Chaos [Editing]

Chapter (2)

Chapter Two

My grip on Cassie’s arm is getting tighter, I can tell by the look of pain on her face but yet she doesn’t voice this, she just stays silent and follows me. Turns out the door I thought that lead outside was locked and I couldn’t open it without tipping off to Cassie what I was and that couldn’t happen so now we have to find a new way.

      “Chaos?” Cassie whispers.

      I stop my confident stride and look at her, annoyance clear in my voice, “what?”

      “Where are we going?” Her voice becomes even quieter and if I were human I would have to ask her to repeat herself but none of that nonsense is needed and evidently, I just don’t have the patience for small talk.

      Weird. The fear in her eyes is actually getting to me, I want to help her; I feel like I need to help her. I have never felt like this before; ever. I don’t like it but I can’t seem to shake it. It’s taking over me, the longer I look into her eyes the more the feeling consumes me. I sigh, feeling exposed to this girl and hating it, “i’m trying to find a way out.”

      Her eyes widen and her voice seems to reflect her shock, “You mean you never thought of a way out?”

      As soon as I turn away from her and start walking again the feeling breaks and i’m back to myself. “I did until I brought you with me.” I mutter. I hear her footsteps behind me but pause when I hear two more sets, coming quickly towards our direction. As much as it wouldn’t bother me to kill them I have to make Cassie think she’s not stuck with some psycho killer.

      I grab her arm again and start running and it’s as if she senses that there is a problem; she follows with no hesitation or questions, it’s like she

trusts me to lead us to safety, or she’s thinking that I wouldn’t get into harm’s way myself but since I already did that thought should be fleeing her mind. Together we run down the hall, Cassie close behind me, going as fast as her short legs will carry her but it’s not fast enough. These men are getting closer.

      Letting out an angry sigh I tug on her arm and in one swift motion lift her into my arms and do my full out sprint down the hall; going as fast as my long legs can carry me, and that’s fast; and no, not because of what I am. I just work out a lot. I feel like i’m running through a labyrinth and will never be able to get out. Why can’t there be windows in this god forsaken place?

      “Oh just perfect!” I yell as a siren blares through the hall and red lights flash on the walls. I stop running and look over my shoulder, I can smell the sweat dripping off their foreheads; it was quite a workout for them to catch me. Glancing at Cassie I let her down and walk towards a door. It’s thick and might be a storage closet. “Come here.”

      She complies right away and in one second she’s standing beside me, attempting to look over my shoulder but i’m too tall. Ignoring her I inspect the door handle and grip it with my right hand, my dominant hand and pull. The lock brakes and the door slides open to reveal a small closet with coats and shoes in it. Finally, Cassie is able to look into the closet and realization clicks in, “are those police uniforms?”

      I just nod and push her in and walk in myself, closing the door as quietly as possible after me and don’t even look for a light switch, I don’t need one. I look through the uniforms and pass one to Cassie that looks like it would be her size, “put this on and put your hair in the hat.”

      She nods and grabs it from me but our eyes meet, once again and she narrows hers, “are your eyes,” she pauses and while she does I go back to the rack and look for my size but freeze as she continues her sentence, “glowing?”

      I keep my eyes on the uniforms, she’s right. My eyes are glowing; they always glow in the dark. It’s one of the reasons we go out at night, plus, we prefer the night better anyways. When I talk my voice shows scorn, “why the hell would my eyes be glowing?”

      I hear her slipping on the outfit and finally I find one that will fit me and smile as I take it off the hanger, perfect, and using my sparkling personality we’ll be out of here in no time. I almost laugh out loud at that, my personality is anything but sparkly. For one, I get pissed easily, I hate talking about stupid things and I always tell you it straight, if you can’t handle it; don’t ask the question.

      I pull the uniform on and tuck my hair up into the blue hat and zip up the jacket, leaving my orange jumper in the corner under a pair of shoes. I bend over and pull on the runners and tie them, and when I straighten up Cassie is fiddling with getting all her hair into the hat, sighing; I walk over and take the hat out of her hands. “You have to make sure all your hair is up then put the hat on quickly.”

      She smiles at me, obviously grateful for my help; I make a face and turn. “Don’t get used to it, I just don’t want to get caught and have to kill someone else.”

      She gulps. “You really did kill him didn’t you?”

      I open the door slightly and look in the hall, the alarm is still blaring but we could barely hear it in here. This must be one thick door if I couldn’t hear it but I don’t care about the thickness of the door, I just want out. There’s no one in the hallway and I don’t hear anyone. I once again grab Cassie’s arm and pull her out the door, shutting it firmly behind us.

      Once we’re in the hall I turn towards Cassie. “Stay beside me, don’t run, don’t look scared. Act like you know what you’re doing. Do you understand?”

      “Y-yes.” She says but when she speaks again her voice is less hesitant, “you killed him didn’t you? The cop.”

      We start walking. “I killed him.”

      “W-why?” She asks, “Why couldn’t you just knock him out?”

      I laugh, “Do you know where you are?”

      She looks down. “I know where we are, but, why did you have to kill him?”

      Now I don’t feel like laughing, is she always like this? “Why the hell are you here anyways?”

      She opens her mouth to answer but I cut her off as a feeling I am used to gets under my skin and I turn around. No, this can’t be happening. My eyes widen as a man walks around the corner and the feeling gets worse. I glance over my shoulder at Cassie, her eyes are wide to and when they meet mine I see fear. “We have a big problem.”