Chapter
four:
#Millia
I hugged
myself to keep the cold air out. I could barely feel my fingers anymore and my
hair died down. It clung to my face and neck.
And it
tangled. I hate hair tangles, this will be impossible to work out in the
morning.
Sol’s
attitude didn’t really help. I come to warn him and he doesn’t care. Well, it
none of my business if he smoked or carried around a big fire sword.
Rain
crawled down my back.
Why was I
thinking too much of him anyway? He helped me and I’m thankful for that, but
I’m in no condition whatsoever to get strings attached to anyone. Let alone a male.
They have a thing for possessions, I cant really
understand it. Zato possessed me, Venom wanted to
posses me and push me around. Almost all the guys back home –or what used to be
home- all wanted to get lucky with me.
I’m not
even sure what exactly this lucky was.
A punch in the mouth perhaps?
I heard a
car screech in the slippery road and absently looked at the unfortunate driver.
My eyes widened when the flashlights of the car were pointing at me and the car
was sliding towards me with haste.
Seconds
before the metal grinded my meat I jumped into the air and away from the walls.
Unfortunately for me, I landed right in the middle of the street. I hoped the
driver would be alive when his car hit the wall, but for my surprise, the car
just twisted around and took another swing at me!
He’s trying
to kill me!
The insane
driver probably saw the stricken look on my face when increased speed, the
wheels screamed on the slippery road and the lights were in my eyes, I couldn’t
see a thing! I jumped into the air again and latched into one of the emergency
stairways. Climbing up and up until I reached the roof, I saw the car driving
away slowly and rounding a corner. They will be waiting for me if I ever go
down there.
A bullet
barely missed my ear and made a loud buzz when It
passed close. They must be more that I anticipated.
I started a
run to the next building and jumped over the ledge and into the next one, I
heard boots behind me. boots that were a standard
issue at the Guild.
Venom must
have sent them. And here I thought I’d be out of it for sure.
Damn.
There was a
shot in the dark followed by sharp pain in my wrist.
My vision
blurred suddenly and the street lights weren’t helping by being so darn bright.
The person
running behind me shot again, and I heard a bullet miss my head. I had to lose
him! I rounded a corner and waited for a few agonizing moments. Just as he
rounded the corner, I sent a fist to his stomach, my hair aiding me by turning
into a thin line and strangling the person. I didn’t want to kill him, so I
just hit his arm on the wall behind us as he struggled to breath
and he dropped the gun on impact. I grabbed the gun and pulled back my hair,
running away and descending an emergency stairway.
I shot
twice into the air to prevent him from following me, but I guess the gun only
had two bullets left for it clicked silently when I pulled the trigger a third
time. I jumped down the stairs and heard sounds behind me, a car screeching on
the road and then the roar of the motor behind me.
I threw the
gun behind me as I ran, and heard the crack of glass. The car swerved when the
glass was broken and for my horror, the motor roared louder and became closer
and closer.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
#Sol
The phone
rang.
Damn…
And rang.
Shut up…
And rang more.
“What?” I
pulled the receiver to my ear and dropped my head down on my arm again.
“Excuse me
sir,” a female voice was on the other line, “Are you Sol Badguy?”
“Who wants
to know?” I frowned and rubbed my eyes.
“Sir, we
are sorry to inform you that your wife is currently receiving medical attention
at our hospital.”
I blinked twice
before checking the date in my database. My wife is dead for
more than 200 years… “What?”
“Your wife. She is here at the city’s central hospital. Don’t
worry, sir, she’ll be okay.” The female spoke.
“Ah… what’s
she like?” I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I don’t HAVE a wife!
“You will
see her when you get here.”
“No, I
mean, how does she look like?”
There was a
pause. “Are you Sol Badguy?”
“Yeah, I
am, but I’ve married more than once.” I lied, what the hell’s wrong with that
woman?
“Oh, well,
she’s blonde, has blue eyes, speaks with a Russian R.
I’m not sure why, but her hair twitches on its own.” The nurse seemed nervous
at the last information.
Damn… “Oh,
Right… I’ll be there.” I groaned when I replaced the receiver in its cradle.
~~~~~~~
I must have
looked scary carrying that big fire sword with me into the hospital. “My wife
is here.”
The
receptionist was reading a magazine and was blowing bubble gum, “Name?”
“Badguy.” I leaned to the site supported by the Fuuenken.
She glanced
at me, her heavily colored lashes half closing her bored eyes, “Listen, honey,
I work here, but I get off in three hours if that’s what you came for.”
I corked a
brow. “I wouldn’t go with you if you were the last cow on earth. My wife
is here under the name Badguy.”
She blew a
bubble, and gave me a once-over. “Oh, well, I still go
off in three hours, darling.” She clicked something on the computer and waved a
hand. “Room 140, follow the yellow line. When you reach the old lady, turn
right, the elevator’s broken.”
“Feh.” I instantly followed the yellow line and
fumed. Why on earth did she use my name? I don’t want to get into more
trouble than I already am. I reached an old lady that offered me some freshly
baked cookies and a glass of milk, I gladly accepted a
cookie and about faced at the sight of milk. I’m not a very happy person in the
morning. Especially without Caffeine or Nicotine.
I climbed
the stairs and threw the last piece of cookie into my mouth before pushing the
doors open, meeting a lively hallway. I shoved my hands in my pockets, cradling
Fuuenken under my arm. A few nurses smiled at me and I could see patients with
broken legs or arms watching TV in their open rooms.
I stood in
front of an open door to read the number, and was surprised to hear a familiar
voice behind me. I turned around and saw a doctor with a paper bag on his head
attending somebody’s cast. I instantly about faced and slid my way out before
he’d notice me and continued on, finally reaching room 140.
I opened
the door and she was alone in the room, looking out the window from where she
sat on her white bed. Upon noticing me, she smiled and her eyes widened in what
seemed to be surprise, “Sol?”
“They
called me.” I pointed a thumb backwards and closed the door. After all, I didn’t
want her to think that I care about her or anything.
“Oh.” Her
face fell and her shoulder’s slumped. “Why are you
here?”
I sat down
on the stool next to her and leaned my sword on the bed, linking my ankles over
the bed. “Why’d you check in with my name?”
She
fidgeted with her fingers in her lap before she touched the cast on her arm. “Um…
I have a problem.” She started.
Before she
could say anything else I frowned, “I don’t need more problems than I do
already, period.”
She looked
up at me with glassy blue eyes, her jaw trembled
before she looked back at her bandaged arm. “Venom is after me, have I checked
in with ‘Rage’ he’d find me for sure and that would only put everyone here in
danger. He’s the reason I’m here in the first place.”
I poured
myself a glass of water and slowly drank it when she started to speak again. “I’m
sorry if it got you problems, I really didn’t intend for it to reach you, I
only wanted to be let out tomorrow. Until they gave me crutches, then I would
have been out of your hair in no time.”
I put the
glass down and sighed, “Crutches?”
She blinked
twice before she pushed the white blanket off her lower body. Her left leg
covered in hard cast.
A smirk
cross my lips, how much I wanted to carve my name there with the fireseal.
So I’m
corrupted, get lost.
“Don’t
laugh at
“Well,
seeing as you’re my wife now, I have to at least check you out.” I
joined my fingers behind my head and started to imagine exactly how my
signature would look like on her arm.
“Don’t.” she
shook her head. “Nobody cares. Just leave.”
I so hate
rejection.
“Were are you gonna stay?” I put my
feet down and started to look into the drawer of the nightstand in boredom.
She only
shrugged. Looking out the window.
I tried to
bite my tongue over the next few words I knew I was going to say, but I just
couldn’t, old habits die hard I guess. “How about you stay at my place for a
day or two, let the freak cool down before you go out again.”
She sighed
and looked at me, dark bags under her eyes. “No thank you, Sol, I don’t need
your help.”
I frowned,
“You can’t run your way out of a shoe box.”
She leaned
back into the pillows. “I’m not going to, I’m sick of running.” She lifted her
arm, “They say the bullet penetrated the bone, this’ll take forever to heal.”
“Nah, only six months.” I mentally kicked myself.
She looked
at me, “How’d you know?”
Duh, I used
to be a doctor myself! “None of your business.”
She looked
confused for a moment and poured herself a glass of water, her hair putting the
pitcher down.
I clenched
my jaws and wished for a cigarette.
One minute
I’m nicer than usual, the other I’m shutting her off. I really don’t want her
to know anything, it would spare both of us the trouble, but hell, she looks
miserable every time we speak. I’m starting to think it’s me…
Her hair
started randomly slithering around like a snake, mostly towards me.
Crap…
I started
to get up, “Well, then, if you don’t need me, I’ll be leaving.”
One minute I
was looking at the door, the other I was staring at the ceiling with tears in
my eyes. Her hair tugging at mine without signs of letting go
anytime soon.
“Oh! Sorry!
I’m so sorry!” I staggered back and fell into her bed when she pulled at her
hair and thus, mine. I sat up and frowned.
“Stop it.” I
said quietly, trying to maintain my voice.
“I cant!” she passed her fingers through the edges of my hair.
Of course, I wouldn’t have noticed that had the physical-contact warning have
not gone off in my head.
I’m
starting to think she does this on purpose.
She gave one
hard tug and we both heard something crack in my neck.
End of
chapter four.