Saturday, November 4
2:20pm
Boston, Ma
Jacklyn Foster's Perspective
"Honk!! Honk!! Honk!"
"Beep!! Beep!!"
"Get out of the road!!"
I didn't even care that I was running in the middle of the busy traffic. I just kept running as fast as I could and didn't dare look back to see if he was following me. I was sure he was. What idiot wouldn't try to kill a teen that just got caught listening to his conversation about killing millions of people? It was funny how I was spending my 18th birthday running for my life from a huge scary man in a tux through busy traffic and mobs of tourists. A normal girl would be spending this day spending time with family and celebrating with friends.
But I'm no normal girl.
"Stop running!" Brian tiredly shouted after me. I learned his name in his conversation with another dude named Tyler.
Not listening to him, I ran even faster. Not because I needed to get away from this 45 year old doof, but because I wanted to. I loved the feeling of the refreshing icy breeze of autumn combing through my ash blond hair when I ran. I had my hair down because Fred, my boss, said I looked like someone completey different with my hiar down. And that was the goal. I never wore my hair down for anything besides a mission. I hated my hair down. I usually had my hair in a high ponytail to keep it from falling in my face. I had on my usual sweats and a fitted T. But my favorite sneakers were replaced with fuzzy dark brown Uggs.
When I was sure Bryan couldn't see me I swiftly snuck in behind an old gross metal trash can in a dark ally. After I glanced at him running past the old building, I stood up gripping my back pack even more and casually started walking the opposite direction from him.
I just couldn't force myself to keetp from sneaking peaks from behind me to make sure was wasn't following me. For some odd reason I felt paranoid. I was looking in the opposite direction I was walking when I slammed into another person. Hard. I stumbled backwards, losing my balance and landed flat on my butt.
"I'm so sor-" I muttered as I painfully made my way to my feet but stopped when I looked up to the stranger I bumped into.
"Well you better be. Watch where you're going...." He stopped talking when our eyes met. His frustrated mask of anger faded into an amazing smile. I found myself staring into his caramel candy eyes and I saw him looking deeply into my crystal blue eyes. He had dirty blond shaggy hair, about 5 or 6 perfectly placed freckles on each of his cheeks and the most perfect smile that I have ever seen.
"I'm sorry, too," he apologized.
"Umm... well, you weren't before?" I remembered still in pain from banging my ear on his forehead.
"So? Why should you care?" He replied with an attitude obviously tring to act cool. He sort of looked like one of those gangsters off of the street, totally different from what I had always been interested in. But now I think I felt something strong between us, and I think he did, too.
"Oh, just stop trying to act cool. I'm Jacklynn, but never, ever call me that. You can call me Jack." I held out my hand very politely.
He ignored my hand and looked to the sky. Masking his inner sweet, side that I was sure he had, he wasn't giving up on trying act cool and rudely muttered, "Whatever."
I put my hand back to my heavy backpack strap and rolled my eyes and replied, "Fine. If you don't care to be nice then you are simply a waste of my time. Goodbye. And nice almost meeting you." Rembering why I was here, I brushed past him and continued walking.
"Wait!" He called after me, "I'm sorry."
I turned around, "For...?"
"For.. being rude and acting cool," he mumbled "I'm Chase." He held his hand out just like I did to him.
I thought about it for a second and then took his hand and smiled. "It is nice to meet you, Chase."
He smirked and replied "It's nice to meet-" He was interrupted by my yelp when a large, strong hand grasped hard on my left shoulder and something snatched my hands behind my back.
Chase was shocked and confused when a long leg cominh from behind me strongly kicked him in the shin. He automatically bent down in pain to comfort his shin. I turned my head slightly and saw Brain's cruel grin.
I was surprised that nobody cared enough our scene in the middle of the packed sidewalk.
As i kicked and screamed, Brian carried me to the alley that I hid in before and he set me down on the rusty silver trash can. He didn't know that I knew kung fu and that I had been in training for 13 years about what to when this exact situation occurred. He tied my hands together with a sturdy rope behind my back and then he went around the smelly can in front of me to tie my feet together. Before he could tightly grasp my feet, I kicked him in between the legs and he knelt down in pain. I stood up and watched him suffer. I wasn't sure what to do next so I kicked him again and ran out of the ally to find Chase to untie my hands.
Oliver was standing on the side of the busy sidewalks. I ran to him as fast as I could. "Chase!" I worried, "Are you okay?"
