A/N: Hey everyone this is Tasha speaking. I just want to announce that this story is not only written by me but by my boyfriend Macauley as well. So this is a story we're writing together. Here's chapter 1 of Hero, hope you like it. ^_^
Chapter 1
BPOV
I walk to the bus stop after my therapy session. I had a good session today. We talked about my parents a little. Mike, my therapist, always praises me when I talk about my parents, since I usually stray from that topic. I sigh and stand as the bus pulls up.
I take my seat and look out the window at the passing by buildings, while listening to my Ipod. The sun is mostly set, only a pink-orange line is lighting the city, giving everything a misty, dream-like state. I smile at the vanishing light. Sometimes I'm glad I get to admire and appreciate the things nature gives us. Trees, forests, sunsets. Its all beautiful.
When the bus finally gets to my stop it's dark outside. I step off and walk towards the entrance of the cemetery. My mom used to tell me never to walk through a cemetery at night. That was when I was about seven and we lived in a nice neighborhood. When it
was the three of us.
*Flashback*
I walked into the living room, where my mom was watching a scary movie on the couch. She smiles at me as I approach the couch and pats the seat next to her. I accept the invitation and snuggle up to her. On the screen a girl is running through a cemetery. I tug on my moms shirt.
"Why is she running?"
"Because that man is chasing her," she explains, rubbing soothing circles on my arm.
"In a cemetery?" I ask confused.
"Yes," she says.
I watch the screen, looking at the stones the girl is laying next to.
"Can I go to the cemetery?" I ask.
"Sure, when your older," she reasons. "But never go through the cemetery at night, ok?"
"Why?"
She looks at me with a sly smile on her face. "Because you never know what kind of weirdo's are out there, looking for pretty girls to eat!" she said tackling me and tickling my sides. I howled with laughter.
*End Flashback*
I try to swallow the lump that's formed in my throat, the tightness that indicates that I want to cry. That was a long time ago. My twenty first birthday is coming in a week and its been 10 years since she and my dad died. I live with uncle Carlisle now.
The wind picks up and I hug my jacket closer to me. The streets are strangely empty tonight. No one out for an evening walk or walking their dog. I check my phone, 7:56 pm. There's usually someone out, and there aren't even any cars passing by. The terrible silence makes me shiver and puts me on edge. I jump at the slight noise the wind makes.
I make it to the middle of the pathway, where there's somewhat of an intersection, when I'm startled by laughter coming ahead of me. A group of maybe eight are standing under one of the three tall beams that try to light the graveyard. I take a couple steps back, hoping the lack of light disguises me.
I must of made a noise because one of the members turns their head towards me, then taps another guy, pointing me out. My heart starts to pound and I weigh my options. I turn right down a different pathway that lead to another exit. The group separates and two men begin to walk down the path while the others turn back.
I quicken my steps and pray that they don't follow me. My heart is beating so hard that my chest is throbbing and I can hear the light thuds of their footsteps. "Run" a distant voice calls. I jump in surprise at the nearness of the voice, but take the advice and take off in a sprint. Laughter trails behind me and the thuds sound heavier.
A sob escapes me and I push myself to go further, willing my legs to go faster. I make it to the exit and continue to run into the maze of houses. I can still hear them behind me, not too close, calling me out. Why are they still after me?
I reach the end of the maze and enter a long street of closed shops. My breathing is ragged and harsh, my lungs feel like they might collapse. I stop and look around for a place to hide. I see an ally-way and make my way to it. Right when I reach the entrance I feel two arms yank me backwards and I fall into the street.
"You run fast, sweetheart, but not fast enough," the man says yanking me up and pulling me close to him. I can smell the alcohol on his breath and I struggle to get free from his grasp, but he's to strong.
He holds my arms down to my sides and starts to trail kisses down my neck before another voice interrupts him. I struggle again.
"What happened to sharing?" a tall, skinny man asks.
The man holding me laughs, "get your own, Tyler."
"Don't be a dick, Ray," the tall man growls.
'Ray' snorts and throws me the man, causing me to fall and scrape my leg. Tyler picks me up and holds me down the same way Ray did. He yanks my arms puling me closer. I yelp in pain and try to pull away, which makes him grab tighter. He shakes me to face him and then he forces his lips on mine. I protest and push to fight him off.
"Get off of me you pig!" I shout once he finally pulls away, and knee him in the groin. He shouts out in pain and bends over, grabbing himself.
"You stupid bitch!" he yells and then punches me in the face.
I fall to the ground, holding my face in my hand and crying in pain. Ray climbs on top of me and tries to undo my pants, but I'm squirming to much. He growls in frustration and begins to punch me. I scream and yell at him till Tyler covers my mouth. Ray continues to punch me and I slowly feel myself slipping into darkness. I can smell and feel the blood surrounding me.
EPOV
I leaned back against the tree. The cemetery isn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but it will work for tonight. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to imagine some place warm to hide the fact that it was cold. I try to remember happier time, better times. Times when I had a bed to sleep in and food in my belly.
I sigh and open my eyes. Sleep was not coming easily tonight. Some loud laughter erupted through the air, and my head turns to the location of the noise. There's a large group of people standing under one of the lamp posts. They continue to laugh until one of the members looks down the path, and points out something to the group. After a moment the group separates and most of the members turn to the exit while two men head further into the cemetery.
Its then that I notice her. A girl, walking hurriedly down the path to one of the exits. Her long, dark hair swaying as she speed walks. Her face is a mixture of fear and frustration. The two men quicken there step and get closer to the girl. I stand as I watch the scene before me.
"RUN!" I shout to the girl.
She jumps at the sound of my voice, but takes off in a sprint. The two men laugh and run after her. She makes it to the exit and my mind debates on what to do, should I help or not. I run my hands through my hair and sigh as I jog down the slight hill to the exit.
I can see them just as they enter the long row of houses. I sprint trying to catch up to them, but get lost in the maze of houses.
"Fuck," I say to myself.
I continue to run through the houses trying to figure out which direction they went. I reach the end of the maze where a long strip of shops are closed. I see them, just in time to catch one of the men hit her in the face, a her fall to the ground. The other man climbs on top of her, I see her struggle. I glare and start running to where they stand. The man on top of her begins to punch her while the other hold his hand over her mouth.
"Get off of her," I say calmly. The punching stops and the man on top of her stands.
"Who the fuck are you?" he says.
"That is of little importance," I reply, irritated.
I see the girl try to open her eyes to see what's going on, but gives up. One man moves towards me, while the other lifts the girl. She falls limp, but the man holds her up and drags her to a where me and the other man are standing.
"Who is she to you? Your pretty little girlfriend?" one of the men teases, dragging his hand over her body. She lets out a small whimper.
"If you touch her again, I'll kill you," I announce.
In response they laugh. The man runs his hand down her breast. I moved quickly bringing my arm back and swing at the man with full force. He falls to the ground, out cold. I turn to the other man.
"I'm going to tell you one more time. Let her go." I growl.
He barks out in laughter. "No."
I stalks towards them grabbing him by the throat. He tightens his grip around her throat and she gags at the loss of oxygen.
"Let her go, and I won't hurt you badly," I lie.
He seem to think this over, after a moment I hear him smirk. "Fine." He says and then throws the girl to the ground. Her head connects with the pavement with a loud crack sound.
She lets out a loud groan. I let out a low growl and punch him in the same fashion as the other man, only this time continuing to punch him until he goes limp and blood starts to form large stains on his clothes and the pavement. I walk over to the girl and lift her into my arms.
"Miss, can you hear me?" I ask.
She turns her head towards me but doesn't say anything. I can tell that she's beautiful, even with her face all cut and bloody. She looks extremely familiar. She moves her lips.
"Thank you," she whispers, so quietly I almost miss it.
"Don't worry, I'm going to get you to the hospital," I say to her, before lifting her and walking in the direction of a pay phone.
Soooo? What do you think? This first chapter is just me writing, but from here on out I'm going to be writing every other chapter in Bella's POV while Macauley writes Edward's POV. So next chapter will be Macauley writing.
Leave a comment and tell me what you think of this first chapter. I love hearing you opinions.
TTFN; Tah tah for now
Tasha ^_^