The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Thirteen-

My writer's block is definitely gone, and I figured you guys might want an update- So here it is, my dudes! It's nice, knowing what I'm going to write again... In fact, all I had to do was change the ending a bit, and now it's all good!

Anyway- Have a wonderful day/night you beautiful humans!

Ash's P.O.V.:

I  cuddled deeper into Esmerelda's couch. Pulling the blanket tighter, I frowned at Blu's phone. Her texts disturbed me. This 'Russel' character seemed shady. Their texts were strange, and there seemed to be bits of conversation missing.

I stared at the bright screen, furrowing my brow at a specific few:

R- So how bad is it? Just random calls?

B- Yeah, but it's weird, whoever it is knows everything.. I don't like it.

R- So on top of that you've got the kid causing trouble?

B- Yeah- he's a good kid though, I don't want him hurt. I need to clear out.

R- Okay- I'll email your ticket. Go to the Branwell Private Strip, we'll get this cleared up. There's no way I'm losing any other badger. Especially the only leader we have left.

B- Thanks, Rus- But I was third. Not even close to being leader. Grey was  the best.

R- Never said he wasn't, my girl.

B- Alright, I gtg, I'll be there.

I didn't like the sound of it. Not one bit.

What was the real reason Blu left?  Why am I even chasing this girl? She obviously didn't want to be found. I'm just getting in the way.

I sighed. This is getting deeper and more complicated than I imagined. I smiled slightly, shifting to her notes to read the shitty poems that she wrote about us.

They were from a better time, one I wish we could have back. It was so easy back when we were together- holding hands and kissing on the soccer field. It's her fault.

Why am I trying to fix something that I didn't even break?

This is stupid. I love her, don't I?

But more and more, my thoughts wandered to Esmerelda, and how nice her lips felt on mine. She obviously wanted me, and- I smirked, throwing back the blanket- I want her too.

-/\-/\-/\-

Blu's P.O.V.:

The silver wing bit into my palm, focusing me. The knife was in my other hand, clenched in a fist. When the room went dark the first night, I had run my fingers over it, flipping it open and closed. My inspection had shown it to be very sharp. Now the mini butterfly knife sat in my clenched fist, reminding me that I would kill her.

Macayla had recently decided I wasn't hurting enough, being tied to a chair around 24 hours a day and drugged for - I guess- 12 hours.

The only exercise I received was my weekly walk to the bathroom with- you guessed it- not Jake. The poor kid who walked me to the bathroom was named Jason, which I guess is close enough for Macayla.

But anyway, back to pain- My lovely captor has started night ambushes, in which she leaves the lights off and beats me while I'm too drugged up to resist, or even fight back.

One of those such beatings was happening now, much to my disappointment. However, I was not nearly as out of it. In fact, while she was using her legendary Odin's eyes, -rather poorly, I mentally chuckled- I was sawing through my twine restraints.

I groaned for effect, one of her knives hit my cheek.

Finally, the twine snapped. Damn, that was thick!

Hehe, that's what she said.

I didn't move yet, but sat, thinking. Maybe I'm on more drugs than I first anticipated.

She stopped. Well, I didn't fully register if Macayla actually stopped or not, but I stopped feeling any pain. That's when I realized what was happening.

The whispers were waking up.

I stood up, hoping that if I got moving they would fall back into whatever pit in my mind that they crawled out of.

Mcayla was saying something. Focus. Hear her.

"Whatcha got there, little girl? Better be careful, that looks sharp."

Oh boy do I hate her.

Like a bullet from a gun, I shot forward, knocking her down. I heard her scream. I think I laughed.

Whispers filled my mind- there was nothing I could do now. What am I doing? I don't know. I can't stop. I can't stop- I CAN'T STOP!

I kept hitting, my pretty little knife slowly being covered in her blood. Finally, the whispers receded slightly. I could speak, and, bracing my knife against her throat- I could kill her.

"Onyx? P-please... D-don't."

I smiled down at her. "You made a mistake, Macayla."

My knife was barely millimeters from her throat.

"W-what did I do wrong?"

I smiled wider, a feral smile now. I would kill her. I would win this- once and for all. I would avenge Greyson.

"You called me 'Little'"

My knife pushed into her neck, but suddenly, my knees weren't beside her hips, my back was on the ground and -

OH MY GOD SHE COULD GET AWAY!

I was screaming, an inhuman, bloodcurdling screech. Then I was up, looking- there- the door! The door was open, what's happening, what's going on, and I was running out.

There, a flash of brown, then I'm rushing around the corner-

I see her- 

We are outside now- there is a van- What if she gets away?

Something collides with my back, sending me down. My jeans rip on the pavement.

I see ears, a stubby tail, shiny black and brown fur- A dog- a Doberman! Her dog- It's hers, I know it.

She will not get away. She will not get away- SHE WILL NOT GET AWAY!

I flip, putting my back on the pavement and giving the dog an opportunity for my throat. It goes for it, just as Macayla trained him to. He's fast, but I'm faster as I drive my knife into his throat, pulling it back out, then kicking him off of me and stand up, facing the van.

It's leaving.

It's peeling out of the parking lot- I can't catch it.

She got away.

I may never get another chance and I wasted my time-

I should've killed her.

Fine. I'll hunt her down.

I'm going to kill her.

-/\-/\-/\-

So????? Tell me what you think, and let me know what your new predictions are!! I love you all, thanks for getting me this far!

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