The Twisted Ones [HIATUS]

Chapter Fifteen

Run away girl

Ace
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Waking up the next morning because someone was yelling bloody murder, and when I turned to look at the time... it was still too early for this shit. I groaned as I sat up from the bed, the person beside me still asleep. Lucky her, she couldn't hear anything. I turned towards the door and as I did Amber entered.
"Holy shit! Ace you're awake, goddammit! Axel isn't here." She yelled, my brow rose asking for more information. "Mark saw him gone, and Taiyo is gone too, Nishi said so." I stood up, they were actually scared that they were gone?
Axel and Taiyo, can handle themselves and I know they will be back. When Amber left, I decided to not tell Melody and just walked out.
I decided to help, go out and look around. I saw Wendy and asked her if anyone was out there, she told me Gunther and Mark went out to look for them so I volunteered.
She looked at me like she didn't want me to go, then she sighed signing; 'okay, you can go.' And I went off, carrying my phone and a gun in which Wendy told me to use if I really needed it. And I was off.

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I've been looking for a few minutes now, where could those two be? They wouldn't go unnoticed or anything right? Taiyo knows that, but where the fuck are they? I then texted Wendy.

Have you called them? :Ace

Wendy: yes we did, but their phones are at home. I'm worried, please if you meet up with Gunther and Mark, tell them to hurry up. And you, stay safe.

I will, and I'll look out for Gunther and Mark. Tell Amber to calm down and Gabe too... thanks. :Ace

Wendy: i will.

After that short exchange with Wendy, I heard rustling of bushes, I placed my phone inside my pocket got ready with my gun out to shoot whatever threat may come.
I sneered when the bush moved sideways like it was shivering or, if someone was inside and trying to find a way out. I grew closer, my gun still aimed at the bush. I wanted to shoot right then and there, but it could be an animal or a person in need of help. But my guesses are as good as me dead. Fuck.
But what I didn't expect to come out, was a little girl covered in dirt and mud, her hair tangled and braided into a messy braid. Her emerald green eyes showed fear so I let loose and just lowered my gun. She trembled in front of me, her little hands hugging whatever clothes she has on, because it was all tattered and ripped.

"P.. Please... do-don't hurt m...me..." she said, her voice barely audible. I then parted my lips, but I didn't want to speak and not to a complete stranger. I then kneeled down and began signing but when I saw the confused look on the little girl's face, I knew she didn't understand me. So I grabbed a stick that laid just beside me and began writing on the dirt.

W h y a r e y o u h e r e ?

I wrote, in wobbly hand writing, she then began crying. "M-My sister is dead,my father ki-killed her. My M-Mommy ra-ran away and left me. So ... I.. I ran a-away too..." she sobbed harder, so I had to reach out to touch her shoulder and wrote down.

C o m e w i t h m e. I w i l l t a k e c a r e o f y o u .

She looked at me with fear and sadness, and she hesitated but she held unto my hand that held her shoulder. "Th-Thank you m-miss." She sobbed. I nodded before I offered to carry her and she accepted, laying her head on my right shoulder as I carried her back to the house.