A/N: Decided to write a second chapter! Please review!
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Chapter 2: Haunted
Jane needed a break – some fresh air. That is why she was glad to have her own Ducati with her all to herself, driving it on the road against the gentle breeze that pushes her blonde hair away from her face: giving her a great view of the landscape ahead of them. Ever since the day she had met Number Four, his Cepan, and everyone else whom they've befriended, things are just not the same anymore. She needed time to think because she was suffocating, mainly because of one person. She doesn't know why she was acting like this. It was all knew to her. What is happening?
For the first time, Jane didn't know what to do. Before she was saved after being badly injured by the Mogadorians, she actually didn't mind the pain for she was ready to die. She doesn't have anyone who cares for her and those whom she did care for are all dead. In fact, she only had one person who did care and the person was her Cepan, Katarina. Unfortunately, Katarina died three years ago when she was only thirteen years old and ever since then, she had decided to find the others. Since then, she had believed that the only way out from this living hell is to fight those who were causing it. She wanted to fight, to avenge everything that was taken away from her, all the love ones that she had lost and now missed. She hoped for a change if ever she finds the others. And when she met John, she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She was in fact looking forward in meeting him before she even knew that she was going to save his ass from the battle with the Mogadorians, but the feeling of whatever it was she was longing for did not come the first time she had met him.
She found it though eventually – it came from a brown-haired brainiac boy who had saved her from death. She didn't know it was possible, heck she had actually given up on living! Yet, here she was, still alive and breathing and it was all because of one boy who had pulled her into his truck when she became unconscious in the battle and stitched her wounds. It was similar to those classics she had heard of but never actually bothered to read – "a hero or a prince charming saving a damsel in distress". She was very angry at him for saving her. When she regained her consciousness not long after, she was screaming at him while in tears, yelling to why he had to save her. The boy was obviously in shock, that's for certain. She looked at his reaction: his mouth was in the shape of an O and then finally closed it. He thought of the answer and when she had heard it, it had given her hope, something to continue living for. "We need you," the boy had said before sliding into the driver's seat and headed off further into the woods. Those were the first time she had seen the boy and heard him speak. Hopefully, it was not the last. And it wasn't.
"What do you want?" she asked furiously.
"What do you mean?" he replied in an opposite tone.
"I don't like owing people." She said sharply.
"Ahh…There's only one thing I want."
"…And? What is it?" She tried to remain calm but couldn't.
"I want to come with you," said Sam in a serious tone.
"You must be kidding!" Jane exclaimed, aghast by what she had just heard but because of the seriousness in his tone, she shuts her mouth and no words have been spoken since then.
Fortunately, they had been successful in defeating the Mogadorians who were after John. Unfortunately, they lost Henri. Their only hope now rests in finding the others and together, they have to do what they were trained to do: fight those who have destroyed their lives till every one of 'em are turned into ash.
Jane looked at her right side mirror, checking the certain boy in his dad's truck, the boy who had haunted her thoughts recently. What has gotten into her, she does not know. The boy seems to be in deep thought about something but she couldn't really tell – she also had to concentrate on driving and the road. However, after a couple of more talks between him and John, he seemed to have lightened up. What are they doing? Aren't they even worried of what they have just gotten themselves into? Jane stared more at Sam, exchanging looks at road every two seconds. Damn road! She truly regretted yelling at him during that time, during that moment. Truth to be told, she was actually thankful that he had saved her life, but the fear was much greater than she could ever imagine, causing her to lose the composure and the don't-care-attitude she had worked on and built for the past three years. She was truly sorry for what she had done, but she did not want him to see her break down again. She did not want him to think that she was a softy, a weakling.
Jane shook her head at the recent thoughts suddenly occurring. She was not going to let just anything creeping into her mind get her, at least, not just anything. She is strong, physically and mentally. She will push aside whatever is troubling her because she can. Can't she?
For the 20th time, she glances at her right side mirror and finds herself staring longer than expected. She sees Sam, staring at her with who-knows-what-kind of interest, and she couldn't help but stare back. Not that he would notice anyway. Jane smirked unconsciously as the boy, who was recently in a trance, snapped and came back into reality. She was heading towards the other side of the road! She took a deep breath and raises one of her hands as a sign to indicate that she was fine. "It was great while it lasted," she sighs before looking straight ahead, thinking of their destination. "…Number Seven… in Madrid,Spain eh? We're coming for you, hopefully, before anyone else does."
