Broken

Chapter 7: The Hunt

Clarabelle's POV

I make it to a clearing outside the college right when my body registers the pain,"Fuck that hurts like a bitch!" I scream out in pain."Did you hear that?" one of the security guards shout to his buddy,"Hear what?"
"I guess it was nothing".
"Your just too paranoid".
"You're right about that", and they walk off laughing. I exhale a breath I didn't know I was holding and look down at my stab wound. I tear off a piece of my shirt and make a makeshift bandage. I'll have to use the gardener's first aid kit when I get there. With that I limp my way to the gardener's little hut where he keeps his tools when he isn't here. If I remember correctly he shouldn't be here, but that doesn't mean he isn't here. With that I make my towards the hut with even more caution that usual, my ears straining to hear footsteps and my eyes peeled for movement. I make it to the gardener's hut and open the door softly, and a good thing I did because he was wandering around looking for something. I sneak up behind him and grab a pair of garden shears. I quickly wrap my hand around his mouth and stab him in the gut. A feeling of giddiness flowed through me as I stab him again, and again, and again. I only stop when his internals were spilling on the floor and let him go. I sigh and walk around to find that damn first aid kit. When I find it, the memory of Jonathan stabbing me in the leg. Why would he do it, I grab my head and shake it, he loves me, he loves me, HE LOVES ME! He...what did he do again? I know it was about Jonathan, but that's always the case. I never have bad memories about him, only holes in the tapestry of memories. I look down at my leg in confusion, when did that get there. I shake my head again, I don't need to worry about that, I need to dress this wound. I start poring rubbing alcohol on it then wrap it in gauze. After that I wrap up the dead gardener and tuck him away somewhere and clean up the mess to the best of my ability. When that was all done I make my way to the hospital, there's some unfinished work I have.

Cameron's POV

Is it my turn to finally present? It is, yay! Anyway, as you know my name is Cameron, but call me Cam. My eye color is stormy gray, but I prefer purple colored contacts. Why? Well why the hell not, plus the color purple is cool. Anyway, back to the story, I was unlocking my dorm room and saw my roommate and childhood friend Ian sitting on the couch watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S with a box of tissues,"Marcel noooo! You can't leave!," he wipes a tear away,"What is my reason to live now!" I throw my bag at the couch,"Well one of them is to achieve your dream of becoming a politician", he looks at me with a look of hopelessness,"But Marcel is gone!" I shake my head while chuckling to myself. I swear that kid can watch a person get hit and not bat an eye, but when it comes to a TV show or animal he is the most emotional person on the Earth. I grab a soda from the fridge and crack it open taking a swig. My phone vibrates and look down at it revealing that Mike was calling me. To all of you people that ship Jonathan and Mike (like me) I'm not gay for him, I'm actually straight. He just gave me his number so we could talk later if he gets the chance."Hello?"
"This is Jonathan, Mike's roommate, he wanted me to call you and have you come to the hospital". My eyes widened a bit,"I'll be there in few". I hang up and let Ian know I'm leaving, for a response I hear a loud sob. Again I chuckle to myself, grab my keys, and head out. As I was walking to my car I see a platinum haired lady crouched low, I dismiss the thought thinking she was high or drunk. You'd be surprised by how many people I've seen act like this. Their reason being like a dragon was stalking them or they thought this was the way to Candy land. I walk to my car and head to the hospital. After about half an hour I pull up to the hospital's parking lot and find a spot, or at least what I thought was one. There was a motorcycle in my way, so I did what any reasonable person did. I got out if my car, moved the motorcycle out of the way putting it in a nice place in the grass. With that done I park my car in it's rightful place and walk up to the hospital."Can I help you?", I look down at the lady behind the counter. She had a soft brown hair color with hazel eyes. Her skin tone was a little bit on the light side from working indoors for most of the time. Also, since you met me when I was sitting down, I'll let you know I'm 6'8"."I'm looking for Micheal Anderson", she looks down at the computer for a little bit then back up,"He's right down the hallway last door on the left'.
"Thank you very much".
"Just doing my job", she replies in a cheerful voice. I make my way down to Mike's room and see him lying on the bed with a well built, stocky boy about my age sitting next to Mike."Hey Cam," I look towards Mike and see the bandage on his abdomen."What happened here?", I points towards the bandage."A crazy psycho stabbed me", he replies with a straight face.
"I'd say that's something you don't want to do, but I can't control it if girls literally want your heart". I earn a laugh from Mike with that."By the way Mike, whose that over there", I point to the man that's sitting next to Mike,"This is Jonathan, my roommate", he pats the other guys arm. The man stands up, he might be shorter than me by a heck ton but looks like he could take me down on second. He holds out his hand and I shake it,"So what was the cause of that?" They fill me in on what happened and my eyes widened. Almost on cue we hear the phone in the room go off and I walk towards it."Hello?"
"Sir stay in your room and block off the door as much as you can!", I recognize the voice of the last up front, but instead of being cheerful it was full of fear."Just stay insi-" was all she could get out. A chilling voice came out saying,"I'm here to find someone, do you mind helping me".

Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. Just been sorting through some stuff and facing writers block. I will make sure that I update more. Also if you didn't catch it, Clarabelle changed her memory because she couldn't handle the thought of Jonathan hating her. See you in the next chapter!