The Twisted Ones(On Hold)

Chapter Four- My Savior's Name

TTO- My Savior's Name

I feel him stop suddenly. His weight shifts and another loud bang sounds. He kicked a wall? No a door. He walked through the doorway and continued to carry me through.

That is when I felt the most wonderful thing I have ever been through. He picks up a jog and I feel warmth surround me, though nothing is touching me other than the man. Everything takes on a lighter sense and that is when I bring myself to open my eyes. Bright light painfully blinds so I quickly pick up my arm to cover my face. When everything takes back it's color, I realize that my one and only dream has come true. I am outside.

The smells, the sounds, the feelings are unbearable. The air slices through my lungs with every breath. It is a good feeling though. It is crisp and fresh opposed to the moist, chemical-filled atmosphere of the institution. The area around me is silent, other than the soft crunching of grass beneath my savior's feet as he jogged. There is no generator growling at my ears or yelling from the Instructors.

"Can you stand?" His strong voice asks me.

I start to part my lips, but then images for the beautiful women flash through my head. I close my lips and simply nod. I feel his eyes on me again. I still haven't looked at him, I have be taking in the wonders around me.

Around us are buildings. They aren't like the ones from my nightmare though. They are like huge, towering, freshly trimmed trees. They are the color of similar hue to my sorry-excuse for clothes; a light, once shimmery grey. The buildings aren't very close to us, but they drew my attention instantly. The area we are in is of an insane size. It is rather open with limited hiding spaces. That alone makes me uneasy, not to mention the demonic buildings in the distance.

The buildings form an unbroken square around us. Each building is directly lined up with the next. Shoulder to shoulder. Wall to wall. No escape from the scowling walls. My savior seems to know where he is going though, so I pray that trusting him is safe. I notice something else as well. We are all alone. This place surely seemed to have a loud and busy atmosphere, but there is not another person in sight.

I don't dare look back at the institution. My fears will only consume me if I do. I still go against looking at my savior. Wait what have I been calling him? Savior. My savior. That's a strange title, but I seem to like it.

Instead of looking at him directly, I take note of his arms and torso that holds me closely. He has very muscled arms, they aren't flexed all the way under my weight though. I has supposed carrying a sixteen year-old girl would have a different effect, I guess not in my case.

We are getting closer to the line of buildings and I'm very surprised he hasn't gotten tired of carrying me. But yet again, my extreme lack of weight may be why.

"You can look at me you know." He said with a hint of humor in his voice. I had only heard that tone when Keres was taunting me. The horrid memories cause me to shutter.

He notices I still haven't looked at him and I can sense him frown.

"Ok I order you to look at me." He smirked.

At this point I decide to tilt my head up and look straight at him. What I see is not what I expected. I was expecting maybe a middle aged body builder of some sort as my savior. Turns out I was far off.

The man who is holding me is quite young. I wouldn't say any younger than me though. He watches me as I take in his, quite frankly, beautiful features. He has messy, brown hair that flops on the top of his forehead. Along with his sloppy hair, he has bright, stunning eyes that seem to see deeper into your soul. He curls his lips into a smile.

"That's more like it." He speaks with happiness in his tone. "Can I get a name? Do you have one?" He asks.

I hesitate before answering. "I'm not allowed to talk." I feel as though I should inform him of the rules.

He furrows his brows and looks at me with a puzzled expression. He then softens his features.

"You are now." He smiles.

"I was Number 154, but I would always call myself Autumn." I almost whisper.

About the time I answered, we arrived at one of the buildings. He gently sets me down on my feet. At first I stumble, but thankfully I catch myself.

"Nice to meet you Autumn, I'm Finn."

Finn. That's a nice name. My savior's name.

"Ok Autumn. I am going to hoist you into that window up there." Finn says and points to a window a couple feet above our heads. He then shouted.

"It's Finn!"

I nod and take a deep breath as I watched the window. Soon enough a face similar to Finn's poked it's self out of the opening. I mentally noted that they must be brothers.

"That's Coltyn. He's my brother." Finn explains. "You ready?"

I nod my head in response and he scoops me up into his arms and lifts me above his head where Coltyn dipped his hands under my arms and took my weight from Finn. I was pulled into the window of the building. I took the time to examine Coltyn. He had the same eyes as Finn. Emerald and shinning. His hair was quiet different though. Coltyn's was a much darker color and spiked up around his forehead. It was much neater than Finn's.

"Hello sweetheart, I'm Colt." Finn's brother introduced with a grin.

"Autumn." I reply back and force a weak smile.

Finn had somehow managed to jump high enough to grab the window sill and pull himself in. He strides over to us and gives a smile to each of us before walking deeper into the building. Colt follows Finn and leaves me to follow him. I stare at the dusty ground beneath my feet. As the boys step in front of me, they leave prints in the dust. I try to make their footsteps by walking in the prints. I see Finn look briefly over his shoulder. We he spots my actions and I, he tried to hold back a smile and light chuckle, but failed.

"Where are we going?" I ask in a quiet voice to break the silence among us.

They are both quiet for a moment before Colt answered. "To our home."

Our home. I guess the Institute had always been my shelter, but it certainly was never my home. What did he mean my 'our home'? As in he and his brother's home, or was this going to be my home now too? Too many questions. I could ask; but all I've ever known is to keep quiet, so that's what I do.

A few more questions come to mind. Why did they save me? Where is everyone else? Were the other labeled-rebels still in the Institution? Who was my savior and his brother? Where were we going? Ugh, now I have a headache. All this time I realized I was hearing soft footsteps in the back of my mind. Was this a Nightmare? What this entire trip just a Nightmare?!

There was only one way to tell, and that is to ride it our until it's over; if it ends, that is.