Herosteve

Steve

I woke up. Wait what I was supposed to be dead I just got buried under enough rocks to suffocate a whale. Did someone get me out I'm in a ravine. That would explain it but no one cared about me. I sat up and threw up over the edge into some lava which didn't really matter since it was just damp dust and stomach acid.

"Hey you're awake" a low gravely voice says.

I flicked around and screamed like a little girl. I fell off the edge in my fit and suddenly someone caught me. I glanced down to see I was above his head the lava up to his waist. He was biting back a scream I could tell. I whimpered and covered my face weakly; as he climbed out of the lower chaotic half of the ravine, and laid me back in the bed. I stared up at his strong figure. He was extremely muscular with cold white eyes. His brows had wrinkles above them for they were always furrowed and angry. His cyan shirt fit tightly over his well toned chest looking like if he flexed just right it'd tear. His jeans went a little past his ankles low enough that he steps on it. His shoes are dark gray leather combat boots. His hands are bound in bloody bandages. Fangs protruded over his lower lip. But the signature and most terrifying feature was his eyes. They were perfectly white no veins or pupils.

"Names Brinery what's yours" he asked. His voice was surprisingly warm and melodic.

"Steve" I found myself uttering through my frozen in shock lips. I was surprised when he actually smiled.

"I'm surprised you lived through that gravel" he said. I nodded.

"Thanks" I say.

"It wasn't me" he scoffed.

"I can tell your hands are all bloody" I replied.

"Oh..." He said looking at them. I reached out and gently took one. He jerked away swerving away from my touch.

"Sorry" I said thinking it was pain.

He looked down and exhaled. There was fear in his eyes from touch. It served him right he killed people for fun right. He offered a hand to me and I gently took it. It was warm and calloused as far as I could tell. I gently unwrapped it revealing scraped knuckles and a gashed palm. I looked up at him and saw his feelings. He was scared and sad wanting to leave this world.

I suddenly stood and hugged him. He froze up and I looked at him. His white eyes were wide and I could almost see a faint green in them. He seemed to not know what to do with his arms.

"Here" I say setting his arms where they should be when hugging.

He smiled and tightened his grip. I was smushed against his chest and for some reason I didn't mind. He smelled nice and looked dare I say it handsome. I pulled away and he seemed to long for a longer hug. I sighed softly.

"I'll be going now" I said and ran off.

"Please don't go" a soft voice whispered. I pretended not to hear.