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“We need answers, Logan.”
The man stopped pacing and took a step towards us. I clenched my fist in response. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I would pass out. “I have answers,” he whispered, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Good,” I replied. “'Cause we have some questions.”
“You get something for something,” said the man.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You give me something, and I give you something.”
“Um. All right. What do you want?” I asked.
“I want her.”
I felt my arm jerk back behind me as Josephine began to stumble away from this crazed shell of a man who stood before us.
Is this what survived if we failed to stop the event?
“No deal,” I snapped. I turned and began to push Josephine down the road, but she stopped dead in her tracks. We were outnumbered. Before us stood three more survivors. The man who tried to make the deal stepped up behind me and leaned close to my ear. “I guess I’ll just have to take her then.”
Chapter 11
I was down on the ground before I even had a chance to make sense of what was going on. The side of my head was bleeding. Someone had punched me. One of the survivors was sitting on my back as I struggled to lift my head to see what was going on.
Our new friend stepped towards Josephine. She didn’t make a noise, her face remaining emotionless. It was as if something snapped into place within her, like a shield or force field. If she was feeling scared you couldn’t tell. The only sign of any emotion at all was her breathing. Her chest rose quickly up and down.
“Let’s see what’s under the pretty wrapping paper,” the leader said, stepping even closer to Josephine. He grabbed her by the pocket of her hoodie and pulled her close to him. He reached up and forcefully yanked down the zipper. Still Josephine didn’t protest. I continued to struggle to get up, but the man on top of me only laughed and pushed me back down. For every second that Josephine sat there still and quiet, I thrashed around more violently and cursed louder. The leader of the group grabbed underneath the shoulders of her jacket and pulled it off like a magician would when revealing his great trick.
“Hot damn,” he sang.
I stopped thrashing about. Under the hoodie, Josephine was wearing a tight-fitting, sleeveless tank top sporting the Shepherd High emblem, no doubt part of her track uniform. I couldn’t stop myself from looking. The girl had a body. Her arms were slightly defined, the arms of an athlete but not in a scary way. She also had a great pair of boobs. Yes, I noticed. I only looked for a second because I knew she didn’t wanted me to look at her.
“It’s been so long since we’ve had a girl,” the man said, slithering closer to Josephine. He reached out his palm, running it down the side of her face until he reached her neck. He wrapped his hand around her neck. Josephine still didn’t react.
“Don’t touch her,” I yelled out. Maybe we weren’t friends, but she was all I had in this world. I wasn’t going to sit back and let anything happen to her.
“I wonder if you’re the dark one?” he asked her, choosing to ignore me entirely. “I hope you’re the dark one. I’ve only ever had me a light girl before. They say it’s bad luck to mess with you shifters, but I figure we already have had our share of bad luck.”
“I remember the light one. I remember the light one. I remember the light one,” the third man began to chant.
“She didn’t even fight back. Fighting back is what lets a man know he’s alive. You know what I mean. Don’t you kid?” he said finally turning to me.
“Go to hell,” I replied.
This caused the men to begin to laugh. “Hell doesn’t want me, kid. Neither did God. If God wanted me I’d be dead like the rest of them. At least that’s how I look at it. You’re the hell and you’re the heaven. We’re just what’s left.”
I had no idea
“We need answers, Logan.”
The man stopped pacing and took a step towards us. I clenched my fist in response. My heart was pounding so fast I thought I would pass out. “I have answers,” he whispered, his eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Good,” I replied. “'Cause we have some questions.”
“You get something for something,” said the man.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“You give me something, and I give you something.”
“Um. All right. What do you want?” I asked.
“I want her.”
I felt my arm jerk back behind me as Josephine began to stumble away from this crazed shell of a man who stood before us.
Is this what survived if we failed to stop the event?
“No deal,” I snapped. I turned and began to push Josephine down the road, but she stopped dead in her tracks. We were outnumbered. Before us stood three more survivors. The man who tried to make the deal stepped up behind me and leaned close to my ear. “I guess I’ll just have to take her then.”
Chapter 11
I was down on the ground before I even had a chance to make sense of what was going on. The side of my head was bleeding. Someone had punched me. One of the survivors was sitting on my back as I struggled to lift my head to see what was going on.
Our new friend stepped towards Josephine. She didn’t make a noise, her face remaining emotionless. It was as if something snapped into place within her, like a shield or force field. If she was feeling scared you couldn’t tell. The only sign of any emotion at all was her breathing. Her chest rose quickly up and down.
“Let’s see what’s under the pretty wrapping paper,” the leader said, stepping even closer to Josephine. He grabbed her by the pocket of her hoodie and pulled her close to him. He reached up and forcefully yanked down the zipper. Still Josephine didn’t protest. I continued to struggle to get up, but the man on top of me only laughed and pushed me back down. For every second that Josephine sat there still and quiet, I thrashed around more violently and cursed louder. The leader of the group grabbed underneath the shoulders of her jacket and pulled it off like a magician would when revealing his great trick.
“Hot damn,” he sang.
I stopped thrashing about. Under the hoodie, Josephine was wearing a tight-fitting, sleeveless tank top sporting the Shepherd High emblem, no doubt part of her track uniform. I couldn’t stop myself from looking. The girl had a body. Her arms were slightly defined, the arms of an athlete but not in a scary way. She also had a great pair of boobs. Yes, I noticed. I only looked for a second because I knew she didn’t wanted me to look at her.
“It’s been so long since we’ve had a girl,” the man said, slithering closer to Josephine. He reached out his palm, running it down the side of her face until he reached her neck. He wrapped his hand around her neck. Josephine still didn’t react.
“Don’t touch her,” I yelled out. Maybe we weren’t friends, but she was all I had in this world. I wasn’t going to sit back and let anything happen to her.
“I wonder if you’re the dark one?” he asked her, choosing to ignore me entirely. “I hope you’re the dark one. I’ve only ever had me a light girl before. They say it’s bad luck to mess with you shifters, but I figure we already have had our share of bad luck.”
“I remember the light one. I remember the light one. I remember the light one,” the third man began to chant.
“She didn’t even fight back. Fighting back is what lets a man know he’s alive. You know what I mean. Don’t you kid?” he said finally turning to me.
“Go to hell,” I replied.
This caused the men to begin to laugh. “Hell doesn’t want me, kid. Neither did God. If God wanted me I’d be dead like the rest of them. At least that’s how I look at it. You’re the hell and you’re the heaven. We’re just what’s left.”
I had no idea
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