Don't Touch

Yes Or No?

"I'm telling you this Devil is just wearing some kid's skin," a deep familiar voice said harshly. "We should just put this son of a-"

"Calm down would you Sixx," another familiar voice said, but this one sounded quite feminine. It let out and exsaperated sigh. "Honestly if it weren't for me, you probably would've killed that girl too."

"Not my fault she looks like a Devil-"

Greg's eyes flew open at the sound a harsh slapping sound. He sat up and saw the same duo that'd saved him in the alley way. They were sitting on some high wooden stools glaring at eachother, and judging from the glaring red splotch forming on the boy's cheek he figured the girl must've slapped him across the face.

"You are so lucky that Ryan's your dad..." the boy said but he paused as he saw that the girl was staring at Greg. Slowly the boy turned his head and Greg found himself gazing back at two silvery eyes leering back at him. "Oh look who's finally awake. Little pansy, I didn't hit you that hard."

"Knock it off Sixx," the girl said sternly, then with a dramatic brush of her hair she turned around and called back. "I'm getting my dad. If I get back and see that you did something to him, I swear I'm gonna slap the shit outta you like never before."

The boy acknowledged the comment with a glare, and Greg couldn't help but wonder if these two were related. The boy turned his head back to Greg making him want to shrink back a little but he was already against the wall. So instead of letting the boy know that he was nervous, Greg simply stared back at him. After half a minute or so of staring the boy's scowling face turned into a look of anger, and the tapping of his foot grew faster with annoyance.

"Would you quit!"

"Quit what?" Greg asked honestly confused about what the boy was referring to.

"Quit your goddamn staring." The boy said his voice getting even louder. "It's pissing me off."

"You're staring too." Greg said feeling suddenly bold. "You stare, I stare."

"Well quit."

"You first."

"I'm watching you dammit," the boy said and Greg could see that he was indeed getting under his skin. Though from what he gathered so far about the boy, that was not a hard task whatsoever. "Goddamn Ryan. Should've just let me kill you and that girl-"

After that Greg toned out, as memories of what happened before came rushing through his head. The man following himm and turning into a lizard and trying attacking him. Than a flash of what happened to the lizard went through his head. The explosions of blood and this boy single handedly taking down the lizard. Then afterwards he went after Greg.

Greg shot up from his bed and threw himself against the wall, at the same time the boy got to his feet and moved to block the exit. Greg felt his heart begin to race and pound against chest, everything seemed to get lighter as the adrenaline kicked into his system. Greg glanced at the window just a few feet to his left and wondered if he'd be able to make it.

The boy glanced at the window as well and realisation showed on his face. "Don't-"

Too late. Greg darted for the window and threw it open. He'd nearly gotten halfway through when he felt a set of arms wrap around his waist and drag him back into the room. Greg flailed his arms around and kicked out violently at the boy.

"Quit fu-" the boy began but stopped as Greg caught him in the face with an elbow. Dropping Greg to the ground the boy grabbed at his nose that Greg was sure he broke. "Son of a bitch!"

Greg used the oppertunity he had and made another bee line for the window. But he didn't even take two steps before he was jerked backwards by his shirt. He looked back and saw that the boy had a firm hold of his shirt, his silver eyes were bright with fury as he tossed Greg to the floor. Greg tried to throw the boy off but somehow his shove couldn't even make the boy budge. Greg tried throwing another elbow but a flash of steel and a sharp thud right next to his head made Greg freeze. His eyes slowly moved to the side and he saw a large dagger embedded into the wooden floor.