The Hunt [Malfie Fanfiction]

Chapter 2

A/N: for anyone who didn't guess, I might clear it up in this chapter if I feel like it. Might.

Possibility.

Not promising anything.

Nothing at all.

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(Alfie's POV)

As I reached the place I called home, I threw what little things I had bought onto the sofa and shut the door again, tramping back up the street. Brighton was a nice place, sometimes, but I was tired.

Tired because I couldn't escape.

Once again, I threw myself into the rigid water, hearing the screams of a few pedestrians.

As per usual, I hit the bottom of the river and sighed. As per usual, I didn't die like any mortal would have done. And, as per usual, it just made me sad. Sadder.

"Stupid immortalness." Grumbling, I settled against the river bed for a quick nap. In my haste, I forgot that I was kind of supposed to be meeting Marcus by the river in about two minutes.

Swiftly, I swam downstream and slipped out of the water where no one was around to see me. I waved a hand over my clothes and the dried instantly. Yet again... I walked back up the path, realising I still wasn't dead.

"Alfie!" Marcus' sharp yell broke me out of my thoughts as Marcus ran over to me and stopped inches away from my face. "What the actual f*ck?"

"... What?" I asked intelligently.

"You just jumped, and you've got out of that river, not only alive, but with dry clothes as well. Explain." Marcus hissed at me, his eyes curious, desperate and extremely worried.

"It's nothing. I don't know what you're talking about." I mumbled, turning away from him, just to be stopped by Marcus placing his hand firmly on my shoulder. Panicking, I fled.

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My inhuman, unnatural speed took over and I casually jogged away. Well, jogged to me. I was already far away from the river, and I wasn't even trying. Skidding to a halt outside of some shops, I sat down on a bench.

"Why me?" Moaning, I ran a hand down my face.

"You're still going to have to answer me." Marcus's voice shocked me, and I spun around.

"How on earth...?" Dumbfounded, I stared at him.

"Two can play at that game. Especially when you run almost a full circle to where you started from." Marcus crossed his arms over his chest. "Now tell me."

"I..." I stuttered.

"Yes?" Marcus was standing in front of me, so I couldn't run again.

"I'm unnatural. Now, go away!" Hissing, I felt a tear fall down my cheek. Not having the energy nor willpower to run, I simply walked away from him as my shoulders shook.

"Hey, hey, ssh, it's okay." Suddenly, Marcus was by my side again, tucking me in his coat (I was slightly cold) and placing his head on top of mine as he wrapped his arms around me. I was sobbing, in the middle of Brighton, with Marcus Butler in the middle of winter. Didn't see that one coming.

"I'm... I'm..." Gasping for air (even though I didn't need it), I shuddered and Marcus merely tightened his grip around me. It comforted me so much that I gave in and just sobbed onto his shoulder.

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(Marcus's POV)

If I wasn't concerned earlier, I certainly was now. Alfie was shaking and crying in my hold, presumably overtaken by emotion. The question was why.