Academy Tales: Owen Blackbourne In Russia

Chapter 4- Monitoring

Holy shit. He's awake! I stumbled a few steps backwards and being the clumsy person I am, I tripped over my own two feet and face planted on the floor.

Groaning, I sat up and rubbed my nose that was probably bruised from my fall. I looked down at my feet and cursed "why did God give me two left feet? I swear I'm like a bull in a China shop somedays, just waiting for something to break! Stupid feet!"

I shook my foot out and almost hit the ceiling when a throat was cleared. I turned my attention back on the mystery man and was yet again startled as I looked into pools of gorgeous liquid grey. For a potential criminal, he sure was hot and smexy.

Ohhhh shit. I've just been staring at him for god knows how long now. He probably thinks that I'm crazy.

"Uhhh hi! My name is Sang"

He continued to look at me, and I began to squirm slightly, beginning to feel as if I was a test subject being studied for flaws.

The silence between us stretched and me being my awkward no social skills self, I had to break it. "Just-".... I paused, unsure what to say. Come on sang, you can do it.

A little speaking never hurt anyone! I was trying to self motivate myself, and it wasn't really working, but since I had already opened my trap, I may as well finish what I was saying.

"Just ignore that little speech I made about having two left feet! I'm actually really graceful. Like I can do pirouettes and grand jettes and balance four plates at the same time. Wait no. I can't do grand jettes and carry plates at the same time, that would be absurd!"

I looked back at him, but he was still studying me, completely serious. But I had a sneaky suspicion that I saw the corner of his mouth quirk up into a tiny smile.

"My name is Sang. Oh shit I already told you that! Why was I so awkward? Oh god! Someone kick me please!"

I looked back up at the man, and then smacked my forehead with my hand. During my blabbering, he had passed out again, and looking at his face now, there wasn't even a trace that he was awake on the first place. No frown line, nor wrinkle. No dribble or a faint smile. Nothing. Nothing at all.

But seriously though! Was I that awkward that I caused a man to pass out so that he wouldn't have to spend time with me? I knew logically that he was probably tired in pain, and his side must be bothering him, but I was still slightly miffed that he had passed out, wether it was intentional or not.

Sighing, I shook my head and left the room, pausing only to grab the watch that lead to all of this drama. If a hadn't needed to grab my watch, then none of that fiasco would have happened. Well what's done us done, I reminded myself. I couldn't go back and change the past now.

Time skip:

The man hadn't woken up again since the first time, four days ago. I was slightly worried, as he was healing very slowly. His side was no longer oozing pus, but was still extremely sore and painful looking.

The next time he woke, I will have to get his name, because referring to him as 'the man' was beginning to become quite annoying.

Today, I was going to finish the fence that I didn't have a chance to finish before, what with the man and everything. I had been putting off that particular chore for awhile now, as I didn't know when the man would wake up, and I didn't want him to freak out or be alone when he did.

Andrenaline rushes can allow injured scared,or terrified people to do many incredible and distribution feats. The last thing i wanted him to do was to find the energy to attack me as I entered my home from being being out fixing the fence.

I didn't need to worry about him attacking me when i dealt with the animals, as I had sensors placed all over my house that would tell me if he moved from the bed, but unfortunately, they were set at a range that could only be heard from a 500m raduis, and only I could here them, as my hearing range was bigger than anyone elses, so I could hear the high notes that other people couldn't.
I had never met another person with the same incredible hearing that I have.

Unfortunately for me, I built the fence 1km away from my house on all sides, so that I would have time to prepare myself for attack if someone did break through, so I wouldn't be able to hear the sensors in my house go off if he moved. But I had to take the risk, as I was leaving myself unprotected if I didn't finish the fence.

There was no gate to my fence, as I was completely self sufficient, with my farm, vege patches and various animals. I did pay for gas, water and electricity, but I had supplies incase something went wrong and those items weren't available to me.

I did have a yearly delivery of feminine hygiene products though, that were put under a specific tree in the forest that I collected at the end of every January. I paid triple the usual price for the product and it's delivery, so my unusual demand was kept discreet and quite.

I finally reached the fence, and began to add the final piece of my deathly creation. As I worked, I wondered how the man found my property, as I no one knew there was a person in these woods, not that I had a fortress like fence. I shook my head. There wasn't much point in wondering these things, as the man was still annoyingly unconscious.

I celebrated and did a little dance as the final piece of my barbed fence was finished. I had spent months on this thing, and each piece took ages to make.

I headed back to my cabin, pleased with myself that I had completed my lengthy project. I opened the door of my house and immediately cursed myself. I was too busy celebrating to notice the quiet screeching of my alarm.

I entered cautiously, my hand grabbing one of the many knifes I had on my person, prepare to defend myself. My feet made no sound on the
floor as I walked across it checking every room that I passed. Living room? No. His room? No.

The only room left was the kitchen.
I slowly entered the kitchen, knifes still drawn, ready for anything. But apparently I wasn't prepared enough.

The man was sitting at my dining table, scarfing down a bowl of the soup I made yesterday, holding a gun that was aimed at my head, still eating without missing his mouth, while staring straight into my eyes.....

Author's note:

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As requested, I made this chapter longer than the other ones, so it's 1350 words instead of my usuall 900 ish.