A Silent Killer

Chapter Two: A Fallen Angel

*WARNING: This chapter includes one swear word.*

"James!" I yelled, trying to sit him up, blood was pouring from his left shoulder. "Crap, James."

"It's only a scratch." He gasped.

"I've seen a lot of scratches J. This is not one." I exclaimed.

"I'll be fine, its' only my shoulder."

"A shoulder James. The bullet is too close to your heart for my liking. We need to get you to hospital now." I tried to lift him to walk.

" That's against the laws of this place."

"And? James I am not going to let you die." I told him.

"Love you too." He chuckled.

"Who said anything about Love?" I said taken a back.

"Well I figured with you being unable to say how you feel and all; I'm taking what I can get.... Before I die."

I hit the back of his head.

"Ouch, don't disrespect the dead."

"I'm not. I'm disrespecting you and will continue to if you don't get up now." I said, strongly.

James began to rise as I supported his arm around my shoulder. We began to walk but or path was blocked by the glaring assassin students looking as if they were preparing to fight.

"Get out of our way. I am not in the mood for your stupidity and childish acts now. Go and plait your hair or something." I snapped at them.

"Let them through." A stern male voice said. He sounded familiar but I couldn't place him.

The students parted and faced the voices' source.

I thought it could've have been Antonio but I couldn't have been more wrong.... I wasn't certain at that point as I wasn't too concerned about James' wound that was still pouring out blood all over my hand in which I was attempting to apply pressure to limit his blood loss; but I could've sworn that it was him. That guy from earlier who was pretending he was going to shoot me.... It can't be. Can it?

"This way." He ordered me and James, motioning for us to follow him down the stair case.

We started through the parted students, none of which tried to stop us.... Who was he?

We reached the stairwell after a slow walk, when someone grabbed my arm. I snapped my head around.

"You've gotten lucky this time, Angel. But you aren't going to win this fight." Antonio spat through gritted teeth.

"Maybe. But your mistaken Antonio.... I will win because I'm no angel." I pulled my arm out of his grip and followed the mystery boy down the staircase and out into the street.... The place I now called home.