A Scream From Within

[Ting]

[glow=red,2,300]A Scream From Within[/glow]

Rating: R
Genre: Action/Drama

Summary: Natalia Gerdou, a name few will call me, but a name that binds me to this life. You see, I am a mercenary and I live in a world that will never be free of violence and therefore I will never be free of what I do. For I am bound to it by my very blood.

(This is a story of a young mercenary when her world comes tumbling down...)

Hey, this is my first story posting on this site, I hope you like it. By the way, I write in multiple first-person, so a change in perspective will be marked by a horizontal line!Please review, any questions, comments or concerns are very welcome. Thanks.

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Chapter 1

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Natalia Gerdou

Darkness came early for the end of a hot Australian spring day. A forbidding feeling fell over me as I took the long way home from school. Low hanging branches hung inches from my head as I walked carefully among their holders. Leaning against a trunk, I stared towards the horizon as the last shards of light danced across it, and lit streaks in my long raven hair. For a moment, the world seemed like a peaceful place, but I knew that was only a mirage. This world had never been peaceful, and never would be, for that would be a world with no need for me, and there would always be a need for those like me.
Suddenly, violet eyes wide, I stared east. A light in the sky catching my attention.
A plane? No. I shook my head. Fool.
I had reason to be paranoid. The wars of the millennium may be on hold momentarily- the world in the hands of the politicians- but that did not stop all the violence. A foreign terrorist group had been dropping planes on metropolis in Australia. Thousands of lives, one of them my mother‘s, had been lost in those raids. I knew their country’s government was involved; I knew too much, but they were denying all accusations, and that left Australia helpless to counterattack. No one was going to stand up to their government now, not after the years gone Iraqi incident. Australia had so many years of peace, the people were not ready for a full blown war, especially not with a superpower such as that. The country would be crushed. I knew, because even at the age of 17, I had seen too much of the horrors of war throughout the world.
Paranoia, that’s all it brought, and fear. I have felt their grasp, for months on end, but it was my own fault, I entered my family’s profession on my own will.
Natalia Gerdou, a name few will ever call me, but a name that binds me to this life. You see, my father, brother and I are mercenaries, along with the rest of my extended family. I‘ve been in the field for four years. I’ve survived the game longer than most mercenaries out there these days, and there was no shortage of work these day or of mercenaries to do it.
Footsteps behind me brought me out of my deep thinking. I knew who it was, so I thought nothing of it. Suddenly-whack-I was tackled from behind and went sprawling on my stomach. Tasting grass, I climbed to my feet. Jumping to his feet, my attacker stared me down.
“Argh, I’ll get you for that, Gregory!” I yelled as he took off down the path, me at his heels.
I caught the laughing 18-year-old American not 20 meters down the path and tackled him at the bare knees. We both hit the grass and he kept on rolling until he rolled, butt first, into the nearest tree trunk.
Stumbling to my feet, I was laughing so hard I nearly fell down again. I stood by his feet, bent over, one hand on my knees steadying myself.
“Come on Drew, I know kindergarteners that tackle better than that,” I cackled as I offered my hand.
Latching onto my arm just below my elbow, he gave one quick jerk and sent me flying over his head. I landed on my back, dazed, the wind knocked out of me.
Oww…
He rolled backwards and sat flat on my stomach, pinning me to the dark, damp ground.
“Sorry,” he smirked, “reflex.”
“Oh, really?” I replied, thoughts of revenge already running through my mind.
I brought my knees up into his back, arching his head away from me. I extended my legs, wrapping my heals around his neck. Pulling him off my stomach, I threw him onto his. Before he could react, I had rolled over and sat neatly in the crook of his back, pinning him more securely than he’d had me pinned.
“Sorry,” I mimicked, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “reflex.”
“Oh yeah, right. I could get out of this any time I wanted to, you can’t weigh more than 100 pounds, not an ounce of body fat,” he smirked, his smooth voice caressing the evening air like the wind.
“One forty, thank you,” I snapped playfully, proud, unlike some women, at the weight my strong, muscular body was at. At 5’10”, it wasn’t bad by any means.
I slid off his back onto the damp grass, leaving my long legs draped over his waist. He sat up, looking at me inquisitively. We had play fought before, but any type of martial arts had never come into the game. I saw a spark in his eyes; it gave me an unsettling feeling that I got off only my father and his other high status friends. I also, apparently gave off such an aura, a crackling aura of barely withheld energy. I stared at Drew. Drew wasn’t a mercenary, not that I knew of, but I didn’t claim to know everything, just most things. I had refrained on doing an extensive background check on him, for he was my friend and that would be a serious breach of the trust the two of us had formed. I slapped myself mentally; Drew didn’t have the heart, or lack-there-of, to be a contract killer. It was foolishness, or was that just what I wanted to think? There were so many wanna-be assassins floating around with the wars, every Tom, d*ck, and Harry wanted in, and presently Australia was the place to be doing it.
Trust no one, suspect everyone.[/i]
But I did trust Drew; he was my best friend, my boyfriend, though he didn’t know my secret. I was Rika Rose to him. His rose.
I nearly shook my head, for God’s sake, he couldn’t be.
The possibility made me shudder. I looked away from his hauntingly handsome face, pulling him up off the ground. Leaning against a large tree, he pulled me into his arms, my back against his solid chest. The tall, dark-haired teenager rested his chin on my shoulder.
I held his lean muscular arms tighter around me, banishing the sudden, perhaps imaginary, chill that was in the air.
“Ready for tomorrow’s races?” I asked cautiously.
“I could out run those idiots with my eyes closed,” he replied. “I bet I could even beat you.”
I laughed, “I’ll leave you with your delusions, even though it is clear that I would be the victor.”
“We’ll see.”

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Drew Macintyre
At the moment, Rika scared me. Never, in the over a year that we’d known each other had she ever shown an affinity towards martial arts. I didn’t claim to know everything about my rose, but you’d think I’d know if she had some serious Tae Kwon Do skills. The sensei that instructed me couldn’t counter the move I’d done on her that flawlessly. There was something she wasn’t telling me, and I didn’t like being kept in the dark. There had always been an aura about Rika, something I couldn’t quite put a finger on. I needed to think this over.
Straightening, I told her I had to go back to my apartment to get ready for work, gave her a goodbye kiss, and strode off.
Trust no one, suspect everyone.[/i]
Assassin’s law, threat until proven unwaveringly otherwise. Until a few weeks ago, I thought Rika was simply a civilian, not apart of the life and death game I had associated myself with in the after hours since I was young.
But then, I saw her shoot.
Witnessing that one simple action changed my perspective of her completely. Thank God she was so immersed in what she was doing.
She was there with her brother, Aaron. As she shot, he stood casually beside her in the booth. Between rounds from the other armed customers of the facility, he called targets for her.
“Left eye,” he’d call and instantly a hole appeared in the paper target.
The scariest part was when she put ten rounds through the exact same hole without even touching the paper past the first shot.
Perfect form, accuracy, attitude.
Check, check, check.
The traits of a sniper. If I was anywhere else, I would have thought myself foolish but ‘the land down under’ was the place to be for mercenaries not of the garden variety, like myself. Rika had also moved here right after the raids began, a strange time for a family to move ...
Pieces of the puzzle slip into place, but did Rika work a similar puzzle?
Trust no one suspect everyone.[/i]

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[Ting]

[glow=red,2,300]A Scream From Within: Chapter II[/glow]

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Drew Macintyre
Jogging through the door to my 12 story apartment building, I paused for a second to unlock and empty my mail box. I jogged on the spot, making a futile attempt to slow my heart beat. Just returning from running with Rika, my legs burned worse than hot coals. That girl could run the Boston Marathon and go, ‘Let’s do it again, bet you I could do it in an hour.’
Stepping into my bachelor apartment, I walked into the small but bright kitchen and threw the contents of the mail box on the green counter top. Amongst the flyers and bills lay a letter. Now to anyone else this would look like an ordinary letter, but something caught my eye. Barely even noticeable, in faded red dots behind my address, was the shape of a flame.
“Drakin.”
Tye ‘Die’ Drakin was a close friend, and an insanely dangerous man. The only better in my business were the Gerdou Clan, a French family of trained killers supposed to be ruthless. Of course, few have ever knowingly met and survived an encounter with a Gerdou, so they say. Most government agencies think them a myth.
Grabbing a knife, I gently sliced open the top. I looked over the print, deciphering Tye’s code.
“So…trial run…. attempting to form group for future assignments,” I mumbled to myself.
Tye had a proposition for me. He had been asked to seek out the best young mercenaries in the world and form a group. Clients needed a group and one such group did not exist. There would be seven of us, with the best as group leader.
My eyes widened as I read the name, or rather the symbol, for who was going to be leading.
“Good God.”
At the bottom of the letter lay a sleeping dragon curved around a vine G.
Gerdou.
Jesus.
Sitting down at my computer, I flew through the password program and paged Tye’s laptop. He signed on immediately.
“Tye, what’s going on with this group?”
“Good to hear from you too,” he replied sarcastically. “No seriously, there were a lot of inquiries about a group of the all around best for some real tough sh*t. So I said hey, I know some tough shits for your tough sh*t, I’ll see what I can do.”
“Sounds like a good time,” I said, my voice traveling to his lap top like a phone. “What’s the money like?”
“I admit, it’s not as good as solo, but it’s a good filler, y’know, with your policy of only doing one major job a year. It leaves you open to other… paths.”
Old friends that we were, he knew all about my techniques and safeguards. Doing only one major assignment a year left me time to prepare and made me all the more valuable. People actually bid for my annual services.
“Um T,” I said gingerly, “One thing makes me uncertain right now. The dragon.”
“Ah, the Gerdou,” he laughed. “Most people are bothered by their presence. This one, though, you might like.”
“Why do you say that?” I inquired.
“She’s very nice looking. Plus, she‘s real good at what she does.”
“She?” I almost fell off my chair. “The group is being led by a woman?”
“One with four times your skill and field experience and she’s only 17. A Gerdou is a Gerdou.”
“Nice looking or not buddy, I’m a taken man, and Rika’s not lost to beauty.”
“Ahh,” Tye cooed, “isn’t that cute, someone’s finally tied my little Drew down. She got you whipped?”
I snorted, “No…”
“Of course she does.”
I glared at the computer screen, “we have a respectful relationship. Actually we run together in all the championships.”
“She any good?”
“Better than me.”
“Really? Wow, you should send me a pic, man. It’s been too long since I’ve been talking to you. I’m behind on the gossip!:
“I dunno if I want your perverted little eyes looking at my Rose.”
“Your ‘Rose’?” he joked. “You’re not getting soft on me, are you Macintyre?”
“You’ll see, you’ll see.”
I clicked into my digital photo file for Rika and found the best one of her, lying on the grass in her backyard.
I clicked send.
“d**n,” I heard yelled from my computer speakers. “My dear God.”
“I know she’s nice looking T, but there’s no need for profanity,” I laughed.
“Tis not what I mean, boy. Do you know who this is?” he sounded frightened, excited, and amazed all at the same time.
“Rika Rose, my girlfriend, fast runner in all of Australia,” I replied, wondering what he meant.
“No ya stupid f**k, that’s Natalia Gerdou, assassin, fastest shot in all Australia,” Tye responded, exasperated, “and the leader to be of your group.”
“Nah,” I chuckled, “you’re screwing with my head.”
“Wish I was! Here, see for yourself.”
A picture downloaded onto my screen. It was Rika, but then, it wasn’t. She was sitting on the cement ledge of the roof of a building; left leg tucked under her, right leg dangling over the edge. In her right hand rested a beautiful sniper rifle I could not identify, probably custom. She looked as natural with it as she did that 9mm she fired at the shooting range. It looked like an extension of her arm.
“Oh no.”
“You will be a legend now, man. Not only have you survived an encounter with a Gerdou, you’ve also ‘encountered’ her in many different ways then the rest of the unfortunate.”
He seemed to think this was a joke. God, but this was 500 miles from funny. I had to get rid of him.
“Tye, where’s the first meet?” I asked, quickly changing the subject.
“The old administrative building on 6th Boulevard,” he answered. “Friday, nine sharp.”
“See you there.”
I disconnected. I couldn’t stand it. The woman who I loved turned out to be someone who fear for had been burned into my mind. My rose.

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Natalia Gerdou

I sat paralyzed, long hair fallen over my face, my head down. Drakin, my God Drakin, what have you done? The dark blue of my room reflected my mood perfectly. Dark and blue.
The screen of my laptop glowed with the information disk Drakin had delivered. The profiles of those under my command lay beside it.
I stared hard at the pages on my lap, the pages that contained Drew’s face. His haunting eyes staring at me now seemed almost sad. Drew would know who I am, if he already didn’t, and because of who I am, he will instinctually fear me. Drew had never looked at me with fear before. It wasn’t fair.
I now glared at the pages.
Pull yourself together, woman, another hazard, another day.
I had a job to do, and I had to be prepared to take them on this Friday. The best or not, I was a female, and these boys would hate the thought of being led by a female.
Stereotypical, yes, untrue… no.
Focusing back on the pages, I threw Drew’s to the end of my bed. I started sifting through the files on the other five men, trying to bring my attention elsewhere.
Croycheck, 19, Russian. He was medium height with a heavier build in his chest, about Drew’s size. Dark hair, dark eyes, highest level of expertise in explosives.
Marcus, 19, he was Canadian. Stocky, he had light brown eyes and hair and a more rugged good looks about him. He was into stealth.
Heinz, 18, was a light-haired Austrian born assassin. He was built like an ox, definitely not stealth material, but he was the brawn behind the brains.
Carter, 18, he was the tall, blonde-haired, blue eyed American. He was a weaponry expert.
Chang, 17, Chinese, tall but thin, had some good references.
Drew Macintyre, what a twist of fate. What were the chances we’d be drawn to each other? End up together? God, his references were good; he had even trained with Tye. Tye was so close to our family, I didn’t see how we had never met. Drew was good, really good. He almost matched me by the looks of it. Through it all, I was actually really impressed that he had been able to keep it from me. Mad me feel really stupid too, though, what if he’d been sent to kill me? He could have easily done it.
I mentally slapped myself; I was supposed to be the best and I foolishly trusted someone I hadn’t done an extensive background check on. Thinking again, I realized it probably would’ve been clean anyway.
I sighed; how could I look at him the same way ever again? Would he be the same person I knew, or was it a front? Too many questions, too few answers. It was so frustrating.
A knock at the door snapped me back to reality.
“Sweetie, you okay?” my father called.
Teran Gerdou knew all, seen all, especially when it came to his children, “Natalia?” he said again when I didn’t look at him as he entered.
“Yes,” I replied quickly, too quickly.
Looking down, he saw the paper scattered across my bed, “Is it something about what Tye sent?”
“Non, papa,” I answered in my native language. “Je suis bien.”
Sitting on the bed, his eyes fell on the pages at the very end of my bed. “Dear God, is that Drew?”
“Yes,” I replied tentatively.
“And he’s to be part of the group.”
“Yes.”
He gave me an inquisitive look, his eyes focused on me, “Did you know?”
“No.”
His eyes narrowed, “Does he know?”
“I don’t think so, but I’ll know when he does. I will be able to see it in his eyes when he knows me.” They all looked at you differently.
“Look at it this way, you won’t have to keep any more secrets from him. He’ll finally really be a part of your life. I know you want that,” he was trying to cheer me up; it wasn’t really working.
My father saw the look in my eyes and took it as a sign that he should leave. He’d not seen me this upset since we lost my mother in that air raid. All I could do was to sit and wait for the fireworks. The show starts at nine.

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Hey, well that was chapter II, let me know what you think.

[alanna]

more more more more this is sooooooooooooooooooo much better than the ficpress one
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[Lady Mage]

Wow

[Ting]

[glow=red,2,300]A Scream From Within: Chapter 3[/glow]

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Drew Macintyre

I never thought I’d see Friday, the way my nerves had attacked me all week. A whole week of avoiding Rika, I mean Natalia. That wasn’t the hardest part, as she seemed to be avoiding me as well. I knew that she knew because I had been talking to Tye again when I calmed down. She had known about the group for a while but not the exact identities of the members until just before me.
Tye said she hadn’t said anything about me to him, but Teran, her father, had mentioned it. As a father he was worried of course. Teran had always liked me and I hoped this hadn’t changed anything.
No one knew how she felt about it. I had ran through scenarios in my head millions of times since I met her, but I had never thought of this twist. I wonder if she did the same thing when she thought about me finding out about her. I didn’t know what to think anymore. All of my scenarios were based on the Rika I knew, not this Natalia Gerdou who I’d never met.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I sighed softly, working a small amount of gel into my still damp hair. I pulled a dark red muscled shirt over my head, it hanging just over the belt on my dark navy jeans. I ran my hands through my hair again, only to have my front pieces fall back down in my eyes. I could never do anything with them. I smiled, Rika thought they were cute.
I flinched; Rika thought they were cute, but did Natalia. I breathed deeply, my hands resting on the sink, my head falling forward. I stared at nothing in particular as I thought of all the things I didn’t know anymore.
I looked at my watch; 8:30, time to go. I took one last look in the mirror.
The stage is set, the actors in costume, let the show begin.

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Natalia Gerou

8:30.
I didn’t want to face down Drew in the way I had to go into that meeting. Dealing with a room full of egotistical, intelligent males was a difficult, give and take, process that can involve a lot negotiation and a lot of profanity. These boys were talented, and they knew it. I had my work cut out for me.
Holding up my freshly done French braid, I slid on my black leather jacket over a baby blue camisole. Slipping my sunglasses on the top of my head, I slowly removed the color changing contacts from my eyes, seeing them change from an icy blue to their natural striking violet.
I stared hard at the 9mm sitting on my dresser beneath the mirror. I reached for it, then stopping. No, it wasn’t coming with me. I reached for my 9 inch butterfly knife instead. It was a family heirloom and was the only weapon I needed. I almost lived with it on me. At the same time, both Tye and Drew would be there if something went horribly wrong, though I doubted it would. Tye had hand picked these boys so the level of professionalism.
A tinge of nervousness hit as I grabbed my laptop off my daybed as well as seven thick file folders. If all went well I could be in and out of there in less than 30 minutes with a second meeting date set in stone. Plus, I really wanted to finally talk to Drew.
The only real doubt I had was not whether they’d follow me, but whether or not they’d work with each other. None of these guys were team players, all solo to date. That fact made me uncomfortable.
Stepping outside, I let the wind blow the door shut behind me. Waiting for me in the driveway was my black Ninja motorcycle. I’d had it for 2 years now and it had every upgrade you could put on it. These motorcycles have lasted the ages.
Tucking my laptop and folders in the storage compartment under the seat, I pulled on my helmet and hopped on my bike. Taking a deep breath, I leaned down over the handle bars and with a squeal of my back tire, headed towards 6th Boulevard.
You wouldn’t think that a motorcycle would be a place for quiet reflection. Maybe it’s the fact that on a motorcycle, it’s just you and your head. For whatever reason, I was slaloming through bloated SUVs at 120 km per hour and all I could think about was tomorrow and how I would never be able to speak casually to Drew again.
Stopping, I stared up at the starry sky above our meeting place, an office in a newly deserted building. Hopping off, I pulled my bike inside the big glass doors, and was surprised to see many other beautiful motorcycles also inside. Must be an assassin thing, having good taste.
Grabbing my laptop and folders, I made my way up the stairs.
Room 3b, the room where my life was about to take a drastic turn.

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Drew Macintyre

A sleeping dragon, do not disturb, a deadly strength not seen nor heard.
A poem I heard once, about the Gerdou clan. Well, that poet must have never met one because that deadly strength and fluid grace was obvious as I watched Natalia Gerdou stride through the white doors into the small conference room. She was a performer and she played the part well. All eyes in the room were on her, and she knew it.
Striding to the end of the table, the black clothed women set her silver laptop and several file folders on the long wooden table. She sat down slowly on the black chair, crossing her legs. Natalia pulled off her sunglasses, twirling them between her right thumb and index finger. Her violet eyes took in the seven men sharing the room with her, us six young men and Tye. I was the only one, besides Tye, that was the least bit comfortable in her presence. The rest looked so nervous. I couldn’t be, despite recent events, no knowing her in the intimate way I did.
Suddenly, catching everyone off guard, she spoke, a smirk on her face.
“Didn’t your parents teach you that staring is rude?” she questioned sarcastically.
The boys settled a bit, only a bit though. Everyone wanted to get down to business.
Natalia stood up again and addressed her team, “Ladies,” she turned to Tye, “and gentleman, my name is Natalia Gerdou and I’m here because, well,” she laughed, “I don’t know. The pay’s bad and I have to work with you. But, none the less, I’m here to lead you on a team trial run.”
The room was silent, looks of pure shock on the faces of the onlookers.
“Comments, boys?” she raised an eyebrow. “You are going to have to become comfortable with me, whether it’s my s*x or name that makes you twitch, or this won’t work. I’m not going to shoot you if you look at me the wrong way. For God’s sake, I’m not even carrying a gun.”
A tall blonde American snickered, Joel Carter as his name, “You mean you came to this meeting without a weapon? Are you mental?” The man seemed to have grown a set of balls knowing Natalia was unarmed.
Out of nowhere a knife struck the table in front of him. A beautiful 9” butterfly knife, intricately carved dragon on the hilt. The blade imbedded in the table between the thumb and index finger of his right hand. Though none of us saw her throw it, we knew where it came from. Joel looked like he sh*t himself.
“Oh, I didn’t say that,” the remark from the Gerdou told us exactly who owned the blade.
Grabbing the knife from the table, I slid it along the table to her hand.
“Mr. Macintyre,” she looked at me, “You have something to say?”
“I know what I’m to be doing and I’m sure everyone else does too, so what is the point of this meeting?”
“It is mine and Tye’s responsibility to tell our employers whether or not this group will click well enough for the job to be done efficiently. Basically, we’re supposed to, and I quote, ‘get to know each other’.” She replied.
“I think as adults, we’re mature enough to work together, I know I’ve never worked with a team, but there’s a first time for everything,” it was Croycheck who spoke. I had talked to him before the meeting began and genuinely like the Russian.
Natalia smiled lightly at his cooperation, “I sure as hell hope so, because otherwise this has been a gigantic waste of a lot of peoples’ time.”
Tye spoke up, “We need to get a 2nd meeting date set to go over details.”
“How about two weeks from today, that’ll give us 2 months for final preparations,” I suggested.
Everyone seemed in agreement to that.
“No,” except Natalia, it seemed, “that’s a bad day for me.”
I looked at her curiously. She rolled her eyes at me, “Nationals, Drew,” she whispered.
“Oooh,” the Canadian, Marcus, cooed, “Do I sense a personal relationship?”
I shook my head; this wasn’t going to be pretty.
Who knew the group’s d**n ice breaker would be mine and Natalia’s stressed relationship. The barrage of questions that followed made me think I was being attacked by 14 year old girls. It seemed like it went on for hours.
“Quiet!” Natalia had reclaimed her laptop and glasses, which sat atop her head. The folders she picked up and dropped dead center of the table.
“These are files on your comrades and, against my will, one on me. After this, these are to be destroyed and mine is not to be sold to the highest bidder,” she sounded annoyed. “Three weeks from today, same time, same place.”
She fluidly closed her knife, reattaching it to her leg. With the same grace she left the room, shaking her head. Tye left with her.
As the door shut behind her, every pair of eyes was suddenly on me.
“Spill,” the light haired Austrian said bluntly.
“Heinz,” I hissed through my teeth, “f**k off!”
Chang walked around the table and sat on the table in front of me, “Chang’s the name. Normally this stuff doesn’t interest me, but, it’s a Gerdou, man, and a d**n fine one at that.”
Cornered as I was, no amount of training was going to get me out of there with my full skin.
“We’re in the same school.” I tried.
That wasn’t enough for them, they knew there was more.
I sighed, running my right hand through my hair, “We run track together.”
That raised a few eyebrows, but it didn’t fool Chang, “Say it, I can see it in your eyes, she’s your lover.”
I lowered my head.
The whoops and hollers that erupted could have been heard a mile away.
“d**n,” a short stocky 19-year-old commented, “That’s a nice piece of *ss.”
I jumped up and slammed Marcus, the commenter, hard against the glass windows, my hand at his throat.
“You say something like that again and I swear you will not live to speak again. Or worse, I could tell Natalia what you said. Then, you will wish you had died at my hand.”
Throwing him back against the table, I grabbed my jacket and folder and slammed the door behind me. Taking the stairs two at a time, I found Natalia waiting for me on the bottom step. I paused and walked hesitantly towards her.
“I wondered when you’d run. How much do they know?” she inquired.
“Enough,” I admitted.
“And you know a lot as well,” she meant about herself.
“I found out last Sunday.”
“I know, I can tell. So what now?” you could tell she was nervous.
“It’s only 9:30, we can still catch the 10:00 at the drive-in,” I tried, a coy little smile on my face.
“Are you serious?” she was surprised.
“I know you too well Natalia to fear you,” the shock at that statement was written on her face. I paused, “So, all this new discovery means is fewer secrets and more to talk about. I’m sure you have so many awesome stories to tell me.”
“How long did it take you to come to this conclusion?” she smiled, that warm smile that could melt the hardest heart.
I smiled back, “Many, many sleepless nights.”

[alanna]

I love it i love it i love it
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[Ravendust]

This is a very good story, I like it. ^^