✎ | The Evolved

6 |☢| Victor

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Those of you awesome readers who've read the last chapter would have realized by now that Victor is someone that was special to Valeria... here's what happens next from his POV...

- Fan ^.^

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Three

Victor

6

A HAND, A SOFT HAND, shakes me.

I snap open my eyes. It's dark. I flinch. Someone just shook me. Who was it?

I jump up. At least, that's what my brain tells my body to do. A flash of pain runs into my legs. I grunt, and the shock of the pain sends me reliving the last moments of Ash life.

I push myself up. My arms feel like rubber. I feel Ash's body slide off me.

A fever has broken over me, from the heat or infection of the wound, I don't know. But my entire shirt is soaked with perspiration. The blood from the wound in my leg has stopped, and I feel the tightness of the blood clot.

The person.

I look around frantically. It's so dark that I can barely make out anything. Only the red moon shone – red due to the Sun. We lost electricity long ago, and from then on, we have been using candles or burning wood.

Through the darkness, I see a figure. A thread of fear slither down my spine. The sniper? I think.

No, it can't be. The sniper won't wake me up just to kill me. It has to be someone else. If it really is the sniper, whoever that is, they have would killed me in my sleep instead.

This person definitely wants something. And now seeing the outline of the figure against the red moon, I realize it's a feminine figure.

Long hair falls behind her, and I see that she is tall and slim, with distinct curves rounding out of her model like body.

A thought triggers at the back of my mind, a thought from the BET. But all my energy is focusing on trying not to cry in pain, and holding my body up with my shaking arms that I can't focus on grasping onto that thought.

"Who are you," I croak, but my words are barely audible. My mouth is completely dry, and I try to swallow, trying to muster some wetness into my mouth. There is also a sticky, unpleasant feel on my tongue.

The figure steps closer, but does not say anything. She bends down and puts a hand on my bad leg. Her hand is soft and thin, and it's cool against my fevering flesh. Instinctively, I try to draw me leg away. The limb screams out in protest. I grimace in pain.

"Stop, you're hurting yourself more." The figure spoke. And now I realize that it's not a woman, but a girl. A teenage girl.

"Who're you?" I ask again, clearing my throat.

She ignores my question. "I wrapped your wound up with a piece of cloth when you were asleep, so you don't lose too much blood. It's good that the bullet went straight in, and out of your leg, so no bones are chipped. But we still need to get you medical help, you've still lost some blood. Can you walk?"

"Who are you?"

"That's not important," she says, then steps over me, so that I am looking up at her legs. I can see the slimness of the tight jeans she's wearing outlined in the moonlight. "Can you get up."

I try to push myself up, but the combination of the excruciating pain in my leg and the sheer strength just to keep myself together is just too much.

"No, I – I can't."

"Okay, give your hand to me. I'll help you." She reaches down and grabs my hand.

I tug it away.

"What?"

"How the hell can I trust you?" I say, looking up at her. "For all I know, you might try to take me prisoner or kill me. For all I know, you might be an Evolved."

I narrow my eyes at her. But she probably can't see.

"Anyways," I carry on, "why are you trying to help me? You don't even know who I am."

The figure is silent for a bit. Her head bows and she seems to be studying at me, I can't tell.

"Look," she finally says. I can't see her face, but I can hear her irritation. "If you don't want my help, I'm going to walk away now, and you will never see me again. No one knows you're here," I see the outline of her arms as she jabs a finger at me, "except me, so I'm the only one the can help you. After I leave, you'll stay here alone, and die. Or, you can come with me."

I consider. I know that I can't trust her, but I might as well play along with her. If she really wants to help me, why don't I let her? But what if she's an Evolved just playing with me? There are so many things that are suspicious about her, like, where did she come from? Ash and I check the surrounding area every day, and we didn't see anyone for miles.

But, on the other hand, we didn't see the sniper coming.

But she probably is the sniper. I point out at myself.

"Where's the sniper."

The girl misses a beat. "I don't know. I didn't see anyone around when I came. So that's why we have to go now."

Questions and doubts bounce in my head. If Ash is here, he would be able to decide for me.

Ash!

"What about Ash?" I ask.

She seems to think. "We can't do anything about him. He's dead. We have to go."

My heart aches as grief takes over me again. My best friend is gone, forever. But in my head, I know that she's right, and I know that Ash will want me to go. But there's something that I want to do first.

I reach over and fumble around his neck. I grab onto the locket and pull it hard. The chain makes a loud snap as it brakes.

My hand lingers on his chest, touching him for the last time. I put the chain safely in my pants' pocket. Then I reach up, and take the sunglasses off Ash's face,

Ash, goodbye.

I will seek revenge for him. Whoever killed him will pay.

I have to trust this girl. At least, for now.

I make up my mind.

"Help me up."