Infused In Love

Chapter I

With my back against the rough bark of the tree and the darkness of night I thought I was safe for a moment. Those few seconds were the safest I’ve felt since I’ve been here. I felt as if time hadn’t existed at all. The seconds felt as ages. A ton of flashbacks swarmed through my head. His voice alone ringing through my head over and over again made me feel as if I were back on his couch, cuddled in his mothers hand-quilted blankets, watching all the silly collection of movies he had stored in his living room. In a split second those memories blacked out. The sound of an arrow striking back against its bow is the first thing that broke my peace. The arrow sliced through the air and landed 5 inches from my face on a neighboring tree. I could hear them mumbling amongst themselves and to my surprise they were closer than I assumed. I stood there not moving a limb and holding my breath. In the back of my head I hoped they couldn’t hear the intense pounding of my heart.

As their flashlights came closer I crouched lower and lower trying to disappear from this scene. Their leader, Thrasher, stood there approximately ten feet away. I was sure that was the end for me. He slowly past his flashlight right above the tip of my head and kept moving.

“This way. She couldn’t have gone far.” he called to the others with a harsh tone.

A smirk lit up on my face. How foolish of them. Once again fooled by Skin. Considering the fact that I still couldn’t believe what happened I stayed crouched down in the middle of the forest.

I woke up to the sound of him calling my name. “Skin!...Skin!”.

I couldn’t help but remember the first time we met and he asked me name. “Skin. Call me skin” I told him.

I still remember the interested look on his face right before he asked, “Skin? That’s funny. How’d you get that one?”.

Grey. Always so curious as to why things are the way they are and how they came to be. Just like my father. I gestured him to draw his attention to my arm.

“I got it from the color of my skin. I’m not like others.” I told him. “I don’t belong here.”

I come to my senses and with no hesitation call back, “Grey! Grey! Over here!”

I cant yet spot him, but after hearing leaves crushing under his feet I saw him there, staring at me as though I was the only think who gave him purpose. I’d always loved it when he looked at me like that. It always gave me this complete feeling. If it weren’t for him completing me I’d still be the heartless and cold person I was when the Artesian’s murdered my father. To this day it is my virtue to avenge the death of my father. I wont let his death be unpaid for.