I sat on my bed, running a hand through my vibrant, cherry red hair. I focused my emerald green eyes on my plain black bedsheets. I wore the clothes the government gave me; jeans and a black hoodie. Not that I complained. It was kind of my style. I, sadly, was an only child. Which meant that I was the only child who had to deal with a "Guardian". And I had no one my age to talk to about it. We were all required to be homeschooled. Although it was more strict here, in Chicago. When you had a "Guardian", there was no privacy. Ever. Even when you had to use the bathroom, they were required to stand outside your door. Even now, all I'm doing is sitting down on my bed. My "Guardian" was leaning against the wall. He had dark brown hair and emerald green eyes. But while my eyes held a fire, his held a coldness and dark amusement. He turned to me, a sly smirk on his features. They were meant to make us feel safe. I felt anything but. My parents were both out working, but of course they trusted him.
"This is kind of boring." He commented, still smirking at me.
I rolled my eyes, plugging in my earbuds. "Oh shut up Dallas." I growled at him, my voice thick with an Australian accent.
Dallas immediately straightened, his eyes glittering with...I don't know. It scared me a little bit. He wanted a reaction. He stepped towards me slowly. All "Guardians" wore black t-shirts with black dress pants and army boots. They usually carried a gun in their back pocket and something else in their boot or belt-loop. I don't know why they bother.
"You know you're not allowed to talk to me like that, Henna." He said smoothly.
I rolled my eyes again and pointed to my earbuds. "Not listening." I mouthed.
Dallas pulled out my earbuds violently. Before I could say another word, he had me pinned down to the bed. I glared up at him. He just smirked. That's not how it worked. I raised my knee, kneeing him where the sun don't shine. As soon as his grip slackened, I leapt off the bed and made a run for the door. He, being a "Guardian", recovered quickly. He grabbed my arm tightly. There would probably be a bruise there later. Dallas slammed my back against the wall. I cried out slightly and grew a little dizzy from the force of the impact. He growled lowly at me, clearly pissed off. I jerked my wrist from his grasp, watching as my fist connected with his jaw. He was clearly surprised. I allowed myself a small burst of pride and satisfaction before I started running again. I made it out of the room before I felt someone grab my hair. Dallas. He pulled me towards him before slamming me down to the ground. I whimpered slightly. Damn. He stood over me.
"I don't know why you bothered trying~" He cooed down at me as if I was a child.
I worked a mouthful of spit and spit in his face. He growled and wiped the spit from his face. He raised his fist and I knew I was going to get the beat down. I closed my eyes tightly, waiting. He had me pinned down to the ground now. That's when I heard a crashing noise, like breaking glass. I could feel Dalla's glare.
"Shut up. Don't say another word." He growled, a warning note to his voice.
Then I felt a weight being lifted off of me. I opened my eyes a looked up. A figure in a gray hoodie had just ripped Dallas off of me. Dallas growled, grabbing the gun from his back pocket. Before he could use it, the figure kicked the gun out of Dallas's hand. The gun skid across the floor. The figure then grabbed Dallas by the collar and slammed him against the wall.
"It's not very nice to hurt a lady." His voice had a Russian tinge to it.
He slammed Dallas against the wall again. I watched as Dallas fell limp. Unconcious. I stood up a little unsteadily. The figure turned to face me.
"And you..." He stepped forward, towards me.
We were almost face to face, although I couldn't see anything under the hood.
"I'm going to need you to come with me."
