Dari Cross (On Hold)

Dari Cross part three

It seems like I only closed my eyes for seconds when I jolt awake. Something wasn't right. Like last time. I see Logan bent over something, staring at it intently. "Logan, something is wrong," I say frightened.

He looks at me and blinks,"how so?"

"There just is, I can feel it. That's how I avoided the assassin,"

He nods and pulls out a gun, "get behind the bed and don't come out until I tell you, alright?"

I do as he says and sit behind the bed. I see his boots move as I here his gun click. The door suddenly flys open as three pair of boots move into the room. Gun shots fire as one of the men fall. I hear someone punching and finally hear a loud snap. Another assassin falls. The next one falls dead as another shot is fired. A long pause, and Logan speaks, "Dari,"

I stand and see the three dead men. They all have faimly. They were someones dad. "Don't feel sorry for them, they were trained to kill,"

Logan packs up the various things piled on the desk. "Are you wounded?" I ask.

"No they aren't good shots," he says without looking at me.

Was he lying to me? He finishes and leads me to his silver truck. My heart still pumping with adrenalin a few miles down the road. "Logan? I'm scared,"

"I know, but we need to be brave. I'll drive until it gets dark, but eventually we will need to stop again. We will be fine, alright. I will protect you,"

I blinked and rubbed my mother's necklace. I missed her so much. Why did she have to die? Why wasn't I on the couch instead of her. I was the one they were after. Why am I still alive anyway?

The rest of the day moves by slowly. We finally stop at a gas station for some gas. Before Logan gets out he looks back at me, "Don't scream at the top of your lungs, okay?"

I smile for the first time that day. Logan fills up the car and then walks inside. I sit there, trying to calm myself. Your senses aren't acting up, so nothings wrong. Come on pull yourself together! Everythings going to be fine. In a few minutes Logan walks out with a bag in his hands. Curious to what's inside it, I watch him approach. He opens his door and starts the car. "What did you get?"

He pauses, "I'm going to make new identities for us,"

I blink and nod slowly. "I don't like this either, but we have to do this, you understand?"

I nod again. "How are we going to escape them? Leave the country?"

He shakes his head, "We may have too eventually, but for now I know a place that will be safe for you. I'm then going to try and find the rest of us, before they're all killed off,"

I sit on this thought for a long time. He was going to leave me, wasn't he? What if they found me again and he wasn't there to protect me? I know, I'm supposed to be a strong girl, mentally anyway. But what if you were put into this situation. You would be scared just as much as I am.

It seemed like only a few minutes, but I knew hours had flown by, when the car stopped in another motel parking lot. We get another room and try not to think about the last time. I sit on the bed, my mind still buzzing with questions. "Who's your best friend's name?" Logan asked suddenly.

"Lisa Chandler..."

He nods and bends back over to what ever he was working on. Of course, I assumed it was the new identities he said he was making for us. We sit in silence for a while. I watch Logan bend over the small desk, staring entently. I faintly see the edges of his brown eyes glinting gold in the bright light. I noticed his scruffy brown hair, torn shirt, and faded blue jeans. His huge, perfectly tan muscles. Woah...what am I doing?

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Okay, that was really weird of me. I've only known Logan, or who ever this guy really was, for only about a day and I was already crushing on him. I never do that. Ever. I'm barely even sure what it feels like. And what excatly did I see in him? He was way older than me, right? Maybe he was maybe he wasn't, but now was not the time for this. Now was not the time for my most deepest impulses. I turn away from him, staring at my hands. My mother was dead and I was on the run from the government from something I didn't really understand. It was somehow because I was different, along with eight others including Logan. Did I get that all right? Oh yeah we are also connect by these tattoos. This tiny galixcy with four dots on one side and four dots on the other. I rolled up my sleeve and stared hard at the tattoo like thing.

It was the color of the night, small and oddly shaped, sitting on the inside of my forearm. I placed my finger on the excotic thing when a jolt flew up into my body in a matter of seconds. Logan looked up from his work and cocked his head sideways. He stared at me for a while then went back to making identities. I got his silent message. Don't mess around with something you don't understand. At least that's what I thought he was trying to say. I lay back and stare at the ceiling. I stared at the cracks and stains from past leaks. It had its own story of abuse and love. Its seen dozens of one night stayers. Now, tonight its seeing me. A girl who just lost her mother and is now on the run with someone she doesn't really know.

I sigh and close my eyes. May as well try and get some sleep. I lay there, eyes seeing glowing darkness behind my eye lids. My mind slowly gives way to drift to a better place.