Run Away With Me

Chapter 27: Octopus' legs are getting cut off?

They look at me.

I look at them.

And discomfort sits on my shoulder.

We have been like this for about five minutes already, sitting across each other in silence. I expect them to break it, considering they were the ones that barged into the room I have been stuck in for half a day already.

"So," Carl, as he had introduced, pronounces in that deep voice of his. I look at him and at the three other in the room. Two of them stand in each corner, Carl stands at the foot of my bed and Princeton, a guy on steroids, on the other side.

I feel attacked.

I suck my lips into my mouth and avoid Princeton's glare.

Carl takes out a small notepad and pen, and one of the guys standing in the corner follow suit.

"What's your name?"

"Nadir Tyler." I don't hesitate in my reply, too accustomed with lying.

"And who is Loopie?" Okay, they have some of my information.

"A nickname of mine." Carl nods at my answer, but I'm not sure if he believes me or not. I shrug it off.

"What do you remember of the scene?" That's a good question! Man, I do not know.

I mean, I have some guesses, but with no way of knowing if they are true. I've been secluded in this room since I've woken up, and Christola hasn't made a second visit since. I can lie and lead them down another road, but I fear that Orla woke up and told them stuff.

Or maybe Jamaica finally decided to talk or something.

The only things I know of the situation are three things. I was in Heat, I somehow ended up outside, Nao is the Lost. By connecting these dots and trying to form a triangle, I paint the picture of me crawling out of that hole in my hazed state, attracting werewolves/supernaturals and... Nao and Orla coming to my rescue?

Well, if that's the case, shit went down.

"What I remember of the scene?" I look up, thinking up a quick lie, but then decide to just go with the truth, although a bit distorted. "I don't know." Princeton stiffens, annoyed. I hold my hands up and backtrack, afraid that the man will somehow jump me. "I-I mean," I fake stutter, "I passed out."

"Elaborate." I overlook Carl's commanding tone, hiding my own annoyance.

"Okay, um, we were walking and a Lost came... and attacked us?" I shrug.

"We received word that you trespassed on territory." Oh, right, there was that, too.

"Yeah, yeah, we were running away from some people."

"People?" Princeton interrupts.

"Yeah, people, Princeton. Rogues aren't exactly liked." My sarcasm can be heard all the way in South-America and I cringe when he leans in, hardening his stare. I purse my lips shut and let my eyes wander. "So, as I was saying." I look at the-less-threatening-appearing Carl. "We were running away from some people and we accidently crossed the border."

"And?" Man, I was about to continue, let me talk Princeton.

"And," I draw out, "we-" I pause, unsure if I should say how Elizabeth covered for us, maybe they'll give that piece of information to the Peace Pack. But we got Yaya back, shouldn't they have been alerted by our involvement?

Questions, questions.

I've paused too long, what should I say instead?

"We...?" Carl asks.