“Seriously,” I pant out gripping my side as the pain of the stitch in my side that I got from running grows. “stop running after me like this.” I dodge right as a hand shoots toward my left arm.
“If I don’t use you as an example nobody will ever learn.” I run harder from the voice growing in volume and I don’t stop… until I’m hit hard from the side. I’m flying or maybe I’m just weightless for a moment and then, I know from the cracking sound that I’ve hit the ground harder. I hear running feet and the same voice scoffs, I'm turned over, and I can finally see the person who’d been pursuing me all day and making attempts on my life all week. “I'm glad I can see the face of the person I'm going to kill.” I see his hand as it runs down my face, but I've stopped feeling even the relentless, cool breeze when I landed. I to jerk away from it and he firmly grips my jaw. I only know he is using force because I hear my neck crack. It sounds the same as when I crack my neck because it’s stiff.
“What’s your name?” I ask, another scoff.
“That’s my line.” He replies and I exhale deeply, harshly, and quickly.
“You don’t even know if I'm the person you’re supposed to be killing, good job, good job, gold star for you.” I exhale again, the same way, but in the end it sounds like water bubbling up from a messed-up drain pipe.
“It’s just a triple check for my boss’s,” he becomes silent as he tries finding a word. “convenience.” He finishes after his, quite dramatic, pause and he seems annoyed. I raise my hand and I guess he tightens his grip because it’s a little harder to open and close my mouth.
“Helleena Angella,” I introduce myself and move my hand to his opposite free one before shaking it twice decisively. “pleasure to meet you.” He shakes my hand back once before it falls back to my body and across my chest.
“Maybe if it had been through a different situation.” He admits. “You lasted pretty long.” He compliments and I give him a bit of a smile.
“I try.” I counter and he chuckles.
“And you're a very good conversationalist.” It’s my turn to laugh.
“This is the longest, most meaningful,” I cough another broken drain pipe cough. “least awkward conversation I've had in… probably ever.” He shakes his head.
“I'm sorry.” He apologizes.
“don’t be, neither that fact or this situation are your fault. I know you have a job to do, so if you need to, or even want to you can.” I give him another soft smile and close my eyes. I start humming No Mercy by The Living Tombstones.
“I like your voice.” He comments still sitting on my small body.
“Thanks.” I keep my eyes closed and start humming again, but this time it’s Amelee’s Echo.
“Ready?” He asks as if he were just going to clean a wound with alcohol.
“Yeah.” I go back to humming and then…
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Hell Angel
General FictionI was murdered or at least I thought I was. Waking up in a new place should be unsettling, key word should. But, I just want to go back to sleep and the only thing I seem to be afraid of is myself.
