Wild One (A Jason McCann Love Story)

Chapter Five: Say My Name

Hours later, after leaving the blood covered room, I'm still walking. I didn't even take a break just to sit down. I don't need it. I was still strong. But something inside me felt off. Strange. Different. Not the different I feel all the time. That comes with being a monster.

I could'nt be. Jason McCann was never lonely. My demons walk with me and I walk with them. But as my trouble still followed, I still felt alone. Cold. Yet, untouchable.

Where was she? I could smell the cherry escense of her perfume from miles away. But where was she? Was she thinking of me? Was she alone? Why did I even care? She would end up as another mistake. Or I would be her last. It always was like that.

I never changed for anyone. And I wasn't going to start with this one. Trust me on that one. Once bitten, you never go back. That sounds stupid. But its true.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, playing with the stray strings of my jeans that hung down the inside of my soft pockets. Something was different. What ever it was, I could feel it. The girl? No. It wasn't possible. Jason McCann doesn't fall in love. I never have and I never will. Not as long as I'm like this. A monster inside and out. I kill with a passion. I thought that was obvious at this point.

I'm still walking. I don't even have a clue about where I really am. The other side of town. The ghetto. I could sense my type of people everywhere. They were lurking in the allies around me. I knew because all of them smelt of blood and cigarettes. And lots of it. I never like smoking. Kinda ruins your teeth. And you need those to kill. Mostly.

I looked over my shoulders. Eyes were following me. A faint clicking sound was filling my ears. Footsteps all aroound me. They were getting louder and faster. Along with the beat of the persons heart. They were scared. Who ever they were, I knew the smell. I knew now. The girl was running towards me and she didn't know it.

The footsteps got louder as a faint yelp was let out. My back felt something against it. The girl just bumped into me. Crap.

"I-I'm sorry." She muttered, pulling herself away from me, reeling her head in my direction. I could see her face as if I had eyes in the back of my head. Watching without looking. I smirked, turning toward her, looking over my shoulder. Her expression softened. Almost like she was relieved to see me. Clueless. She was definetly clueless.

"Oh. It's you." The girl gripped her arms, shivering under her tee and jeans. The jeans were ripped along the knee and stained with paint. Her hair looked worn out. Almost fallen flat. She was still scared. Her heart was beating like no tomorrow. I pulled my hands from my pockets, pushing the hood from my head so I could clearly look into her eyes. I could calm her down that way. One look.

"What are you doing here?" I added a bit of concern in my voice. She could somehow trust me. But I knew I couldn't trust myself to keep calm. Good dog? Ya right.

She ran her right hand through her hair, exposing her pale skin to the moon light. She wasn't wearing any makeup. Good thing. She didn't need it. She somehow looked perfect just like that. Natural. My fists clenched together. My body was fighting the urge. The urge to kill. I wouldn't give in this time. My mind was almost trying to talk. It kept trying to say something. 'Let her live, stupid.' It commanded. Ya. I was stupid. Kind of learned that when I was three. I was the only one that wasn't learning the alphabet going to pre-school.

The girl was just standing there. And I wanted an answer. My eyes couldn't keep themselves from watching her. No matter how hard I tried. She finally opened her mouth.

"I live here." She looked back over her shoulder, still shaking. Her lips were trembling. Something was bothering her. My eyes were staring at hers when she turned back, looking up at the moon. Why? Who knows. Some people are just drawn to it.

"Oh." I took a step closer to her, reaching out to touch her shoulder. For some reason, she wouldn't calm down. She looked into my eyes as she tensed under my hand.

"Sorry." I chuckled, laughing at myself. I was feeling something weird. Some type of fuzzy feeling.

"It's fine." She insisted, sighing and ripping herself away from me. She looked back at me as she turned her back to me. I didn't want her to leave. I had words pressed to my tongue.

"Where have you been?" I whispered. She couldn't hear me. I grunted, swiftly catching up to her. I needed to know. I need to know who she was. Now.

She looked at me with surprised eyes. They were so big and bright. I was almost running out of breath to speak. Nervous.

"What's your name?" I stared back into her eyes. She was ignoring my signs. Talk about clueless. She was looking over my shoulder now. She wanted to leave. But I wouldn't let her. Her lips trembled again.

"Amia."