Perception {Dreamnotfound}

36 | Bubble Wrap Boyfriends | 36

-|- During the events of last chapter -|-

-George's POV-

I'm left alone for no more than five minutes before someone else enters the alleyway. Immediately I'm thrown into panic, drawing my blade and holding it out in front of me threateningly.

Slowly backing away, I wait for whoever it is to step into the small streak of light pouring in from overhead. The figure stops in the stream of light, leaning against the wall casually. They don't seem to have noticed me, but I can't help wondering why they'd stop there. In the open, in sight of any passers by.

I can't believe my luck.

Darryl is leaning against the wall, sorting through some sheets of paper and ticking off rows. He mumbles to himself, patient names and medication assigned accordingly. I'm not good with this sort of thing, but I recognise a few names. Expensive and rare medication, which Darryl is listing off so casually.

He really is oblivious. To be out in the streets all alone, carrying resources people would kill for. Lists of supplies and locations of people, all of which he reads through aloud.

Maybe the world was a little good to me after all. I've been assigned someone who can't fight, a medic. Someone so oblivious they probably wouldn't notice their hunter attacking from a mile off.

This is my chance. Right here, right now. I could easily ambush him, pin him against the wall and slit his throat. Problem solved. It'd be so easy, wouldn't take the skills I'm lacking. What I know would be enough, it's not like he can fight back anyway. We're a similar size, I could easily overpower him.

The temptation is overwhelming, especially when I catch a glimpse of the medic's brightly coloured soulmate band. Purple, that's what Clay said. A normal colour, that of an alive soulmate.

Not like mine, black and drained of its' original colour. I've seen Clay's wrist, the colour our soulmate band is supposed to be. Even if I can't see its' true colour, it's beautiful. Turquoise, he said it was. A perfect mix of green and blue.

There's two things that stop me from making a move. One is Clay's position. If he were to become visible at this moment, it could get him killed again. Imagine he's following Zak around, then suddenly Zak can see him. He'd be caught off guard, and would end up in the same position all over again.

If he dies for a second time, I can't save him.

The second thing that stops me is embarrassing. Despite trying to ignore it, the fear of the consequences murder will have on me loom over my head. Last time it scared me so badly I forgot the event entirely.

My head created a fake story to help me cope with the trauma, even contracting amnesia to erase the event entirely. I forgot Clay, where I was and what I was doing. Not one memory remained until Clay explained everything to me.

But now I know, I fear my memories won't come back just as easily this time. It could take days, weeks or even years for them to return.

The amnesia could strike again and block out both memories instead of only the most recent one. I could forget Clay, forget my soulmate all over again. The memories even have a possibility of never returning again.

It's too risky...

"Darryl what are you doing here?" A boy, who I recognise as the second medic from the market, approaches Darryl in the alleyway. Jacob, I think his name was, accompanied by his soulmate. The boy in the green scarf, who people only ever refer to as 'Mega'.

"Oh me?" Darryl stuffs as many papers as possible back into his bag, scattering a few across the alleyway in the process. "Just getting some fresh air" he laughs awkwardly as Jacob shoots him a glare.