Dark Heroes: chapter one

Warren

Her messy hair had been washed and it now fell straight down her back, though clearly she had done it just before she left as it was still damp. Gone, were the faded shorts and t-shirt, now she stood over me wearing a tight green tank top and black jeans, with a dark leather jacket over her shoulders. Truthfully she looked like a brunette Sandy from the end of grease. Kneeling down next to me, she kept her hand rested on my shoulder. "I mean, obviously you're not okay but like... Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do?" Her words were muffled as she was clearly uncomfortable (which was understandable). "No. No I'm fine" I croaked "Um. Thank you though" For a few awkward moments we stared at each other before she hauled herself to her feet and brushed off her hands. I wiped my face on my arm, took a shaky breath and stood up, wobbling slightly on my numb legs. Suddenly the weight of the situation hit me. Shit! I grabbed my bag, looked down at the floor and started hurrying away before she could ask me any more questions. "Wait! Miss, please wait!" The girl called after me. Shit. I could hear her footsteps hurrying behind me and a second later her hand was around my wrist. What was with this girl and touching me? Did she do this to all strangers? Weird. "Um. No i'm sorry I really need to go", I tried to pull away but her grip was surprisingly strong. "Miss please this is really important. Really very important" she said as she spun me around to face her. "Did you know Lauren?"

I just stared at her, not speaking. Who the fuck did she think she was. "No" I said weakly after a too long pause. "OH right, so you were sat on the floor, crying over this girls grave for no reason?" I felt heat rising to my cheeks. Who the fuck did she think she was? "How dare you?! You don't know me! Leave me alone." My words were angry but the anger didn't reach my raspy voice and I shook myself away from the girl's grip, stalking away. I didn't make it 3 paces before I was shoved from behind with such force, I found myself once again lying on the muddy ground, a throbbing pain right between my shoulder blades. Before I had a chance to move, I felt two hands pulling at my jacket, and she spun me around so I was sat staring up at her, my fingernails digging into the mud, my dress ruined. The look on her face as she looked down at me was one of exasperation and something that looked like pity. She lifted up her foot and held her boot gently atop my chest so I couldn't move. A growing sense of dread rose up as I realised there was only one way out of this. "Now I really am sorry about this but you will tell me how you know Lauren and what you know of her death"

I felt warmth rise in my cheeks at the indignation at being treated like this. I focused on the words I wanted to say and felt an energy seep out of me as I spoke. "Get off of me", my voice calm but commanding. A faint look of confusion passed her face as she removed her boot from my chest and took a step back. Ungracefully, I pushed myself to my feet and stood, brushing grass and mud from the back of dress. "Thank you. Now you're going to let me leave and you're never going to mention the name Lauren to me again." Her eyes widened in shock and I thought she was going to say something, but instead she just stared at me. I turned on my heel and stalked away, leaving the gorgeous and ridiculous woman staring after me.