Be The Hero You Need Yourself

Be The Hero You Need Yourself

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The runaway was just within reach, just a little more speed and he would be caught. The masked man used what was rest of his adrenaline and pushed himself to gain on him. "Just a little further" he muttered, arm out reached to grab ahold. And then it all went dark. Blinding lights awoke the man, his eyes stinging with the strength of the light, head pounding and throat dry. With a cough, he arose from where he was lying, slowly opened his eyes and had a look around. Nothing was familiar; the roses on the window ledge, the smokey grey rug under the coffee table, the leather couch he was laying on. His pounding head didn't help him try to analyse his whereabouts. "Oh your awake." Startled, his head whipped round to the doorway where a brunette woman stood. About 5"4, guessing around 180lbs, dimples in her cheeks. "Sorry didn't mean to alarm you, I made you some soup." She said sheepishly, carefully treading over to the table as to not alarm the man any more. The male watched her every move, on edge. Just waiting for her to turn on him and try to attack. Then he remembered, eyes shooting wide as he touched his face and breathed out a sigh of relief. His mask was still intact. "Why didn't you-" "Why didn't I remove your mask? I assume it's for privacy, so what use would that be to abuse that? you want to remain anonymous, then so be it. I wouldn't impead on that. Names Jade by the way, don't feel obliged to tell me yours." She said with a slight smile before walking away. "Thank you... Jade." He voiced, a smile passing over his lips
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"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.

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