"What in the the world? What type of voodoo shit is this?" I screamed in surprise, finding out what the source of the fog earlier was.
"Shhh! It's not voodoo, it's magic." He whispered. He was thickening the fog he made up. I peered over the box we were hiding behind on. I personally feel ridiculous hiding behind here when we could use the element of surprise to knock the wind off these men, but magical boy opposed to it. He'd rather have us sit here while he makes silly, little clouds. So to vent out my annoyance of his cowardly opposition, I decided ticking him off would be the best way to vent, and accusing him of voodoo seemed to work best.
"So... Your a guy magician... Does that make you a sorcerer? Or is that stereotype just sexist? Are you a witch then?" I asked him, elevating my voice louder as the conversation grew.
"If I answer, will you stop talking? Were going to die because of yo-"
"So you're a sorcerer, yeah? Lets go with that. That means you do voodoo. Voodoos sorcery too." I said cutting him off.
"I'm not related to any cult!" He scram standing up, giving away our position. "Damn it!" he cursed off of irritation when the chasers gaze shifted to us. The fog was thin enough to see us this time. Our position went away, just like that, because of me. I really am a lot to handle, but I guess thats why I'm on the run by myself. I expected him to keep his distance from me this time, but he didn't. He grabbed my arm, once again, with his strong grip, and led me away from those men.
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We ended up in one of the abandoned buildings in the alleyway this time, much more reliable than that box. I found the light switch near the door and turned the dim lights on. I looked around and realized how eerie this place looked. I have always hated scary things, it just gives me the creeps. So I quickly turned the lights off by instinct so I wouldn't be able to see anything.
"What are you doing?" he asked and turned the lights on confused.
"No." I said turning them off. And the war has started. On. Off. On. Off. On. The poor light bulb was already used up, and now it's suffering even more because of our stubbornness. I found a nice place on the eroded floor to sit in and calm down at.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked kneeling next to me and barcadding me with questions.
"Yeah." I said switching my gaze from the dirty, cracked, floor to his face.
"Good." He said, curving his lips, not into a cocky smile this time, but to a friendly smile. I swear, that smile can make any girl go crazy. Me being one of those girls, gave in and apologized.
"I'm really sorry. What I said... It was too much I know, but I'm not used to following plans that aren't made by myself. I've been on the run by myself for so long, so not being my own leaders something new for me." I said, looking at the ground, tracing the cracks on the floor. I was too embarrassed to look at him, suddenly realizing how rude I was acting earlier.
"It's okay, it's forgotten. You know, for a cute girl, you're full of trouble." He laughed at himself. He's actually quite a charming person now that I think about it.
"So... Why are you helping me run?" I asked him, wondering why he was even interested in me. He seems like the type of person that has a lot of people to worry about, and people like that don't have time to worry about people like me. People that dress in rags with dirty faces and messed up hair. I look like a thug, and not in a good way.
"Well, like I said, your cute. I don't think a man can have a better reason to save a girl than pure attraction." He said looking at my eyes sweetly. Note to self, this guy is a total flirt.
"I think that's stupidity talking, but thanks anyway." I said getting up and walking to the door, checking if the coast was clear. "We can get out now." I said walking out, I couldn't wait to get out of this eerie room.
"Okay, so where too?" He asked, standing in front of me, forcing me to look up at him.
"Where? Well, I go my way and you go home, to your family." I said walking to a familiar road. He was walking behind me and I figured he must live the same way this road goes to, so I stopped walking to get out of his way. When I did, he did. I thought that was a coincidence, so I tried again. And again, he stopped when I stopped.
"Are you lost or something?" I asked.
"I'm caught huh? Well, truth is, I was seperated from my brother. He left me a note and told me to meet up with him in a place that's nearby." He said, pulling out a ripped piece of newspaper from his jacket and gave it to me. "But..." He stopped.
"But? There's a but?" I asked, cocking my eyebrows.
"I need help getting there. You see, I'm on the run too... From the same people that were chasing after you." He said with a sad look in his face. He seemed too much of an honest person, so I trusted him and told him I could help him get there.
"So this place, your brother's there?" I asked him, continuing my walk to the road.
"Well, my brother and a cute girl." he said, "B-But she's with him! She turned me down already, so don't worry I'm free!"
"Uh, no." I said, stopping him from thinking wrong. "So, let's see where were headed too. HENDERSON?" I screamed and suddenly stopped walking, baffled.
"What's wrong?" He scram surprised shaking me a little by my shoulders.
"Henderson's far far faaar away!" I screamed, "That'll take us two weeks at the least!" I panicked, and sat on the floor, curling my face to my knees trying to calm myself down.
"Sorry, it's okay, you don't need to help me cutie." He said, patting my back and walking away.
"No, it's okay you helped me, I'll help you. But you need to stop calling me cutie or cute girl, my names Minzy." I said, getting off the floor, trying to contain myself.
"I'm Simon Bae, nice to meet you Minzy." He said helping me off the ground.
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