Every Broken Part (Series)

Chapter Eleven.

D E V I N

I looked around, everyone walking around as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Heads turned my way as their eyes widened when they landed on me. Paranoia set in as people began to crowd around me. I turned my head away, trying to go unnoticed. The simple tasked felt nearly impossible as I stumbled into a hard chest. My legs backed away as an automatic response, darting in the opposite direction of the man. I took notice everyone seemed to be dressed in darker clothing, lined with armor along the arms and legs. Many of them had weapons across their belts, knives in holsters. It was if they were ready to go to war at any moment. Go to war with what, exactly? People of every shape and color clouded around the lively city. Many of them had ink all up and down their arms, some on their faces. My brain felt as if I just walked into an alternate universe.

    "It's her!" I heard a voice yell as I turned my head around. The girl who yelled this had hair as red as fire itself, with caramel coated skin. Harsh ink ran up and down her arms, stopping just at her neck. I ducked my head, trying to disappear from her curious eyes. Slowly, more and more people seemed to notice as almost all eyes were drawn to me. My breathing picked up as I ran around the busy traffic of people, completely and utterly lost.

    I turned back around to face the building I came from. This building was the biggest of them all. It was all black, with red lights reflecting off it. Everything in this city seemed to look futuristic, almost from another world. An arm latched around mine and began pulling me back towards it. My arm tingled with delight as I recognized it as Graizen's. A feeling of warmth settled in me as I looked up at his tall figure next to mine. His silver eyes didn't dare look down to mine as he pulled me away from the crowds of people. A small part of me felt gratitude towards him as I was lead away from wandering eyes. I tried to pull away from him, but it was no use. Everyone seemed to grow silent as they spotted Graizen. He pulled me back into the house, setting me onto a jet-black couch. I pushed his arms away from me, giving him a look filled with anger. A feeling of loss encased me as his arms pulled away from mine.

    "You know, you're quite dramatic."

    I despise that word.

    A smile tugged at his face as he crossed his arms in front of me. Him and his daunting comments. I can imagine he thrives off of the pain of others. He sure seems to enjoy mine. I looked away from him. Is dramatic the only adjective they know around here? My heart was beating out of my chest with every second that passed. They probably brought me here to be their human prisoner. Or, to kill me in some sacrifice ceremony. The possibilities are endless. My mind was a complete blur of information. Millions of questions were running rampant through it. My breathing was loud in my ears as I tried to steady myself.

    "And you're a psychotic freak." I growled out, once again trying to avoid his eyes. It was nearly impossible. I could feel those silver orbs staring daggers into me.

      "I'm taking you figured out we're underground, guessing by the panic attack you're currently having." His eyes didn't leave mine as he said this. I looked down at the ground in defeat as I held my head in my hands. Every emotion was clawing to get to the surface as I braced the couch. I closed my eyes, as a shiver of anxiety crept up my body.

    "What the hell was that, Graiz?"

     A girl with platinum blonde hair came around the corner. She was about my height, with a stronger build. She had light skin, and soft eyes as she approached us. Her orbs held sympathy in them as they landed on me. I let myself relax, grateful another female came to my aide. She raised her fist, violently punching Graizen in the shoulder. His face grew hard as he turned away from her. My eyes widened as I stared at the girl. She must have a death wish.