Interwined

Chapter 3

I felt my cheeks flush as I paused.

"H-hey guys. I was-er, I was just on my way up he-" I stopped and sighed. I was already caught, no use in making myself look stupid. "Not buying it, right?"

"Nope." Peter spat out coldly. What had I ever done to them?

The muscles in my body tensed as I could feel myself preparing to run for my life. I had to assess the situation and see where exactly I was at on the "you're in deep shit" scale. If I was lucky I was just in the "eh, you've been in worse" part of it. That wasn't my luck, though. I couldn't fight them off, running away was my only choice and even though I knew how to defend myself I also knew I would be quickly overpowered. Their movements were synced as they both took a step toward me. It didn't take me that long to realize that if I was going to run it was going to be now or never.

Adrenaline surged through my body, pumping my limbs with a newer and more enduring life. I took a breath in and jumped off of the balcony, landing painfully on top of a dumpster and rolling to the ground with a huge grunt. I mouthed a curse word and scrambled to my feet. Admittedly this wasn't the smartest thing I had done; I mean that costed me at least a second or two of time that I had to gain distance between me and them.

I rounded a corner, running on the sidewalk of a broken down ghetto. I really wasn't thinking straight if I thought that this way was safer.

What did I do to make them hate me? Was all I could think about. Jazzy had been my friend for six years. We had gone through everything together, hell she was practically my sister. Or, at least I had thought she was. I could still remember the time we stole two six packs from the 7/11 down town. We went to the field and sat on the roof of her car and watched the night sky turn to day while exchanging life stories and laughing at each other. She was my best friend, and now?

It's like I never knew her..

Peter was a more recent friend, I found him beaten up and bloody in the alley outside of my building. I took him in and made sure he healed up. I always thought he was gay, I mean he gave off that vibe. Then again, look at where we are at now. Jazzy and Peter are dating and I'm running away from them.

Thwamp!

Red flashed before my eyes; I wasn't watching where I was going. Pain overtook my senses and for a moment it felt like I was suffocating as I hit the hard asphalt below me. A cars engine hummed loudly in my ears and my vision became cloudy. I could hear the car door open.

"Is she broken?" A muffled voice asked.

"Does it matter?" A deeper, more clear voice answered back. It doesn't take a genius to know who was there. I guess I forgot that jazzy had a car. She must have gone the long way around and while I was too busy dwelling on the past she hit me. Pain shuttered through me as I was grabbed roughly by the arms and dragged to the back of her black beat up Honda Civic. I wanted to fight. I wanted to scream and run, but the strength wasn't coming to me. I could feel all forms of consciousness slipping away from me. I let my head fall to the side, noticing a dark figure hanging around in the shadows of a porch. I couldn't tell most of the features, all I knew was that it was a man and he had eyes the color of embers. They pierced through me, watching my every move. The more I looked at them the more hungry they seemed, they reminded me of a wolves eyes. As the darkness took over I could have sworn I heard a deep growl.

God, you really are losing your mind.

I was thrown into the backseat violently, my head hitting the window. I let out a cry of pain before succumbing to the darkness.