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Chapter 4 Peter

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There were police and flashing lights from the fire truck then blackness was all I could remember. I'm guessing I collapsed after the fire or something, I could barley breathe after getting out of the building. I opened my eyes to the bright, plain, white walls of a and hospital room. A tube was running through my nose and my vital signs were beeping on a monitor. I felt so wheezy, like it was still hard to grasp air. No one was in my room so I just remained laying, breathing heavily on my white bed for a minute. Abruptly, it felt like I was shocked with electrical wires and I could feel my eyes roll back into my head. My monitoring machine started to beep faster and louder. The noise faded to a faint beeping and I couldn't control my body or my eyes. It felt like my arms and legs were both functioning on their own. My eyes were rolling around in the back of my head uncontrollably yet I still felt awake, it was the strangest thing. Before the nurses got to calm me down, I saw something, like a dream, like a vision. A tall, (good looking) guy with almost jet black hair and dagger piercing blue eyes was running around a dirty corner downtown. He was draped in a big, black tee shirt, the wind blowing through his messy hair. I saw a glimpse of the time on the tall, illuminated clock tower in the background; 6:53pm. But what day? I wondered. The guy with black hair turned another corner, the ground covered with old papers and beer bottles, the alley was dark, lined with bricks both red and rusty black. The running guy repeatedly looked over his shoulders, sprinting with all of his body, then climbed eagerly over a tall chain link fence to another ally. I was trying to figure why he was running, then I saw it. He was holding a USB stick In his palm, securely hidden under his sweater. He glanced back at his followers, they were big men in suits and sunglasses--douches, and they looked angry, more like really pissed, yea, pissed. I was scoping out the scene for details and saw the name of the douche's company plastered on their black SUV; it read 'Ramcor corp'. Never heard of it, but then again I'm not so in the times, I guess. I got a good last look at the guy with the black hair, he had a sharp jawline and his eyes were like crystals, looking right through me, and he was fast too, but obviously a thief. Too bad. The biggest and tallest douche guy( only guys who sunglasses 24-7 or at night are douches) was like pitbull, or a naked mole rat ( no offence pitbull). The last thing I saw was the mole rat's. Fist quiver with anger as he slammed the brick wall as the tall guy disappeared behind the chain link.

I slowly saw the burry room come back to sight after seeing my 'vision'. A few nurses were plugging wire things into machine things and pressing buttons on my monitoring machine stuff. I felt dazed and nauseous, like waking up from a long nap in the evening, disorientated. I yawned and sat up, I was sure I was good enough to go, why was I even here? I peered at my hand, it was thumping, like my heart was beating in my palm and wrapped in bandage. "Excuse me? Am I free to go now?" I asked pulling at my IV tube, to a nurse fiddling with some stuff in the corner of my white room. She turned around and give a sympathetic smile, "not too long, dear" she replied. I gave her a weak smile, but it really just wanted to rip everything off and walk right out. The hospital had this odd smell I just didn't like, It was a few hours later when they decided I was stable enough to leave. Relieved, I ripped of my chords and tubes and got my clothes back. After I opened the door my mom wrapped me in a hug with teary eyes, blubbering about how worried she was. I gave a little smile, but was quiet most of the way home.

Once I got home I flopped on my bed, sighing, and sunk into the thoughts floating around my brain. About that vision... I wouldn't let it just happen again, something bad, whatever was going on, looked big. But I mean.. I don't even know the street they were on, however, I know where the clock tower Is. Soon I had a plan, tomorrow at 6:50 (approximately) I would go to the street by the clock tower and try to stop him myself. How was I gonna stop a criminal running from some big time company? I still have no idea, but I gotta try something, I can't just sit back and let it happen. I pulled my laptop up to my lap from the floor and clicked the power on. The windows logo flashed onto the screen and I tapped my fingers impatiently as it loaded. I opened the internet right away and typed in "Ramcor corp." into Google search. It came up with a little company biography. I shifted the laptop and looked closer. " Ramcor Corporation is a mega million dollar company that builds many of our newest scientific technology" ... And so on. It read some crap about it being corrupt and not sharing everything with the media Hm, so I guess that guy stole a file from one of their projects or something. My gut was filling with butterflies, anxiously thinking about when the moment would come when he comes running down the street. I just couldn't get that guy out of my head.

The next day I left the house at 6:34 and arrived at the street, I hoped, was the right street and sat myself on a bench. I looked behind me at the tall clock tower. The Victorian style clock was one of the tallest and most beautiful buildings I'd ever seen. The hand ticked and ticked. The time reached 6:51. My foot began tapping impatiently on the cement sidewalk., 2 minutes. Only 2 minutes. I watched the people busily shuffle along the sidewalk and focused on all the buildings downtown and all the bricks. I nearly missed the guy from my vision head down the street in front of me, just across the road. I jolted up and panicked a little. What if he's a killer? I looked around nervously before running across the street. I felt like a maniac. I yelled in his direction, "hey you. Black shirt guy!" He paused for a moment and swooped around to face me, kinda confused. I stood awkwardly in the start of the ally. I stared at him for what seemed like 3 minutes or something, he was here. Right in front of my eyes. I am changing what happened, am I changing fate? I quickly remembered the douchebags following him and realized we couldn't just chill here. I was second guessing my judgement right now but I already am stuck in this so I didn't have much to loose, " um, follow me" I blurted.

He looked at me dumbstruck, with the same crystal eyes, jabbing right through my green eyes I saw before. I sighed when he didn't move and grabbed his sleeve, quickly pulling him behind me. Oh my god, what am I doing? I continued straight on the road he was running along before and ducked into one of my favourite book stores and took him to the back of the store. I was wearing a dark green coat and black jeans, with some converse but my hands were freezing, so I stuffed them in my pockets. I glanced up at his puzzled gaze. " who- who are you?" He asked. "My names Violet, what's yours?"I replied. "Peter, he said, cutting himself off, " what are thinking...Violet?" He almost shouted at me. "Hey, I'm just trying to help here, it's a long story ok, but I knew you were gonna be there, and what I read about Ramcor online wasn't all good, I honestly don't know why I'm helping you but,, I guess I just did." He looked around us and leaned in, he was absolutely shocked and confused, it was more than obvious. He flailed his arms in the air before responding. "You know about Ramcor?" Was all he managed to sputter. " I researched about it" I explained, "now you mind telling me why the douchebags are after you? What's on the USB?" He looked like he could faint. "How do you--whatever, ya, I stole it cuz I know Ramcor is just up to a bunch of shit, ok?" "Ok.." I looked down, then back up at him, I guess you should go then? Those.. Dudes are looking for you right?"

He sighed, rubbing the USB like a reminder it's still there then nodded. "Where are you headed?" I asked, just out of curiosity. " I don't know really, I've got a friend who's gonna try to decipher the encryption on this baby." He said motioning at the USB. I couldn't help but blush when looking at him, the way he was leaning against the bookshelf, so casually. " Your pretty calm, I pointed out "stolen a couple usb's? " he laughed and sighed. "No, not Usb's, just some other crap." I nodded, smiling. His smile was so contagious. Wait... am I falling for some random federal standard wanted criminal, in a bookstore right now? He interrupted my thoughts with his smooth voice" do ya.. Wanna come with me? You seem pretty interested." His voice trailed off. I thought about what my mom thought I was doing- just buying some books, and then I thought about going with Peter, something in his small grin made say yes.

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