Black Assassin

Chapter 4

I walk past the sign and so does Damien. I feel the pull more and more. I turn a right then I take a left. Damien keeps up like me. His face was straight faced. I look straight at him and he smiles. You would never guess that this guy would ever smile well, he did. I take another right. I trip over something that was on the ground. Damien sees me falling. He catches my and he has his arm across my chest. I feel something hitting my ankle and I feel pain on my left ankle. Somehow I did something to hurt my ankle so much that I just felt pain all up my left ankle. I hold the pain in like I was told to. Damien lets me stand but, when I try to walk again I can't because I just fall. He catches me again and this time he doesn't let me go. He picks me up by my knees and he puts his other arm on my back. He walks a little till he turns a left into a small room where it looks like there was a kitchen in there. He sets me down on the kitchen table. He pushes me back so, that I can lean against the wall that was there. He takes my left shoe off and then my left sock. He touches my ankle very gently and when he hits the ankle bone I try to stop the tears that are trying to force themselves out of me. I quickly move my foot out of his grasp. Surprising him. He gets up then and he grabs my foot again but, he leaves it along as he looks in the cupboards for something. I hear things move and then it sounds like he found something that he wanted and he grabs it and then he turns around and I hear ripping of fabric and then water running. He walks over and I see what is in his hands one was a wet cloth and the other he had a roll of what looked like old bandages. He takes the wet fabric and he runs it on my ankle.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to wash the blood off your ankle that is what I'm trying to do." He puts the cloth onto the ankle and I feel stinging as he puts pressure on the ankle. He takes the cloth off and wipes off blood from my ankle. He walks back to the sink and turns the water on again and rinses the cloth. He walks back to where I was and he puts the cloth on again and this time he leaves the cloth on and he goes back into the kitchen for some reason and comes back with a bowl of some sort. He turns around and probably forgetting to fill it he fills the bowl with the water. He walks with the bowl to where I was sitting. He takes the cloth and dipps it into the water making the water turn instantly red. He soaks up more water and puts the water on my foot. He puts the cloth into the bowl then he squeezed the cloth trying to absorb all of the water possible. He takes the cloth out of the bowl and puts the bowl under my foot. He pushes my foot so, that it would be in the water. He squeezed the cloth and the water comes out. He takes the cloth and he comes closer to me. He grabs my hand. He turns my hand over and he wipes my hand. I look at my hands I see why we was doing that somehow I must have grabbed something without knowing what it was and trying to steady myself I must have cut my hand. I feel something inside of my body like something is crawling inside I feel faint. I slowly close my eyes. After a few minutes that I was out I felt someone slapping me awake. I wake up. I open my eyes to Damien's face in mine.

"So, I guess we are stuck here for a while because apparently the buses had gotten lost somewhere and they must haven't known where to go. So, we are staying here for a day and then hopefully the buses will come back. You know you were out for a few hours and the teachers had passed us a few times but, they saw you and they tried to call the ambulance but, there is no signal in this place so, they are going on to a trail to the nearest town." I look down at my ankle it looked worse then it was before. My ankle was a little swollen and also my left ankle was a mess of cloth and it looked very painful to look at. I look at my hand it was also bandaged up too. I heard someone running down the hallway. They were slowing down by the time they had gotten to where we were. It was the teacher that was announcing the rules in front of the entrance.

"So, Miss. Raven are you ok from what you look like you look pretty bad. How did you get that cloth wet Damien?"

"From the faucet. Why do you ask?"

"Oh I thought you had brought a water bottle because there is people who are getting pretty thirsty. That's all. Do you know if the water is safe to drink?"

"No, because when I was washing Raven's wound the water stopped working."

"Oh ok. Just tell me when she can walk again because we might have to move near the entrance of the hideout for the buses to see us. Miss. Macintosh went and tried to contact the buses and also the medical crew."

"Ok but, I might have to carry her because she might not be able to walk on that foot at all because of what she did to it."

"Well I'm going to leave a few teachers here then and when we do get the buses and the medical crew you can bring her to the entrance."

"Ok" She leaves running down the hallway. I feel really warm I look down at my chest and I see that some's jacket was on me. I was about to move it when Damien puts his hand on the jacket telling me that I will be very cold if I take it off. I was about to refuse that I won't get cold but, when I put my hands to my legs I felt skin. I had forgotten that I was still wearing my school uniform and it was only a skirt because the boots and the socks were gone. I shivered. That's why he didn't me to take off the jacket. He walks over to the sink and he turns the faucet and what comes out is water. He had lied about the water. I look at him.

"Why did you tell her that the water didn't work?!?"

"Well it was because it is working now and we are going to have to get as much of this water into your body as possible."

"Why is that? Is it like magical or something?"

"Actually it is. The assassin who lived here had used the water to heal his wonds and also to become an assassin himself."

"Is that what you are trying to turn me into?!"

"No, the powers had died along time along with the assassin a few hundred years ago. I just had to clean your wounds or might have never be where you are right now. I'm going to have to change you bandages." He moves to get the bowl that he had used before. He fills it up with water and he carefully brings it back to where I was. He starts to remove the bandages but, what was underneath was uncommon. They were gone. There was nothing. There was no more wounds and there wasn't even scars. I look at him. I notice that there is something wrong with him. I look to his shoulder. I put my hand on where it looked wired. I see him wince and I pull my hand away it was wet with red blood. And it looked really bad.

Author's Note:

There will be more tomorrow so, please check in tomorrow.