~Path of Destruction~
Chapter 1: Shadows
I pulled the strings of my gray hoodie tighter, attempting to hold in any warmth left, and avoided shivering as I watched the raindrops fall. Keeping close to the brick walls, I refused to look back into the abyss of black behind me, though the hairs on the back of my neck warned me of being followed.
I couldn't let my fear of Damian cloud my judgement. He wasn't here, not yet anyway.
Quickly, I darted into a vibrantly lit area and pushed my back against the wall, acting nonchalant.
There.
In the darkness, I spotted a silhouette ducking into an alley, as if to avoid me noticing. "Too late," I thought.
I had hoped that the path I'd taken would lead to an open area, but of course, it led right to another set of paths to choose.
"End, damn you," I grumbled, feeling more tense as I went, walking faster without thinking. "Come on, don't freak out, don't look obvious," I murmured to myself.
Finally, a street light shone at the end of my current path, and without thinking, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Someone was still following me.
My spine tingled with the need to turn around. I found myself walking even faster, desperate for light. I hadn't expected a figure in front of me as I quickly rounded the corner, and taken off guard, I landed a solid punch to the person's face.
The person fell back, holding the wounded area. "Holy crap, oooooowwwch!" He exclaimed. I hadn't expected this guy to be so young sounding. "I'm so sorry!" I said, reaching down to offer a hand, "I wasn't expecting you to be there, I'm sorry!" "Ugh," he complained, taking my hand, "no worries. Sorry I scared you. What's your name?"
My flags went up immediately, and I curved inward on myself. "What's YOUR name?" I countered. To my surprise, the guy chuckled, and while rubbing his nose, said, "Mason. Mason Hewitt." He held out his hand.
Cautiously, I reached forward and took his hand, giving it a single firm shake, and replied, "Rachel."
The name tasted wrong, and that's because it was, but only I would know that. Once I blew off this town as well, they would only know me as the girl they met one time. "Where did you come from?" I asked, then startled as another figure emerged from the shadows. "Whoa! He's okay!" Mason said as I began to back up.
"Is your nose okay?" The guy asked sweetly, unfolding Mason's hands from around his nose to look at it. The guy looked like a 13 year old, but it was obvious that he was older, and he offered me a sweet, humored smile. It took me a second to realize they were together, and it was confirmed when the guy gave Mason's nose a quick kiss. "Better?" He asked, and Mason nodded.
"Welcome to Beacon Hills, Rachel. I'm Corey." The other guy said. "Thanks," I said, completely done with this situation before more people began to show up. Who knows what this town held.
I backed up and quickly walked in the other direction, but I heard their footsteps follow. Please, please do not make me hurt you two, I begged in my head. Caught up in my thoughts, I almost walked slam into another, much taller and sturdier figure, to whom I went to land a kick to.
He caught my leg, keeping hold before asking, "What the hell is your problem, woman?" "The creepy men spawning from every open alleyway around, now leave me alone!" I said forcefully, and shoved him away.
I heard the three of them start talking, and tried to calm my terrified heart, but thankfully, their voices did not follow.
"Breathe," I silently reminded myself, but to my surprise, instead of a relieved sigh, it came out with a sob and I sternly told myself not to cry, not right now. These attacks came suddenly sometimes, and out of nowhere. It made me realize just how scared I had been previously. I softly covered my mouth and took several slow deep breaths, pushing my back hard against a random wall that I'd found myself resting on.
"Don't be an idiot," I whispered to myself, "it's been six years, and you're still alive. Don't lose it over three guys and a creepy alleyway."
I cupped my hands under the edge of the tin roof and let water pool into the palms. My hands were nearly white with cold, but I ignored them, and used the fresh rainwater to wash the tear tracks from my face. I couldn't afford to be weak or distracted; I had to stay focused and attentive.
Once I had ahold of myself again, I darted back into the shadows, where I'd called home for years, and would probably call home for several more...
Until Damian found me, and kept his promise.
**Holy. Crap. Guys, I have missed you! You have no idea what hell has been going on with my computer! Okay, so I know I promised you guys a new story, and it was happening. I wrote 6 chapters and was planning to upload within the next day, and my computer wiped itself. I lost everything, and it took forever to get it back up. As if that wasn't bad enough, what I use to type was also wiped from my computer, hindering my ability to write even further. That story WILL eventually come back, but for now, I've started this one and will have to come back from all the progress I lost on the other.
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