Being A Rouge
CHAPTER 1
There was no surrendering coming from the cold wind that hit me, when I walked outside. It was only three o'clock, but it felt much later. The thought of how I would spend my day today, made me yawn. A perfectly good Friday afternoon spent in the library, having to read up on my family history. My A.P history teacher thought that a nice way to learn his new students, was a family history assignment, learn your family's story. Easy right? Maybe for a normal person, but for me this was going to be a long and hard day. My mother never talked about my family, she said being Amber Rouge was enough.
The clouds above me started to swirl, depicting a storm about to start. I look at the road in front of me, looking for any cars about to come. The only people still at the school were ones that had team or club meetings after school.The library was not that far away, but in the rain it could feel like five miles.
When the last of the cars past me, I start to walk to the other side of the road. Then a sound made me jump, a motorcycle starting. It had to be Hunter; he always stayed after for the archery team meeting. He was also the only person with a motorcycle, in the whole school. I was walking on the sidewalk on the other side of the street, I could clearly hear the sound of his motorcycle getting closer and eventually stopping behind me. I turned around to face him, looking at him, his black hair and ice blue eyes still able to be seen, even with the helmet.
"You look like you need a ride. Come on Amber." He said handing me his spare helmet.
"You do know that you have a motorcycle, I'm going to get rained on either way." I say back.
Hunter was going to say something, but then cold drops of water hit my arm with powerful force. Sighing, I throw my backpack over my shoulders and got on the bike.
"So where to? You were walking a different way than you usually do after the combat club meeting, why do we have a combat club anyways? I mean combat in school?" He asked, as he rambled on about how fighting shouldn't be allowed in school. Suddenly I regretted my choice of clothes, the thin green t-shirt and jeans were making it hard to stay warm.
"Hunter, not the topic of the conversation here. I was going to the library." I suddenly realized just how cold I was from the rain, and started shivering. Finally after finishing his rant he looked back and noticed how cold I was. He got off the bike and got his jacket, that he was seen with all the time, out of the side saddle, he took my backpack, taking what little heat I had left with it.
"Here," He said handing me the jacket. "You could have told me to shut up." He looked back to make sure I had put the jacket on; when he saw I had put it on he smiled and turned forward. "Ok, to the library." He started the engine and drove down the street , forcing me to hold on to him so I wouldn't fall off the bike.
It didn't take long to arrive at the library . Hunter had refused to leave me far away from home in the rain, with no way to get home. Sitting at the table at the back of the library I felt alone, most of the people that are here at this time weren't here. And it was very out of the ordinary for people like Anna to not be at the library, she loved being here more than most of us. I was in the people's records section when sitting down, my focus was shifted to a sound outside of the exit door.
"Help me..." A woman's voice said though the exit door. The sound hit me like a ton of bricks, what I was supposed to do, should I call for help? or run out there like a crazy person and try to help? I mean I am capable of helping but what if it was too late? "Help!" The voice was much louder now. Without waiting another minute I jumped from my seat and headed for the exit door. The cold rain and the cold air, from the outside made a wall as if trying to keep me inside, I didn't listen.
There was no woman to be seen. I was the only one in the small enclosed alleyway outside of the library. I turned around, and when my eyes focused saw big gash marks on the brick wall. Lightning caught me off guard, and the door flew shut.
"I knew the perfect way to get you out of there was someone in need." A man appeared from a small shadow. As he stepped closer I could see a big wolf tattoo going from his neck on to his face. "Now there is no one to save you, not like your great grandma." He jumped at me, I Close my eyes, bracing for impact, but it never came.
I opened my eyes to see Hunter, with the unconscious man on the ground next to him.