His Purple Eyes

Chapter 26

Pierce stood over me, staring at me intensely. In one hand he held a hand gun that he shot the beast dead with. His jaw was set and his eyes were alive and burning. There were small specs of pink dotted around his pupils. I noticed that he was wearing a grey hoodie and jeans, which was something I never expected him to wear. He shoved his gun into his back pocket and as he did, I lowered my head and my long, tangled hair fell in front of my face.

"That thing was only a baby. You have no idea how easy this thing could kill you, or anything else lurking in this forrest really. You're so damn lucky. Running away was a mistake." His voice was cold and stern. I felt tears continuously drip off of my chin. I couldn't stop them, nor could I stop shaking profusely.

My ankle was burning as if salt was being shaken onto the open cut. I pulled my knee up to my chest and inspected the cut. I recoiled slightly in disgust. Just looking at the cut made me gag.

It stretched from my ankle to my mid calf. The cut was long and deep, with rivers of ruby red blood pouring down my leg. Pieces of skin hung loosely at the sides. Dirt and bits of rock were imbedded in the gash. Muscle tissue was poking through, making me look like some disgusting zombie.

I rested my forehead against my knee and I felt new tears welling up in my eyes. Seeing the cut and feeling it was two different things.

"I can't have you beat up like this so constantly. It will weaken your powers." Pierce said in a softer voice. If he was going to kill me, he would have done it already. Unless he was trying to gain my trust again to make my death easier. I tried to move backwards, but a wave of sharp pain hit my shoulder. I held myself and expected nothing but the worse, which is how I have been living my life lately.

"Why are you moving away?" Pierce kneeled in front of me and looked me over. I didn't want him to come any closer with that gun in his pocket. He faked a look of concern and he did it well.

"Are you going to kill me now or not?" My voice was hoarse and didn't sound like my own. A look of confusion came across his face. "No, I need you, well your power anyways. Bane would kill me if I let you die out here." He chuckled, sickly. "I though my parents were dead. That's what I assumed my fate was too." He was going to kill me though, I knew it.

He moved my hair off of my shoulder gently to examine my shoulder. I shrank away from his touch and he noticed. But he did look at it carefully. He cursed under his breath.

"I'm taking you back to get your injuries checked out. I don't understand how you got this far with a bullet in your shoulder." My head whipped around so I was looking at him. A bullet in my shoulder? I glared at him. Great, just fucking great. I really wanted to cry but I didn't. I couldn't.

"I'm not going anywhere." I sniffled. He raised both eyebrows at me and smirked, but it looked forced. "So you'd rather bleed to death or get mauled out in the woods? Don't act like you can actually make it out of the forrest. You're barely alive as it is." He must have been exaggerating. I was only a little cut up.

Pierce bent over and put one hand behind my back and one under my knees. He lifted me off of the ground effortlessly as if I weighed nothing. His strength kind of scared me. He was carrying my bridal style and it hurt my shoulder a lot. I squirmed around in his arms and tried to get down with out luck. "Stop it." He said annoyed.

"You're hurting me." I whimpered though I doubted he cared. He sighed and put me over his shoulder with an arm under my butt. It was more comfortable then my bloody shoulder being pressed but definitely not what I wanted.

Pierce pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. He spoke into the phone about sending over a car.

It didn't take long for a black cadillac to pull up in front of us and for me to be sat down on the seat. Pierce was blabbing on about what I did to the driver and I found myself getting tired. I yawned a bit and decided to just 'rest my eyes'. But I ended up finding myself falling asleep.