Duncan Book 1: Dark Warrior

Chapter 3:

    I stared out the window at the moon, it's full, reminding me of werewolves, if there are any in this place. That would be crazy awesome. I looked at my door, then at the moon. Hmmmmm... I should go for a stroll. I gave the door one last glance before, I reappeared by the side of the road.

     I looked back at the house, and began to run. The grass flew past me, reminding me of the time in the woods, when I was tracking his scent. I shook that out of my mind. I saw the river coming up, then the woods.

     I sped up, and the water line came closer. I reached it, and jumped, making the wind whistle in my ears. I hit the ground silently, and began to run again. The cold air stung my eyes, and froze my thoat.

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     I approached the clearing, and I slowly sniffed the air, checking for scents. I smelt one too familiar. Honey. I knew there was a reason I can here. It called me in a sort of magical way I guess you could call it.

     I entered the clearing, and saw him. He was standing in the middle of the field, staring at the hole in the trees. When he saw me, he smiled, but I could feel, and hear his heart speed up. "Duncan! I knew you would be here." He said reaching for his backpack.

     I reappeared next to him, and he staggered back a bit. I smiled, and sniffed the air again. The scent was so strong my mouth was watering. He pulled something out of the bag, and said, "This is the end for you, what every you are."

     He pointed a gun at me, and I froze. A gun? A GUN!? I crouched down, and hissed at him, going into offensive mode. He started to shake, then closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. I heard the shot before I felt it.

     I staggered back, clutching my cheast, where he must have hit me. The world was in slow motion, and I could barley hear. "Oh my god!" He screamed.

     I felt him rush to me, and saw rip him off his shirt, revealing a pale cheast, with a six pack. I heard tearing, then he hoisted me up, and tied his torn shirt around my cheast. The wind blew cold air on me, and it raised goose bumps, while I shivered.

     "You shot me?" I asked, trying to make sense of what just happened. He lifted me up, and started to run.

     "I'm sorry. I...I just dont know." He shook his head. I felt the world start to tip sideways, and I grasped for it to stay upright.

     "Put me down. Please." I said, he looked at me, and tilted his head. I nodded and he gently put me down on the grass. I felt like I was ready to pass out, or puke. I shivered in the cold. And stared up at him.

     He was pale, but the moon reflected off his pale skin, making it shine, like a ghost. I groaned when I tried to move, he knelt down next to me, and looked at the bandage around my cheast.

     "I'm so really-" I help up my hand, and smiled. He shuddered, and moved my hand out of his way. "I wus trying to save myself. And I thought shooting you, and killing you would be the best way to do it." He looked like he was going to puke, so I stayed quiet.

     "It's okay. I should've stopped messing with you." I confessed. He walked away, and throw-up in the bushes. I smiled to myself, because he wouldn't last as a demon if thats how he reacts to blood...or maybe it's guilt.

     He came back wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, "We need to get you to a hospitul. Right now." He said grabbing me. I moved out of the way, and tryed getting up.

     "No. I can't go to the hospital! Are you crazy?" I took a breath, and looked him in the eyes. "I'm a Demon. I'm not human. They wouldn't be able to cut me open with those fancy stuff they got, and my readings would be off the chart." I said looking down.