The snow was blowing wildly around Stella; her frostbite feet trudging through the snow. She looked ahead at her tall, shadowy guide Zeke. With his hands tucked into his pockets, Zeke was wearing nothing more than skinny jeans and a tee shirt in this -30 degree weather.
'How is he not frozen by now?' Stella though quietly to herself.
How long has they been walking? A day? A week? At this point she had no idea (which was probably due to the fact that her brain was half shut down from being deprived of food, sleep, and just rest in general). Zeke twisted around, looking her up and down quickly. He must've realized how famished she was, because he hurriedly threw his backpack into the slush, dumping out the remaining contents. A blanket, pajamas, two granola bars, and an empty water bottle. Stella plopped herself down in a spot that had been only lightly dusted by the snow, letting out a big sigh. Zeke plucked one of the "sweet n' salty" granola bars off the ground, and tossed it into her lap gently.
"Eat up... we're close now." Zeke said, glancing around nervously. Stella's fingers were so stiff that they could barley grip around the package; she let out a quick groan of defeat as she pressed the package against her lips. Zeke trotted over, stripping the granola bar of its suit. He glared at her, swiftly pushing the bar into her mouth, proceeding to pick her up in his arms.
"What are you doing!" Stella screamed, spitting out the bar, proceeding to thrash herself around in his arms as he tightened his grip.
"Let. Me. Go!" She shrieked, flailing her limbs widely.
"Calm the fuck down or else they'll hear you!" The brown haired boy whispered angrily, his dark eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
"W-who will hear me?" She asked, her voice low and worried; quickly regretting making such a big fuss.
"That dosent matter anymore; just be quiet and cooperate for once." The pale boy exclaimed, holding her tight to his chest.
"Shit!" He began sprinting fast, not once glancing behind him. Stella managed to readjust herself, trying to observe the snow-covered forest over his shoulder. He pushed her head into his chest, preventing her from looking. Zeke's breathing becoming heavy, as he slowed down. Up ahead, a small village came into view, slightly run down and a bit sketchy looking. As they approached the town, Stella realized that it was even worse up close, no houses; just buildings. One building that appeared to be a garden store was labeled "Moe's Hoes". Stella could barley contain her laughter, even at this very inappropriate time. Upon entering the streets Stella noticed even more stores, seemingly all named after the same guy. Moe. One of the more peculiar parts was the fact that all the store signs had the Mandarin spelling underneath. 'Maybe this is sort of like a Chinatown type deal?' The blue-eyed girl assumed. The pair began heading directly towards a moss-covered motel, yet again named "Moe's Motel". 'Not surprising.' Stella thought. To the right of the pair was a small group of men, all huddled tight together forming some sort of circle and sharing blunts. Zeke walked ahead of her, holding the door open for Stella. Upon entering she realized that it was even worse from the inside; the office was piled with dust and fast food containers. The two meandered slowly up to the front, glancing over the desk. Only to find a plump, snoring Chinese man, who appeared to be in his late forties taking a nap in his rolling chair. Zeke tapped the man on his shoulder lightly, only earning a small grunt. With a shrug, Zeke slapped the man's arm, causing him to jolt awake.
"Welcome to Moe's Motel, how can I help you on this wonderful evening?" The man, assumed to be Moe, said. After a few seconds of the man scanning Zeke over, he stood up on his tippy toes, whispering something into the Brunet boy's ear. They both nodded their heads at eachother, nodded their heads at eachother, then turned to look at Stella.
"Good job, boy." Moe said in a hushed tone, Zeke grabbed the petite female roughly by the wrist, dragging her out the door and into a motel room. The walls were a dark gray, and the white carpet had been stained yellow. But Stella didn't really mind at this point, she trusted Zeke with her life. Zeke motioned for her to sit in a beige chair, placed next to one of the double beds. The brown-eyed boy then turned into the small kitchen, disappearing behind the door. She sat down, putting her feet up. But soon after decided to get comfy in her pajamas. Stella then peeled herself out of her wet clothes and into the pj's, warming herself up. Zeke reappeared in the room with a glass of some milky-white liquid, holding it out for her to drink. She squinted her eyes.
"Milk?" She asked, wondering where it came from. He looked at her with pity, then slowly nodded yes. She trusted his word, and took the drink, chugging it down. The "milk" tasted familiar to her... where did she remember it from...
Stella awoke in a cold, dark room; her eyes could barley make out the walls aligned with metal weapons and armor. She tried to sit up, almost instinctively; but then realized that her arms and legs had been strapped down. The lights flickered on, revealing a short, small man looking over her. A voice called out-
"Sorry we have to do this, Stella darling. But how else would we rebuild heaven without the sacrifice of a virgin." The voice, she recognized, was Zeke.
Authors Note: Thanks for reading! I'm working on Part 2, please vote, comment, and add to your reading list!:3
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ParanormalStella and Zeke have been friends for as long as Stella can remember. But that dosent mean that she knows who or what Zeke is, or that he's been sent to kill her. Will Zeke realize his true feelings for Stella before it's too late, or will Adrian en...
