Short Stories

Bloody Love

I sat in a seat against a brick wall. My hair was up in a bun as the heat wave rolled over everywhere one in the station. Two hours ago, the air conditioner broke. Now all of us were waiting for our train.

Finally, about another hour later, the train rolled up. People started getting their things and moving to the train. I pulled my beanie onto my head and took a stand with the crowd. My bag bumped my hip, making me remember why I'm here. The train doors open and I forgot why I had to leave. I piled in with every one else.

I took a seat in the back by the far window, by myself. Every seat was taken, the cool air hitting our exposed, sweaty skin. I close my eyes as the train took off to the next stop.

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I woke up to commotion. A boy was running past my window, towards the doors. Men, I thought, yelled at the boy to stop and to surrender. But the boy didn't even look behind him or hesitate to jump into the train. Not knowing of the commotion, the train took off. The doors closing behind the boy, the boy hurried and took a seat. That seat was next to mine.

I glanced at the boy. Every one else was trying hard not to look. He had green eyes and black hair. His nose was dripping blood and a bruise was forming upon his cheek.

While he has yet to look out the window beside me, he hasn't noticed me either. I noticed him though. He was handsome and he has this bad boy aura. A silver cross hung from his neck off a chain. I smile slightly. Not all bad. I think to myself.

The boy turned his head and his eyes met my blue ones. They widen in surprise. That's when he noticed the mostly full train, a blush rose in his cheeks.

"Fuck." He whispered, his voice deep I blinked and gave him a small smile.

"You have a bloody nose." I pointed out, my voice coming out calm. "I have tissues in my bag."

He blinked and raised a hand to touch his nose. He flinched and pulled his hand back, blood staining his fingers. "That bloody asshole." He groaned. He looked at me again. "Yes, I would like some tissues."

I dug into my bag and pulled some our and gave them to him. My bag was still open. My knife glinting in the light of the train. He caught the gleam and his head shot up to me. His green eyes blazed with a new emotion.

"Who are you?" He rasped. I look at him, getting every detail about him. I saw the outline of a knife in his pocket. I smile and hold up my hand, my wrist showing. On my wirst, the was a tattoo of a six pointed star inside the star held a triangle. My gang symbol, the one I'm running from.

His eyes turned cold and hard. I frown and put my hand down. I wanted to explain why I'm on this train, taking this route to nowhere. To get away.

"I'm leaving it." I say softly. His eye brow raised. "I can't do it anywhere."

"So you weren't sent a head to try and cut me off?" He asked. I shook my head. I remember before I had left, I was ask to see the leader for my next assignment. Hearing this boy say that, I figured out that assignment.

"No, but penalty for leaving is death. So I had to leave." I replied.

He smiled then. He looked cute with the boyish grin. "Well then, how about we desert this place together?"

I hesitated. Not knowing this boy gave me an edge, but I knew I had to make a choice. Let this boy leave with knowing who I was or go with him.

Making up my mind, I met his green eyes and nodded. "Sure."