Born to Change [Completed]

8: Pasta and Hunter

I open my eyes and see I am in my room. So that was all a dream. Thank goodness.

I start to sit up but feel numbness in my leg. My left leg, to be exact. I slowly look under the covers and see that my leg is completely covered in gauze. I see band-aids on my arms and other leg. That was all real?

No kidding dumbo. I hear the voice in my head again, after a few days.

Shut up conscience, I snap.

Unlike yesterday, the old lady isn't here. I wonder why. She was on edge yesterday as if somebody was poking her with a million tiny needles.

Since she isn't here I look around for the lamp. I am too lazy to open the curtains and I don't think my leg could take it.

Once I flip the switch open I see myself clearly. I am filled with cuts and bruises despite of the band-aids. I sigh. I am never going back out again.

I close my eyes when the room starts to spin again because of the simple effort of switching a lamp on. My head though feels like it's filled with cotton balls yet at the same time it hurts and throbs. Yes, it is throbbing and I don't want to find out why.

I see a button beside my bed that I haven't seen yet before. I press it and I hear tinkling sounds, like tiny little bells.

Immediately someone barges in at the door looking distraught. I see a teenage boy around three years older than me with his eyes wide and his hair sporting a too-messy-to-be-stylish hairdo. To be honest, he looks like he had just woken up.

"What's with the halo?" I tease, since his hair's spread out.

"I thought something was wrong," he whispers to himself quietly. "Call me if you need me," he says a tad louder than expected.

"Wait!" He turns back around. "What's your name?"

He pauses, as if unsure to say it. "Hunter," he finally says.

Hunter. Suddenly I remember what my borthers said to me. You are a Hunter.

You are a Hunter.

You are a Hunter.

"Uh, need anything else?" I snap back into reality when Hunter clears his throat.

"Oh yeah, could you uh, get me some food please? I'm starving."

Hunter smiles and says, "Sure, be back in a sec."

He leaves and I lay back down in the bed, my thoughts creating a mental storm inside my head.

I don't notice Hunter until he lays a portable table on my bed with food on it. A delicious aroma penetrates my nose. I inhale the aroma and my mouth waters instantly.

"Breakfast is served." Hunter bows at me and we both laugh.

"No seriously, eat up. I'd be dead if you don't," he adds.

I look at the plate and see a few pieces of bacon, eggs, and... pasta! I ignore the bacon and eggs and grab the fork and devour the pasta in mere seconds.

I am licking my fork clean when Hunter says, "Want more?" I excitedly nod and he laughs. He picks up the plate and exits my room.

He returns with two heaping plates of pasta which I devour as soon as he sets them on the table.

"So what's with the nice-guy act?" I ask between bites.

He looks startled. "What do mean?"

"Come on, you're babysitting a teenager on a weekend. Something's got to be in it for you," I state matter-of-factly.

"I, uh, owe someone."

"Well you could tell that person that I don't need any babysitting!" I exclaim indignantly.

"That person happens to be Will." He smirks and I continue eating.

"What happened anyway?" I ask.

"You tell me! We found you passed out in the middle of the path with cuts and bruises," he says.

"I honestly don't know," I lie. I don't trust him enough to tell him what I found. For all I know, these people could kill me in an instant.

I shudder at the thought of my head hanging in Will's office. I lose my appetite and set the fork down.

"Done already?" I don't respond and yawn.

He laughs. "Looks like somebody has to get some more sleep."

"Shut up buddy," I say but my eyes are already closed.

~•~

"Let me go!" I yell at the man who's dragging me. I am pushed into a chair and my hands are pulled back. I wince in pain as I feel something very tight bind my wrists together.

I struggle and almost fall over in the chair. Note to self: Never struggle in a chair with your hands tied behind your back.

I scream for help but the man just laughs. "No one to save you now sweetheart. Not even your so-called big brothers."

I scream once more as he gags my mouth.

~•~

I shoot up in bed, panting. I see Hunter on the floor snoring. Really, whoever he's owing must be important for him to stay here.

I look at the clock and see that it's already midnight. I slept for a day?!

I move, trying to reach the glass of water on my bedside table. I accidentally shove it and the contents spill. The bad news is, instead of the floor is Hunter.

He yelps in surprise and accidentally bangs his head on the table, causing the glass to fall. He catches the glass luckily, or we would have a bloody case here.

"What the heck Elle?! Are you trying to kill me?" He yells. I laugh and stop when I see his eyes turn from green to black.