FOLK

Folk part 2

Chapter 2 

I almost wish it was grandma.

my blood has gone icy and I have suddenly lost the ability to speak. Instead I just stare at him and hope that this situation will just go away without me having to deal with it at all.

He regards me with curiosity, tilting his head left to write as if trying to decipher what is wrong with me. instead of being normal and ignoring this person or running away I decide to answer. Like a dickhead.

"what do you want?" I demand, speaking with authority I have just given myself.

He takes a step forwards analysing the easy prey I am just standing metres away. "well young one, I want for very little as it seems but as of now, I require your assistance" he speaks ever so eloquently.

Wow that was much fancier that I thought it would be. I almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it.

"No" I don't know what he wants or why I am the one who has to help but I would rather go home to my bitch of a mum and take another cigarette to the hand than help this random, really hot stranger.

He takes a step back as if I have slapped him, and suddenly I can see the blood that has welled upon his leg. "well if you don't help me, I am certain to fall victim to worse circumstances than you, young human"

I slowly take in what he has just said to me and try to comprehend how insane I must be if I even consider helping this stranger who looks at me as if I am the last drumstick in the bottom of a KFC bucket. The hunger in his eyes is indistinguishable, he can be trusted but either I die here, or I go home and honestly, helping this possible serial killer sounds like more fun. Also, he talks like he's rich and I could use the money.

"what do you want me to do?"

He tilts to his right until he falls against a tree, the loss of blood is clearly starting to affect him at this point.

"you were hiding behind that tree which means you probably heard the leave rustling, that wasn't me and we are not alone out here, so I require your assistance in getting out of here before I am murder under the half moon of a mortal night" he struggles the last part out clearly in pain.

I decide against my better judgement and start walking to the left to the old bridge which will get me to him without getting in the icy, black river. Suddenly I am hit with the realisation of what he said to me, 'we are not alone out here' I wonder who else could be here or if they were bad guys or he was.

The closer I get the more I see the size of him, I'm average height for a girl almost 5"8 but he is monstrous compared to me, at least 6"5 his white hair hangs around his head in a pure halo, speckled with the red drops of his blood. He must be in really bad shape if he is asking for my help because the muscles covering his arms suggest he can get out f most situations with out 'assistance'. Hanging from his leg is an arrow I didn't see before, snapped off halfway along the neck it is dug deep into his upper thigh. The blood pooling around is dark and growing quite quickly, start to wonder if he truly needs my help or this is some big trick.

I stop only feet away from him and pause t gather my thoughts. he looks up at me, the same curiosity that painted his face earlier is back only, anxiety is hiding beneath.

"how do I know that I can trust you?" in my opinion an important question.

He takes a deep breath and allows his eyes to meet mine, "you can't, never trust anyone." He sees my visible distrust and doubt, "what would you like in return for the service? Name it" he gruffs, getting annoyed with the time it has taken me to get over here and the fact that I have yet to help in anyway.

I think about it for a moment, not too long or he might strangle me. he has called me a mortal on 2 different occasions and the way he is dressed suggests that he is not from around here. The only thing I can think to ask is for an IOU because he is either on some serious drugs or he could be one of the mythical tales I used to tell myself as a child.

Okay, I need to sound confident and fancy like he does. "ummmm I would li..request the admittance of three favours" nailed it

He inhales a sharp breath and closes his eyes as if analysing the request, I made. "as you wish" he rasps, in thee angriest voice he as used with me so far. He is going to have to smile a little, despite the arrow in his le if he wants my help.

"So what do I do?"

He raises an eyebrow at me the looks at his leg then back at me, as if I should already know.

"oh right" the leg righttt, I can do this, I think

I walk over to him and crouch beside his thigh and try to avoid eye contact. Getting my phone out my pocket I turn the flash on, because as beautiful as the moon as I am not removing this arrow blind. "here hold this so I can see" I hand him the phone as she inspects it before pointing it in the direction of the wound. I suddenly feel like a father fixing his car.

Here we go I guess. I'm glad this isn't my leg, I think as I remember the disaster I made of the frog we had to dissect in biology.