We camp on the other side of the broken bridge and I am sitting on the edge of the cliff whilst hugging my knees, staring into the stars which shone above me. I take off my shoes and socks to see blisters smothering my soles.
I sigh and as I begin to put my sock back on, I feel something cold spread onto my foot.
It is Daniel putting on a cream on my foot.
Whatever it is, it's working.
"Good," he reads my thoughts. "I stole this from where ran from in the beginning. And then I met- or bumped into you."
I smile.
"Leave the sock off. It needs to soak in. I quickly treat your burns." he gets up and walks behind a tree and comes back with his bag. He kneels down and zips it open to pull out another tube, screws it open and squeezes it open and puts a bit on his index finger.
"Where's your burns?" he asks me.
"Everywhere that stings." I reply.
He frowns. "Where exactly?"
"On my legs, arms, my back."
"I hope I don't sound weird but... can you take you top off?" he asks awkwardly. I glare at him. "Just to put the cream on!"
I take my top off to reveal the burns.
"Damn..." he stares at them.
"Yeah. Can you just put the cream on?" I tell him.
The coldness stabs me into my back and I say a few swear words to signify that it hurts. Badly.
"It will." he reads my thoughts. Again. "Within a few minutes, it will heal."
I nod whilst gritting my teeth as he spreads the cream on my burns.
And he's right.
It doesn't hurt after a few minutes.
"Better?" he swings his legs over the edge of the cliff and sits next to me.
I try not to make eye-contact but I end up doing it. "Yeah..." I smile. "Yes thank you."
He bows his head. "That's good. And your voice sounds better than a few hours ago."
I realise it is.
"Oh yeah." I laugh under my breath. "That attack this morning though... it surely startled you."
"It did." Daniel frowns. "I never thought I would get hunted down by armed people in my life. Well only a couple of times. Once by you."
I raise an eyebrow. "Why's that? I don't even know how to use a gun."
"I don't know. It's just a random thought. In case that Jeanine woman could've controlled you with some kind of... I don't know... substance. Microchips in those sci-fi films."
I stop and think. That could happen-
Knowing Jeanine and all.
That tyrant.
"But what about you? What did you think about? Why did? Because I can hear your thoughts of course."
"About my parents. What they look like. If they're still alive. I don't even know why they left me."
"They left you?!" Daniel exclaims,
"Shut up! Everyone can hear us-"
"When I went to get my bag, everyone was asleep." he interrupts quietly.
I sigh and stare ahead. "I bet someone will wake up at any second."
Daniel smirks. "Yeah right. They are heavy sleepers. Not sure about Lee though."
"Well, we can't tell." I laugh a little bit.
He gets the joke and we just laugh.
His laugh was warm and uplifting and it's just so nice to hear. I want to hear more but I know how everyone will chase after me, it'll be the last time-
"I'll try to protect you at all costs," he says. "You know that, right?"
I didn't know that.
Not a single bit.
I can tell that Daniel is flirting with me. He hasn't been like this to Toboni. To me only.
I shiver in the cold as I am still not used to sleeping without my blue hoodie.
"Here," he takes off his black leather jacket and passes it to me.
"No. No, it's yours." I tell him-
"Take it."
I roll my eyes and the corner of my mouth twitches. "Fine." I sigh and I put it on.
It fits me so well. It's so warm and the compartments inside it-
There's loads of them!
Inside one of them is a dagger with a sheath to protect the metallic blade which gleams in the moonlight. In another one has rolls of bandages, tubes and-
"Why?!" I hold up a syringe and inside me is fueled with fear.
"Just for medicine."
"NO!" I chuck it onto the floor and I stand up. "Goodnight."
I swivel onto my two feet and run away from Daniel.
YOU ARE READING
Playing with Fire
Science Fiction{BOOK ONE IN THE ELEMENTAL TRILOGY - THE FIRST SERIES IN THE 'ELEMENTAL SAGA'} It's the year 2044 and the Great British society had crumbled into despair and anguish. It is until Lawrence Holloway, a nineteen-year-old female, witnesses the tragic tr...