Angel Slayers

Stolen in the Night; Part 2

I wasn't sure how long we'd been trudging through the thick and vasr forestry yet.
I was still perched on Zeeke's back, arms slung over his shoulders as he ducked and weaved through the vast flora.
It was long enough he should of dropped me hours ago. The night sky wasn't as dark as it had been before and the stars where starting to disappear.
I knew it was late when he dragged me out of bed, but judging from the sky that had to have been more than three or fours hours ago.
The car chase hadn't been that long, although it was quite bumpy.
Had he been carrying me for the past two or three hours?

"Zeeke," I was the first to speak since he offered to carry me.

"Yes?"

"How long have we been walking?"

"Two hours." He answered softly.

It hasn't taken me long to figure out he wasn't the very talkative type. I pinned it on his shy demeanour and didn't take it personally.
I wanted to press for further details but I knew I would get the same sort answers.

"Will Rex be okay?" It had been so long since we'd seen him.

"He always is," Zeeke brushes the question off.

Zeeke didn't seem that worried, but I was beginning to doubt this guy had any emotions.
He didn't flinch when bullets where flying towards us. He didn't jump when Rex showed up out of nowhere, banging on the car door.
The only time I've seen him fidgety is when he's forced to talk to me.
Was I making him uncomfortable? I had accused him of kidnapping and stalking.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" Asking him outright was the only way I was going to get any answers.

"No."

"Have you ever had a full conversation with someone?"

"Shh," He hushes me.

"What?" I demand.

"Nora, be quiet," he whisper yells.

I sense the tense air around him and bite my lip to stop myself from asking him what's wrong.
He carefully sets me on the ground and pulls a knife out of his boot.
On closer inspection I realised he was wearing military grade hiking boots.
I stood in silence, now was not the right time to bombard him with questions.
I listened to the sound of rustling and heavy footsteps.
Zeeke pushes him behind me and held the knife out towards the noise.

"Ace?!"

"Nora?!" A tall boy with dark orange hair and pale blue eyes stares at me with shock.

"You know him?" Zeeke asks me, disbelief all over his face.

"He's my ex-boyfriend," I barely believe it myself.

I gave Ace a quick once over. Instead of uniform and a tie, he was sporting camouflage gear.
He had dark green googles sitting on his head, pushing his normally casual hair back in a more formal and combat ready style.
His face was scratched up, and those warm familiar eyes where giving me a cold stare.
Ace took a few rushed steps forward and made a grab for my arm.
He was stopped short, as the tip of Zeeke's blade pressed against his throat.

"Don't." Zeeke had lowered his voice, giving the threat in a deep, authoritative tone.

"Nora, reach into my back pocket, grab my phone out," Zeeke ordered.