Something Different

Chapter One: Tripping

Fear. Is all I felt, was fear. Running for my life in a forest, that I don't even recognize. I stop after a few minutes that feels like hours to catch my breath. Cautious, looking behind me and every where else. The adrenaline rush fading away. My legs start to tremble and all I can feel is exhaustion. Leaning towards a tree, "Keep going V, push through the pain." I look down starting to feel my injuries, blood is slowly coming out.

"fuck" I cursed.

I can't believe this shit is happening to me. I did everything I was told, trained every minute of the day for this moment. And yet that slick bastard still hasn't faced me. I balance myself so I can start walking. It must of been 30 minutes the last time I took a break. The adrenaline slowly kicking back in. I start running again like my life depended on it. I don't know if it was my footsteps I was hearing or someone else's. The thought of someone behind me, scares me. They've caught up to me.

I tripped over a damn log, how fucking ironic? Quickly my instincts take over and I roll over to where I'm sitting on my bottom. Looking up, I see this shadow, my eyes widened. He steps into the moonlight and I'm left speechless. For one, he's stunning.

He takes my hand, I let him. We start running again after some time we stopped again. He sat me down, looked me over, "Agent Scott sent me, he thought you may need back up." That bitch. I'm a very independent woman. I could've gotten away if it wasn't for him sneaking up on me. I scoff and he glares at me. "What? You got something to say" I roll my eyes and that just tips it off. "Yeah, I do. I'm tired of not being treated equally. Just because I'm a female don't mean I can't do a man's jo-"

He placed his finger on my lips, "shh!" He did not. "He did bitch" my mind replying to me. He looks at me, then moves his hand away. We both sit here in silence. Well, this is awkward. He sighs, "that "sexist" agent is my brother." I am so embarrassed, but at the same time I'm not.

"I feel sorry for you." I tell him, he shoots me a death glare and I look away. I look down at my wounds, I see ones really bad. Really, really bad. I go to touch it and I wince in pain. "Karma's a bitch." A smiled appeared on my face, I look up to him and he's looking at me as if I'm crazy. "Yes, karma is a bitch."

For a long time, we just sit here. Waiting until our bodies allows us to move. I start thinking, I should cover my wounds. I lean up and start ripping my shirt. I feel his gaze on me. Out the corner of my left eye I can see the light of the moons shinning lightly upon his tan skin. Red slightly appearing on his cheeks. Aww, he's blushing. I was mentally laughing at myself. I rap a piece of my shirt around my thin stomach, and covering up my wounds. I finish tying the last piece and stand up. My beige shirt now looking more of a crop top.

"Let's go" and with that we kept walking.