The Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 25: Kyle

-Kyle’s P.O.V-

Banff High School was the classic red brick, linoleum floors type of school, the same boring setting every day for these unfortunate students. It was quite early in the morning for my standards, and students shuffled their way into the recently opened hallways to get ready for their first few classes. It was a sea of dark blue and white uniforms, with the occasional daring flash of colour splashed in the way of a belt or bag that snagged my attention. My eyes scanned over the tops of their heads, searching for the one distinctive hairstyle of dark brown curls among them.

I straddled my motionless bike in the parking lot, overlooking the curious stares that I was receiving from a few students. A cool spring breeze drifted in from the west end and toyed with my messy locks, buffeting my face gently and sliding across my leather jacket. The more I waited, the more I reasoned that this was a stupid idea. Florence Gray had been kidnapped, not treated to a surprise picnic. Usually people didn’t recover from that sort of thing and pop up the next day for school, acting like everything was dead-set normal.

I ground my teeth together in frustration. It was all too easy to imagine her mouth spilling out the information that they demanded, telling them of my presence in this dreary little town and giving away my whereabouts. The hunters would be on me like bees to honey, and I’d be impossible to miss – the stranger in the dark clothes who moodily stalked high school girls. Or one in particular.

I’d been running from them for five years, ever since that fateful night that shaped my future and my life. I was forever a wanderer, cursed to trawl the earth’s surface and look for the one girl that I missed so dearly, the one girl that hadn’t been seen for at least four years now. And now they had all the time in the world to track me down, because they could easily follow my trail from here. But before I fled once more, I had to make sure that they hadn’t hurt her. I couldn’t condemn another young girl’s life to their wrath again, wasting away her future just like that.

My eyes snapped to a running girl, her bag swaying as she caught up with the group of friends ahead of her. Her hair was hurriedly tossed into a messy ponytail, but I’d recognise that shade of brown curls anywhere. Florence was back.

I hopped of my motorbike speedily and jogged inside the school behind her. I had to talk to her; I had to know what they’d done. I brushed past students on the way, earning a few grumbles and insults but I shrugged them off. There she was, a metre in front of me with her hips sashaying away like she had to care in the world. My hand lashed out and gripped onto her shoulder, pulling her to a halt.

She cried out in surprise and spun around, her group of friends halting and doing the same also. As soon as she saw me, her eyes widened a little and a look came over her face... was it fear? Why could she possibly be scared of me?

“It’s okay guys, I’ll catch up,” she told the group without looking at them. They ambled off down the hall after a minute and I dragged Florence to an empty doorway, somewhat private and apart from the hubbub of the school.

“Are you alright?” I demanded as soon as we were alone, withdrawing my hand and checking for any major injuries. Hunters were well known for being cruel, even to plain humans.

“I’m fine,” she snapped, gaining a little confidence. “Why are you here? I need to go,” she looked over her shoulder as if to check that her friends hadn’t bailed on her.

My mood darkened. “What did they do to you? What did you say?”

She gulped noticeably and a sweat broke out on her brow. She looked increasingly uncomfortable as she fiddled with her book bag. “Nothing, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know you were kidnapped Florence, don’t try to lie to me,” I tugged her back as she tried to walk away and she avoided my eyes.

“I’m not lying,” she forced out through gritted teeth. Another lie.

“You told them about me, didn’t you?” I pushed, searching her face for any signs of what she was really thinking.

She froze and looked up at me, puzzled. Her eyes were clouded with confusion, but she blinked once and they were back to stony annoyance. “Of course not, you’re nothing to me,” and she twisted on her heel and stalked off down the corridor. I called out for her to stop, but she kept walking. It was no use, she wouldn’t talk anymore, but I needed answers.

I have to admit, it did hurt when she said that last line. But who was I kidding? What was I to her, a friend? An acquaintance? But something was nagging at me. If she didn’t tell them about me, what could she possibly be hiding?

I walked dejectedly back to my motorbike, confused and slightly angry. Why wouldn’t she tell me? By the time I had pushed my way back out of the main hallway and to the car park again, almost everyone had gotten to class or was hurriedly walking to class. I spied Florence walking alone across the oval, headed to a cluster of smaller buildings which I presumed to be some sort of science lab.

I seized the chance. “Florence!” I jogged up to her in a second and she quickened her pace, trying to get away from me. “Stop,” I said, tugging on her arm to pull her to a halt.

“Just get away from me,” she snarled, trying to run away. I kept my grip on her arm firm.

“Just tell me this, and I won’t bother you about it anymore” I promised. She nodded slightly, and I continued, happy at my small victory. “What did they tell you about me?”

She looked into my eyes and took a step back. “They said to stay away from men like you,” and then she was gone, sprinting off toward the buildings again. She caught up to a few late students, and I saw her hold the hand of one of them.

I squinted. It was that rat of a kid, Joullian. A feeling of possessiveness swelled over me but I squashed it down and ran back to my bike, driving away before I could do anything that I would regret.

Her last words caught up to me and I froze, nearly veering into a four wheel drive on the road. It beeped at me and I corrected my path again, going at a safe straight line down the road. My mind was elsewhere, pouring over what she had said.

‘They said to stay away from men like you’. Men like me, it was so obvious now. It was the reason why she was scared around me; and nervous to get away to the safety of her friends. She knew I what I truly was: a werewolf. She had figured it all out, long ago. Well if that was the case, then there was only one solution: silence her.

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