with my grandmother did teach me something I was good at. The man jerked the wheel causing me to slam into the window. He looked over at me then back at the road we were on. "Talk to yourself often?" I glared over at him forgetting how gory and blood soaked he was. "No." he looked over at me as we careened through a sharp cyrve. Causing me to choke on a scream. "Well they took their work literally with you." I reached up to the mirror to turn it my way. He reached up covering the mirror with hand. "Do you know what they did?" I reached up touching my face. Once again feeling the ridges of scars. "No, but I'm hoping they didn't do what I think they did." he let go of the mirror putting both hands on the wheel. The ghost shook his head no. Not wanting me to look. "I have to look sooner or later. I would much rather do it sooner." the man watched me as did my ghost. I looked into the mirror and froze. My face looked like patch work. Jagged scars ran acrossed it. Piecing together my porclien white skin with a tan skin. My eyes were two diffrent colors neither my original. One was blue the other was such a dark brown it looked black. I felt my breathing quicken and soon I was gasping for air. I clutched at my chest feeling a sudden pain. I didn't notice when the car stopped nor did I notice when he jerked me out of the car. "Breath.." I followed his breathing and soon found myself calming down. A gun shot sounded off and scream tore out from me. "You think they would learn by now that guns don't work on me." I looked down at his chest to see a blooming red spot appear. My hands went imeadeatly went to his wound. Trying to stop the bleeding. "We have to stop the bleeding." He frowned down at me wrapping his fingers over two of my hands. "I heal fast the only thing I need is blood." I watched as the ghost appeared behind him. Then reach out and jerk him back. The man's eyes widdened but a slow wineding smile spread over his face. "I knew you had a little friend. Well by the feel of that pull not so little." I didn't agree or disagree. "Come on best get you back in the car befor they shoot again. It won't be your blood I drink." both blood stained and ragged we climbed back into the car.