Torn

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9
Halle

    The man that I had to give the stamp to is... odd.  He just stared at me for I don't even know how long.  I couldn't even see his face.  He was wearing an all black hooded cloak.  The hood hid most of his face but his mouth barely showed.  It's dark so I couldn't make out the details of his eyes, nose, chin or mouth.  Not that it really matters, but not being able to see his face made the situation even more suspicious.  The man was just weird, and honestly was a little scared.  There isn't really anything I can do about it though.
    I walk around the square, trying not to bump into anyone.  I'm not really looking at the stores or anything.  After a few more minutes I finally head over  to the store that the man had walked into. 
It's a small clothing shop, not much there, some jackets, pants, boots, and a few hats.  There is an old lady at the counter.  I walk up to her and begin to ask her a question.  "Excuse me, ma'am?  Hav-"
"He's in the back."  The lady smiles at me.  She rests her old, wrinkly hands on top of mine.  "Now when he came in he was all in a tizzy.  So please, just be mindful of that.  He gets mad easy..."  The old lady says, chuckling to herself. 
"Umm... okay..."  I rip my hand back and hurry into the back of the shop.  I open the door and see the same guy sitting on an old, splintering, rickety wooden crate.  The lights are dim but the man has his hood down.  I can make out some features.  I can tell he has jet black hair that is cropped close to his head on the sides, getting longer as it gets to the top.  None of his hair is more than an inch long.  His eyes are small, they aren't very wide either.  I can't quite make out the colour in the dark though.  His skin is darker than mine, but not by much.  He's actually fairly attractive...  No, just follow the orders from 'A.K.'
"Where exactly should I sit?" I ask, looking down at him. 
"Just pull up a crate." He says motioning to the room, which I now realize has a number of crates throughout it. 
I grab a crate and pull it in front of where the guy sits.  I sit on it, not really caring that little splinters of wood are digging into my thighs. 
"What's your name?  Antosha never told me..."  The guy looks up at me and smiles slightly.  His hands are laced together in his lap. 
"Oh... It's Halle Kaiser..."  His eyes widen and his jaw drops as soon as the words fall from my mouth.
"What?!"  I ask, curious about why he seemed so surprised at my name.
"Nothing...  I've just heard that name before.  But, never mind that.  My name is Kenji."  He says, cracking a small, nervous smile before beginning to drum his fingers against his leg.  I can see beads of sweat dripping down his forehead.
"No!  Not never mind!!"  I shout at him, becoming angry out of nowhere.  "Tell me about why you're acting all weird about my name. Now."  I stand up and grab the front of his cloak.
"Hey watch it!" He shoots up, shoving me back.  I stumble over the crate I had been sitting on and crash to the cold, hard ground.  My head slams against the concrete floor.  It bounces and my head pulses with pain.  I groan and cover my eyes, even the little bit of light there is hurts.  I roll onto my side, cradling my head, careful not to touch where it slammed against the ground.
"Ncha, ncha, ncha!"  I hear Kenji shout, the noise sends shooting pains throughout my whole head.  I groan, I can feel hot tears slipping from my eyes and down my cheeks.
I feel someone, Kenji slipping his arms under me and lifting me up.  He's careful not to bounce my head around too much.
Just as everything starts going black, I can hear doors being thrown open and a desperate scream coming from the front of the store.  I see soldiers running into the room and I feel the person carrying me running like a mad man.  Then I lose consciousness.