Chimaera

Holy smokes, hes hot

A/N. Chapter has been edited since the last update. 

Chapter three

I stare at the door, wondering if I should open it. The man I was told to trust is standing right behind that door. Everything will change. What if I have to leave again? To run and leave sweet little Savannah behind. Taking in a deep breathe, I open the door slowly. Ethan stood there, proud and tall. He wore his black trench coat, black jeans and a dark tank top.

"Hi." I said unsurely, wondering if I made the right decision.

"Hey." He said, a look of shock coating his face before it disappears.

"Ethan?"

"Hey, Ebony."

I smile slightly, taking in what he looks like. His 6'1'' form, which is lean and muscled but not so much. The black, wavy hair that's brushed back. Unnatural sapphire blue eyes that penetrate me, reading me. A sudden ping of recognition flashes through me. Ethan. The man that escaped with me.

Realizing my manners, I say, "Come on in, Ethan." He grins and walks in, allowing me to shut the door and lock it behind him.

I lead him into the living room, I see his eyes scan everything, like committing it to memory. I finger the button thing, running my thumb over it casually as I stand next to the white couch. He stares at me, shifting like he's nervous. I inhale deeply and a different smell I've never smelt before fills my nostrils. What is that? It smells like heated chocolate.

Coughing again, "Please take a seat. Want anything to drink, eat?" Where did these manners come from? Harley must be rubbing off on me.

"No thank you, I'm good." He takes a seat stiffly on the edge of the couch.

I stand there awkwardly not sure what to do. Should I sit down, should I continue to stand and act like a idiot? Wow he's hot. Shut up, Ebony. He coughs and I realize I've been staring at him for while.

"Um..." I say intelligently.

He cracks a smile.

"Why are you looking for me?" I eventually ask as we both stare at each other.

"No reason. Maybe because Harley told me to watch you, and you immediately ran off."

"You know about Harley?"

"We were there together."

"Oh right." Laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck, memory's of my escape rushing back, again.

"Mhm..."

"So... uh... why are you here again?"

"Because, if Harley told me to watch you and you're missing, then I'm not really watching you, am I? On top of that, you're not safe anywhere but at my base anyway." He sighs.

"But wouldn't you recognize Harley at the door? And I'm pretty safe here." I huff, finally sitting now that I know why he's looking for me.

"I did. I figured that she didn't want her little girl to know that mommy was working with scumbags that bring dead children back to life and force-feed DNA to sex-slaves who are tortured on top of that." I see his eyes flicker up like he's seeing something, and that's when I realize that was what Harley was hiding.

"I took her up to her room, to stay away. Precautions. Though I don't understand why she pretended she didn't know you." Annoyed, I glare at the wall.

"Harley, come out. I know you're listening." Ethan says louder then before.

Savannah comes storming down the stairs, Harley close on her heels trying to stop her, Savannah comes to a halt next to my leg.

"Alright. Here's the deal," He says, looking at all three of us. "You three can come to my base, because it's safer. If I was able to track Ebony down, then so can the not-so-friendly cybers. And the other chimaera's, which is equally bad because she's a traitor. Plus, you're on their map, Harley. And Pigtails ov-" Savannah runs up to Ethan and starts blabbering about how cute his eyes look, interrupting him mid sentence.

"Yeah, yeah. Zip it, kid. Anyway. As I was saying-"

"My names Savannah. What's yours?" Savannah sticks her hand out, interrupting him once again.

"Ethan." He says through clenched teeth, shaking her hand before easily lifting her and tossing her lightly to the couch. "She's on the radar because Hooker-Boots over here," he indicates me. "Helped her last November. So I think we should leave here-"

"But this is home, Ethan." Savannah whines, sitting up on the couch.

"I get that. But home isn't-"

"Hooooooooooome." She drawls at the word.

Finally, he snaps, his patience worn incredibly thin. "Can it, kid! I have duct tape!"

Savannah wilts, then starts bawling her eyes out shouting how he's not being nice.

"Ethan." Harley chastises him. "Say you are sorry."

"Sorry. Now. Shut it. Please."

Harley rubs Savannah's back soothingly, reducing her to hiccups. I watch the interaction, slowly taking in what just happened.

"Point is, we need to leave here, now."

My ears prick at the sound of cars screeching to a halt in front of the house, footsteps running up to the door. I stand, Ethan following. The doors burst open before anyone can say a word and about a dozen people with white coats and armor file in, guns drawn.

"The scientist." I snarl loudly. 

A/N  Hi everyone.  So I see I have zero views.... clearly I did something wrong. Maybe my other stories suck (a lot. I know they do).  But please. Give this one a chance. I have edited every chapter. They may not be long, but that's okay. But its not about how long it is. Its about how it packs a punch. Which it has neither. But please....  Please... story... chance... Don't blame it for its brothers.  Please. It cries because it does. Please.