Halo-Born

Chapter 22

Not much to say. I'm trying to post almost everyday. I know I have been for the past few days, but that was because of blah dee blah. Now I have stuff I can do and I'm on a writer's block so bear with me. 

--Keepondreaming

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I followed Hope as she lead the way. We were here in Richmond, Virginia. It was just the location now. The strict, angry look never left my face. The knife never left my hand. Nothing would lighten me up. Nothing would make me smile. I was gone—disconnected from reality. I lived in my head, slaying Cairo over and over again and thinking of different ways to kill him.

Nothing mattered to me except for that. The dark side of me decided that this was the better thing to do. If I didn't kill him, he would haunt me forever. What did the good side think? I don't know. It was gone, clouded by my own dangerous thoughts. This could get me killed, but I didn't care. It was time to end this. If I died, then whatever. I figured that if I died, I would leave making a point. I would leave with Cairo's head.

Vince tried to talk to me to make me smile, but I didn't listen to his words. I didn't have time for it. The only thing that mattered was my father. He might be dead when I got there, and the fire in my heart would be a massive explosion. I wouldn't dream to see Zachariah dead. It reminded me about Vince's dilemma, but I didn't feel sad. My face still didn't change as I thought about Vince's guitar slamming against the grass. The hate he felt when he did that was the hatred I was feeling now.

It didn't seem to bother him. It was like he totally forgot about what happened a day ago. If I was him, I would be crying and cursing at the sky. I wouldn't have joined a friend I've met just days ago on some perilous quest that could kill me. But Vince did kiss me. Now he was forgetting, and he would never try it again because of what I said.

I shook the idea of it out of my head and frowned. Why was this starting to bug me? I was out for blood; not romance. It always was bothering me, but I couldn't be bothered with a guy who would never look at me as more than a friend again. Why wouldn't it get out of my head that he would never ever see me as his girlfriend? I groaned and just kept flapping my wings.

Hope took us out of the city and into a little forest tucked away from society. We landed in fear of being caught in the air and began to walk. I still kept the knife open in my hand just in case. I may not know what could tackle me out here, and I would not take any chances. My senses were sensitive for every sight, feel, and sound. I was in my own territory—nature. If anything happened, the trees would be here to shield me from an unnecessary battle.

My silence dawned on Hope. My head must have been filled with outrageous things. For her, it was probably getting out of hand. She wasn't used to this deadly little girl. Her face was easy to read, and her movements were just as easy. With her walking next to me, she wasn't that spirit ball. She trembled as she walked.

“I don't like the way you're thinking Faith,” she told me straight. “It isn't you.”

I ignored her and walked forward, whispering to each tree. They each told me the wait to go, and not all of them had to speak. There were burn marks on some of the trees. They were indicators of Cairo's coming. I followed the direction, racing and leaping through the forest. Vince and Hope wasn't needed anymore. This part was easy. Tracking them down was easy. They were the prey while I was the predator.

My legs kept on running while my hand skimmed each tree. “That way,” they each said, so I followed. Even though the path was winding, I trusted nature. It's lead me through everything before. At the peak of my life, I needed it more than ever. This was important to me, and I wouldn't stop until it fell into my hands. If not, may I die with justice or may someone do the rest for me.