The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Eleven-

I just want to take a moment to thank you for reading my book, I know we've had some rough patches where I didn't know what to write, or worse- you didn't know what you were reading. Here's to the rest of this book, thank you, my beautiful readers!

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Blu's P.O.V:

When I opened my eyes, Macayla was gone. The lights were still on, though, indicating she could walk in at any moment.

So, naturally, I tried to remember how she fought while wiggling to get my arms free.

It didn't take long for me to remember. She fought with two Odin's Eyes, as they were called.

She would have one on each middle finger, and simply swing until she hit you.

We had sparred once, while we were both still with the Badgers. I was allowed to use my knives, and I had won.

I used knives known as kunai knives, originating in Japan, and I gave her a pretty good slash on the cheek, which our medic, Little Andrew, had to patch.

The door opened, and someone I didn't recognize stepped through. The person closed it behind them and turned to face me. Their face was partially covered by a hat pulled down low. Definitely not Macayla then.

"I brought food." I noticed his masculine voice, and saw that he flashed me a smile from under his hat.

"Oh thank fandoms- who sent you? Is it Taco Bell?" I said, genuinely excited for food.

"Well, sorry, it's McDonald's, and Boss got me in to give it to you." He replied, making no move to remove his hat.

"Damn it. Give it to me." I replied, realizing 'Boss' probably meant Macayla.

He handed me a Big Mac, watching as I stared at it, remembering my arms were tied.

"Um. My arms, please." I said, wanting the burger, and also realizing I could escape this way.

He laughed. "You think I'm that stupid? Macayla would castrate me."

I smiled at the thought of the little bitch trying to lay a hand on this well-muscled person. Then I realized he didn't call Macayla the 'boss'. So who's your boss, buddy?

Instead, he unwrapped my Big Mac and held it an inch from my nose.

"Eat up." He smirked under his hat, still hiding his face.

I didn't take a bite, as much as I wanted to. "Who are you?" I said, trying to peek under his hat.

"No one you know. Not anymore at least." He mumbled the last part so I could barely hear him.

I couldn't stand the burger in front me any longer, and quickly took a bite.

I quickly swallowed, choking a bit, then asked, "What do you mean?" Then, as a follow up, I whispered, "Are you gonna get me out?"

He laughed, then whispered, "No. And you used to know me. But I'm sure you hate me now. Considering what I got you in."

I smirked, taking another bite. The burger was almost gone, and somehow I knew this was the only time I could talk to him.

"What did you get me into?" I asked quietly.

He looked surprised that I heard him, but didn't respond, so I reluctantly took the last bite.

To my surprise, he didn't leave right away. He turned, and on the back of his shirt, the word 'MORENO' stood out, making me remember someone by the same last name.

"Jake Moreno." I whispered, "How do I know you?"

He smiled, flashing a lopsided smile that I knew.

"I found you your first fight." He said, "Duh."

My jaw dropped. "Seriously?"

I couldn't believe it. Could he really have got me my first streetfight? That night was hazy, everything was blurry except the sheer thrill of pinning someone and knocking them out.

He nodded, then turned to the door before whispering, "Grey said to get you out. So that's what I'm here for."

"Wait, but Grey is-"

He slammed the door. The lights shut off as soon as he was gone, and I was lulled to sleep. No wonder the burger tasted funny. It was drugged.

Dammit. But... Grey was dead, wasn't he?

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