The Unknonws chapter 8

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The Unknowns

Chapter 8

I wake up, yawning loudly. I stretch my arms, and in the process I smack someone softly on the face. I turn to see Anna, surprised. My mind is still groggy, but yesterday starts reeling into my mind, and soon I remember. She stirs, and then she turns to her right, staring at me with her deep brown eyes. I smile at her, and she returns the smile. I sit up, and stretch some more. I hear her yawn, and then a pillow whacks me in the head.

I turn around and roll my eyes at her, and then tell her to get up.

“Five more minutes,” she says, snuggling deeper into the covers.

I grab some clothes, and then I bring them to the shower. I take my time, figuring I’d give Anna the extra sleep. We don’t have school today, so I guess we’ll just stay in the house all day, and if she’s up to it, we can train. As I’m brushing my teeth, I wonder how Trent’s doing. He hasn’t talked much about Pam, and when he does, it’s very limited. Once I have my clothes on, I walk back to my room, but I stop in Trent’s room to snoop.

I find what I’m looking for in two seconds flat on his dresser. His wedding ring. I never looked at his hands. I figured he’d never take it off, but he did. Pam technically didn’t file for divorce, right? That leads me to another quest entirely. After a few minutes, I don’t find any papers. I guess he wouldn’t leave them in broad daylight either. He’d probably put them in his briefcase or something.

I head to my room and see Anna still asleep. I shake her, and she lets out a grunt telling me to leave her alone. I persist, resulting in her slapping at me. I fling the covers off of her, and drag her by the feet off the bed. She starts kicking, but my grip is too tight. I let go of her legs and let her fall off the bed, landing on her back, not bothering to even save herself.

“How’s your arm feeling?” I ask cheerfully.

“Fine. I’m going to go home for a little while to change. Get ready to go for a run.”

She stands up and then she puts on her shoes, and then walks out of the house. I eat breakfast, and then put on the boots Trent bought me. Soon Anna returns, and we’re both running down a dirt road. The air is cold and stale, the sun barely visible. I can see my breath in the air as we stop to stretch before we start actually running. There’s nobody on the dirt road but us, so we can act as inhuman as we want to be.

Once we’re ready, there’s no stopping us. We don’t try to match each other’s pace, instead we just run until we can’t run anymore. Anna is no doubt taking the lead, easily able to jump over trees, not lose her breath, looking better than an Olympian. I’m not far behind though, but I keep tripping every now and then, giving her a bigger lead.

Anna and I start running uphill, and this is where I start to catch up. She slows down, and when she sees me running alongside her, she sticks her tongue out at me. I wink back at her, and then I start running ahead of her. It isn’t long before we’ve made it up the hill. We both stop for a moment, enjoying the view. I glance at Anna and see she’s staring at me. “What?”

“I was just thinking.”

“About?”

“About the purpose of us in general,” she says, not exactly bitter, but not exactly not bitter. “I mean something, someone, had to create the Unknowns and Hunters, right? I mean what is the purpose for us?”

I think about her question for a moment. I don’t know exactly why we exist and why we were given this . . . gift. Who were the first Unknowns and Hunters, where did our story begin? I see Anna is still awaiting an answer, but I don’t have one to give.

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