Tracked

Chapter 2

I don’t know if I could call it falling, more like sky diving with out the parachute or any safety equipment. The drop felt like it was taking an hour but it had only been a few seconds before I landed into a tree, almost snapping the branch. I stayed in the tree for a few seconds, picking out the dry leaves out of my bright red hair. I climbed up a few branches and looked back to the building. The Tracker stood at the broken window searching for me at the ground. I ducked my head back into the tree’s leaves so he wouldn’t notice me. I looked to over on to the wound on the shoulder. Blood stained my shirt. I would have to get the bullet out to avoid an infection. It still hurt, but I tried my best to ignore it, I had much bigger problems.

After a few minutes I climbed out of the tree and wiped down myself from leaves. I usually didn’t leave my apartment much and this was the main reason why. I had to make an exception today because I ran out of coloured contacts. They were usually delivered to me but they called and told me I’d have to pick them up.

As I walked down the crowded paths I saw another Tracker in a dark leather jacket. I turned and entered a small clothing store to get away from him. As I was there I didn’t see a reason not to browse around. As I did I came across a cute brown and pink zip-up hoodie. I grabbed it off the rack, knowing it was my size and went to the counter.

The lady running the counter looked like she was in her late teens. She chewed a piece of gum and seemed to want everyone to notice. “Is that al-oh my god! What happened to your shoulder?” she looked at me with a mix of confusion and concern.

“I tripped.” I gave an uneasy smile and shrugged. She seemed convinced as she swiped the jumper under the scanner. I gave her the exact amount of cash and she gave me a bag with the clothing inside. “By the way, I love you eyes! Is one of them like contacted or something?” she asked.

“No, it’s natural.” I replied and left the store putting on the jumper to hide the blood on my shoulder.

Before I went back to my apartment I quickly collected my coloured contact lenses at the optometrist and ran back home. My only friend greeted me as I opened the door. “Vi, what took you so-“ Her words drifted as I took off my new jumper. She saw the blood that stained my shirt. She hurried to the kitchen to find a cloth and then ran through the wall to get some tweezers. Did I mention that she was also a pure gifted one? Her parents died two years after mine and since then we’d been living together. Her only power was to walk through walls, which was considered an average power but it was great to have to escape the Trackers.

Our eyes are the tools used to discover if we are a gifted one. If your eyes were like mine, two very different colours it meant you were very powerful and strong. If your eyes were like Anne’s, the same colour but very different shades it meant that you had an average power. If you were a half blood it means you’d have the same colour of similar shades. 

I quickly cleared the table and tore the sleeve off my shirt as she entered the room with many objects placed it her arms. “Vi, this looks really bad, how long has it been in there?” She asked eyeing the wound.

“An hour.” I replied and looked over to it. The poison laced inside the bullet could cause sever infections easily. I couldn’t see much, only blood and a lot of it.

“Why couldn’t you pull it out using your gift?” She asked, pouring alcohol of the tweezers.

“Because I need to be able to see it. Hurry up and get this damn thing out of me.” I cursed.

She silently counted to three before she plunged the metal into my shoulder. I let out a scream as she searched for it inside of me. I shoved my fist into my mouth and started biting it so I’d stop screaming. Sweat dripped from my forehead and I could taste blood pouring out of my fist but I refused to stop biting. Baby. She thought.

"Do you wanna know how it feels? I can make it happen." She shut up. 

She was still searching for the needles and even know it had only been a minute it felt like an eternity. It felt like I was being stabbed with something sharp, coated with a burning liquid and the object was wandering around inside of me, going deeper. I could feel it touch my edge of my collarbone and then I felt something being grabbed. 

She took it out moments later and I swear I’ve never been more thankful in my entire life. She placed the bloody bullet in a small bowl of water. We watched as the blood danced around and emerged with the water to create a very light shade of red. She used the tweezers and took the bullet out of the bowl and looked at it closely. All Trackers engraved their names in their bullets so when one of us died they’d know who killed it and awarded them. “Oh crap.” Anne cussed, as she saw the name. I looked at it and swore.

M. Algoma

The Algoma family is one of the longest lines of Trackers to ever of existed. They were intelligent, fast and cunning, the perfect Tracker. They were known to always get the job done. They were the family that killed my parents and almost me. I thought I lost them years ago.

“We are screwed.” We said in union.