Chosen (under serious editing)

Chapter Eleven

My eyes opened and I groaned and felt my head. My head ached and I was still a little sore. I felt nice and cosy and warm. I was on a bed. My eyes widened and I sprung up and my breath quickened. I looked at my surroundings. I was in a wooden cabin with a slab fire place with a nice warm blazing fire and furniture.

Am I dead? I pinched myself and cursed under my breath. Nope it's real. I walked to the door and out into the cold. I saw a man probably around nineteen or twenty. He was turned a pig on a stick over a fire. I stared at him.

"It's rude to stare you know." He said getting up from his log and turning to face me. He was tall and Handsome. Dark brown eyes and brown messy hair. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. "Your in shock, here." He said handing me water. I nodded him a thanks and drank it. "You took a nasty fall and you had few nasty cuts but you'll be fine in a couple of hours." He said.

"Who are you?" I asked finally finding my voice. "Aguilar." He said. "And you are?" He asked. "Natalie." I said. "Well then I'll just call you buttercup." He said. I gave him a puzzled look. He shrugged.

"Ok then nimrod." I retorted. That was a bad come back. He laughed and shook his head. "Nimrod? Really best you could up with Buttercup." He teased. I narrowed my eyes and he raised his hands up in surrender.

"So who were you running from?" He asked going back to his pig. "How do you know if I was running for someone or not?" I asked. "You were running through the forest then whacked into me hit your head fell unconscious." He pointed out. "No shit Sherlock." I said with an eye roll.

"And I'm running from these people who I think are called The Blair Institution." I said. He stopped stirring his pig and froze. "Did you just say-" "Yep." I said popping the 'p'. He ran his fingers through his hair. "How long were you there?" He asked. I shrugged. "Thirteen to Fifteen days." I said. "Why?" I asked getting curious.

He looked at me for a moment. He was deciding weather to tell me his story or not. "You should take a seat." He said. I sat down on the log and he cleared his throat.

"A few weeks back I was out having a bit of fun with my friends. We were high on drink. So when I was going home I stumbled into a dark alley way and that's when someone grabbed me and threw me into that metal cage with twenty others. I was drunk so I didn't know what was happening. Then we arrived there and they shoved us into a room telling us there trying to protect us from the Blair Institution.

Then a day later I had a major hangover and realised we were captured. They called out our names on a clip board in order. And when the fourteenth person left I then realised that once you leave that room your a goner. So at night I used to use the vents to see what's going on. I'd always look down an eavesdrop on there conversations. They wanted out blood for a cure to everything. So then on my sixteenth day there I escape with three others but they got captured and was selfish and saved myself. And I've been on the run ever since. Hiding in the forest from there helicopters and men." He said.

"You did what you had to, to survive." I said. "So how did you end up there?" He asked. I shrugged. "Don't know." I replied. "What do you mean you don't know? I was drunk and I still remember." He said. "They erased my Memories so I woke up in a room with fifteen others not knowing who I am or where I came from." I said.

He looked at me and patted my shoulder. "Sorry about that Buttercup." He said. I gave him a small smile and looked up at the clouds. It was to rain soon. I looked down at my watch and it read Twelve fifteen. He took the pig off the fire and took out his pocket knife and took some off it. He handed it to me. "Thanks but no offence I still don't trust you cowboy." I said. "Which is it Nimrod or Cowboy?" He asked. I shrugged. "Both." I said. He shook his head. "Non taken." He said.

I took the bit of meat off him and ate it in the matter of seconds. It tasted so good. "Do you remember your full name?" He asked. I thought for a hard moment and racked through my brain. "Ya it's Natalie Soren." I said. "Did you just say Soren?" He asked raising an eyebrow. I slowly nodded.

"My parents and your parents were best mates." He said. "What do you mean by were?" I asked knitting my eyebrows. "Well your parents died a few years back probably 18 years ago." He said. I nodded sadly. "Your sister will be happy to see you, I'm heading to the kingdom of Taslamar where my family is and your sister is also there." He said.

"Really?" I asked. "No Buttercup I'm telling you this for no reason. Of course they are." He said. "Well sorry." I scowled. "No need to get snappy." He said. "No need to be a know it all." I said.

He shared the rest of the pig with me and he began packing up his stuff. He packed a few knifes and he grabbed his bow and sword. "Can I have one?" I asked nodding at the other bow and quiver. He laughed. "I don't trust you Buttercup." He said with a laugh. I pouted and did puppy eyes. He gritted his teeth. "Fine." He grumbled and handed me them. I smiled and put the quiver on my back along with the bow like he did.

"You know how to use them Buttercup?" He asked. I shrugged. He sighed. "Quick practice." He said. I took the bow off my back and grabbed an arrow. "Pretend that tree is one of doctors." He said. I put the arrow on the bow and shot the tree." "Nice Buttercup, rusty but good." He said. "I must of been an archer." I said proudly. "I doubt it Buttercup." He said with a chuckle and we headed south.

Happy new year everyone xxx