"What a load of bullshit." I exclaimed. I actually liked the name, but it's to pretty to be mine. Blood hound is my title so I intend to keep it.
His eyes stared intensely into mine. God I hated being stared at (hence me giving the bird to the families and children around me). This hope crap he talked about was nothing more than a joke.
Where was my hope when I was locked in darkness with only the water to drink that fell from the ceiling. Hope Is for those who can afford it with money. Money makes the world go around because people will go so far as to slaughter millions of human-beings for it.
"Why not." he said while pouting like a baby.
"Because it's not a name I deserve. I really prefer for you to call me blood hound or monster. It still amazes me how you don't flinch and cower just by standing beside me." I explained motioning to myself.
He continued to stare at me in silence. I was beginning to crack under pressure and just except the name. I sighed in frustration, "Fine." I said breathing out a long puff of air I had been holding in.
"You can call me Jace or Jason if you prefer." he said sincerely.
"I can call you whatever the fuck I want to you little shit." I said proudly.
"Since you clearly won't open up to me quite yet, I'll tell you about myself." Jace said with a calm voice.
"Oh this outta be great." I muttered to myself.
"Ahem." he said clearing his voice.
I laid my head in my hand in defeat. "I am 17 years old and was born in a little town called Flags in Florida." he said with an expression of happiness.
I see where he gets his slightly tan skin. It must have worn off quite a bit from being in this shit-hole for 2 weeks.
He continued his story. "My parents were killed when I was 8 in a head on car wreck. I don't remember much, but I still can remember their voices."
"However their faces fade day by day. I believed that the accident was my fault so I blamed myself so much that it dragged me down to depression. I thought I could make a difference by joining the military straight out of my second year in high school."
" Each day I trained harder in tell I reached the top and had no where to go. I found myself lost at a dead end like my life was. I had been bound to end up there sometime or another. That's how I could bring you down the other night. I will admit, your pretty tough despite being a woman." he said with acknowledgment.
Oh he did not just say that.
Now I had a reason to pummel this bastard and I planned to do it.
song: Take Me With You by Secondhand Serenade
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Blood Hound
RomanceA girl who has no name and is always alone. She is only driven by the sake of survival. She tries to be tough and never speak her feelings, however there is one person who can seemingly see through her. A bartender, with a tragic past who feels lost...
