Kira who?

Chapter 005

"Crap!"

     The driver screamed. Me being my most proper self, kicked one of the guys beside me. Getting my signal, the one beside me took my blindfold off and ungagged me.

"What the hell did you do Gary?!"

       I exclaimed loudly to the driver. Whatever these idiots did then I could also be held liable. Checking my surroundings, I motioned for Fred, the one who ungagged me, to untie my hands. From the looks of it we were on road 67.

         An old dirt road that is mostly a reclusive road and only drunk teens would travel these overgrown roads. Which means that our destination was probably that rotten, moldy barn. It's a nice choice. One of my most favorite places to read actually.

  "There is someone laying in the middle of the road." Gary spoke with a rough voice trying his best to make his voice sound tough but it was really easy to hear his worry. Well this doesn't look good.

         I turned to look at everyone else in the car. Tommy looked as pale as a ghost, while Gary our driver sported a red face which is mixed with worry and anger. Fred looked at me with complete dependence and bright eyes.

"Let me handle this." I begrudgingly sighed and crawled over Fred.
  
         Fred looked at me with exciting eyes like he was watching a movie. Ever since that one time I saved Fred he has taken me as his personal real-life hero.

     Getting out of the car, I looked ahead onto the road. There lay a teenager with long brown hair that has patches of white along it. His eyes closed like he was asleep and his closes were what you'd expect from a mental asylum. A white baggy shirt with long sleeves and white baggy pants.

"Hello." I said with no hesitation.

        The teenager just hummed to my voice without opening his eyes. Well I don't know what I expected exactly but I guess a response is better than no response.
  

"Are you going to stay in the middle of the road and be inconvenient or do you want to come with us." I asked.

         I don't know why I decided to extend this invitation to this teen but he seems like he has some troubles. Troubles are the exact thing alcohol was made for.

           To my invitation his eyes unhurriedly opened to look my way but when our eyes met his body turned rigid. Staring at me with eyes that that had turned for lazy to desperate yearning. Like a man who has been on the brick of starvation being given a bone.

"You...." was all he said after a long moment of intense eye contact.
        
           He sat up looking at me from head to toe in a cold and analytics way. Sending shivers down my spine but despite that I keep my face monotone. He got up in a slow manner straightening his back revealing his tall frame. He steadily walked towards me basically towering over me.

          The closer he got the even more I can see his very profound characteristics. He was very beautiful in a gender-neutral way and his eyes are a black color that looks like an abyss. He was pale in an almost sick way and he had dark circles under his eyes.

       There was almost no emotion on his face at all and was very monotone, unlike mine, his seems more natural.

"Take me with you."