Bleed, Patch, And Keep Moving - An Apex Legends Story

Chapter 6 - The Stranger's Side

The Stranger's Point of View

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It would be a lie if he said he hadn't noticed her before. Her poster was plastered to every media stand and news outlet around the city. She was the well sought after Legend that joined the games months prior but had yet to make an appearance, until now. He had seen her on television just hours ago and now he was laying eyes on her in person. She was the newest Legend of the televised battle royale, Apex Legends. He was just amazed that he was sitting in the same bar as her.

He was so impressed that she won a one-on-one battle against such a revered Legend and that she had even managed to get her teammates back before winning. "Yep. She was a certified badass." He quickly looked away from her when she looked at him. Her hair was so long and much more red in person. He just wanted to talk to her and touch her and do unspeakable things to her. "So many unspeakable things..."

By the time that he was out of his own head he noticed that the bar was starting to clear out and quite honestly he wasn't ready to talk to a Legend in front of her Legend friends. "What would I even say to her? Hey, I saw you on TV. Do you wanna come hang out at my place so that I can do unspeakable things to you? Nope, I definitely can't say that to her." He gave her one more glance but this time his gaze had more of a longing to it. He paid her tab as he paid his own and left the bar.

The air cool greeted him as he stepped outside of the Drunk Nessie. It was a nice change from the warm, stale bar air. He really wasn't looking forward to going home, alone, again, but what other choice did he have. He began his walk of shame towards his apartment. He strolled about a block or so away from the bar and just stood there. The distant glow of stars in the night sky caught his eye and provided a great distraction to his current dilemma.

He was still thinking about her as he watched the stars glitter across the night sky. He also thought about how he should have drank way more alcohol. "I am not even buzzed." He sighed in disbelief. If it were any other woman then she would have been harassing him at the bar. But she was not just any other woman, she was special. "Bingo!" He was not going to waste this opportunity. He was going to go back to the bar and stalk her like any other guy would do. He quickly turned around but was stopped right in his tracks with a THUD.

Instinctively he grabbed whoever he just ran into, or who ran into him, and pulled them up. As fast as he helped the person to stand up the same person immediately face planted into chest. The prolonged period of time the person spent face planted against his chest was making him feel a little uncomfortable. "Are they sniffing my chest now? Okay, this is getting weird... even for me." When the person started to stand up and pull their face from his chest he realized who the person actually was. Paralysis immediately overtook his body.

"Her hands are still on my chest." His heart raced underneath her fingers. He could not believe how close she was to him. His hands were tense on her upper back, supporting her so that she didn't fall over. He didn't want her to fall and get hurt. He really just didn't want to let go of her. Her body felt nice in his hands. He just stared at her face, which looked a little flush despite her perfect light chocolate complexion. "Maybe she had too much to drink?" He watched her until she finally met her chestnut eyes to his gaze.

"Ar... Ar... Are you okay Miss?" he stammered. His body language was so self-assured but sometimes his speech didn't add up to how he portrayed his himself. "Uh, not this speech impediment again. I thought I was done with this." He stared at her while he tried to get his speech under control. She was even more gorgeous up close and personal. There was a moment of udder, awkward silence between them. "I hope that I didn't scare her. Am I being weird?"