Parasitical

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"What the hell, Adrianna?!"

Flinching, I shoot him a glare. He still hasn't let go of my wrist yet and with every step he takes I swear his grip tightens.

"What do you mean 'what the hell, Adrianna'?!" I growl growing irritated by the second, "It wasn't me who freaked out back there."

He suddenly stops and I collide with his back. By 'I', I mean mostly my nose. My nose starts to tingle and I wonder if it will gush blood but I don't have much time before he slams me into the wall. I struggle but he holds me there his green eyes flashing with warning. For a guy who's in my head a majority of the time he sure has an insanely strong hold.

"How do you know her?" He asks, his voice dangerously low. At this moment I know it might be a tad stupid to scream, considering I actiually know this guy, but still. This is not how you go around getting answers. If anything, I should be the one asking them, Not Mr. Hormones over here.

I let out a high pitched shriek that causes him to loosen his grip on my arms in surprise. This is the time I use to my advantage. I knee him and then run for my life.

So, Leal is extremely fast (he did grow up in the Academy) , and my high-pitched stun gun wouldn't hold him off for long, at least, I wouldn't have a good chance of getting away unless I tried something a little more drastic. He should still be able to have children but my bony knee will buy me running time and hopefully cause him to limp. A lot. I shoot a quick glance over my shoulder.

Tch. No such luck.

My eyes widen. In fact, he seems to be running faster... Whipping my head around wildly I form an idea as I spot salvation fifty feet ahead of us.

I hear the footsteps behind me pound dangerously close. I also hear yelps from innocent and amused shoppers. The ones that aren't so amused give us a nice demonstration of their vocabulary.

Thirty feet left.

A hand brushes my back.

Twently feet.

My breathing grows ragged and my legs falter. Just a little more.. C'mon! They start to pick back up again.

Fifteen feet.

An intake of breath sounds behind me, and I get the feeling he knows my plan. No, really. We can sort of sense each others emotions. He knows.

Seven feet.

I feel him try and grasp at me but I speed up a bit each time because I can sense his emotion to strike. Each time he barely misses, brushing my hair.

Six feet.

He has an idea. Oh no.

Five feet.

I glance around and my eyes widen. This is bad, and seriously stupid. Even if he catches me this is one of the stupidest things ever to have been done by Leal Osiris.

Four feet.

I hear him jump into the cart and push himself forward. Cries of outrage sound out from behind us. I think I hear a child cry out. I will punch Leal for that when this is over.

Three feet.

I'm so close! But, then again, so is he.

Two feet.

He grips my shirt, and I start to scream again--

One feet.

--But it's too late. My hold on the door becomes real as I swing it open and throw myself inside. His hold on me dissipates, and I hear a thud as his shopping cart hits the door to the girl's restroom.