I sighed, throwing down my copy of Frankenstein. It would be the second time in the past few days that I had read it; after all, there wasn't much to do. Helen was lost in his own world, scribbling in one of my old sketchbooks with more passion than I ever had. Whenever I would catch glimpses, I could only make out what seemed to be his model of the jar rotator. Whatever else there was, I was content being oblivious of at the moment. But this boredom... just seemed to stretch onward.
I looked over at him, mask in place. I scowled, my fingers clenching as I debated ripping the thing off. His azure eyes broke away from the sketch for just a moment, before they landed on the TV screen. All he ever watched was the news, which I tried to blatantly ignore. I wasn't interested about what they said about us. The mystery of whether or not I was an accomplice or in peril. It was none of their business, nosy people.
"Helen," I called, it coming out as an unintended whine. "Lets do something."
"What?" he replied, even though it barely sounded like a question. The TV was reflecting off on his mask, his focus clearly on it.
"I don't know. Take a walk. Swim in the river. Gather some blood, I don't know, just something."
I heard his sigh as he shook his head. "Jovey, you know as well as I do that we can't yet. There hasn't been a day that has gone by that they haven't talked of you," he murmured, nodding towards the television.
I growled beneath my breath. "So? They spoke of you constantly, but you wandered anywhere you wanted," I pointed out.
"You're missing the point." He dropped his eyes from the screen and resumed his sketching.
"It's not my fault that this cabin fever is eating me alive," I spat, a scowl stretching across my face. When I didn't get a reply, I stalked forward, ripping the sketchbook from him.
"Jovey," he growled, a warning edge to his tone. His usual sparkling eyes were dark.
"Ever since you heard that damn rustling in the bushes you have retreated into your head!"
His eyes narrowed as he stared at me. Before I could blink, he flipped us around to where I was the one sitting, and he was the one kneeling in front of me. "Because this is not all fun and games," he hissed, as my eyes widened. "You may be content, having no worries and no problems. But I'll tell you, Jovey, we do. You need to learn to be over-cautious. Question every thing, even if it may seem silly. It could save you. The authorities are hunting for us right now, and no matter how much you want to, we can not leave. If you leave even the tiniest hint of your presence near by, we are screwed. So until your story dies down, find something to entertain you."
My eyes were watering as he pulled away, his blue eyes harsh and cold. "That isn't what has you upset," I whispered, shaking my head.
He paused, just a moment, before a condescending chuckle fell from his lips. "What has me upset?" he scoffed.
"Yes. You've been up in your head for the past few days. I miss how you were when we first got here. Something has to of happened," I replied, my jaw tight.
I could nearly hear the sound of his teeth grinding together. "There's a reward offered for your finding." His hollow voice caused chills to run up my spine. My furrowed brows basically showed I didn't quite understand what he was getting at. "There are going to be people keeping an eye out for you. And I'm sure most know that if they find you, they'll find me," he continued
A lightbulb popped into my mind. "Well then, it's simple. We don't get caught," I smiled, hoping to lighten the mood.
He shook his head. "You are making it quite hard not to. I made the biggest mistake a criminal could make," he sighed, shaking his head as he slumped down to my side.
My heart dropped as I stared at him. "What?" I spat, crossing my arms.
He chuckled without humor. "Jovey, you should know that any criminal, any anarchist can not have a single thing important to them. When there is something, not only the police, but anyone could use it against them. And I think we all know that a significant other marks number one."
I remembered this feeling once before. The wave of terror, the ice in the veins. The horror of knowing it was all too good to be true.
"So you want me to leave then?" I choked out, although fury adorned my tone.
"Did I say that?" he growled in return, his anger rising as well.
"You insinuated it!"
"Jovey, I really don't have time for games."
"Oh, I'm sorry I interrupted your doodling," I seethed, jerking up from where I sat.
Starting for the door, I didn't make it two feet before his hand clamped around my arm, roughly pulling me back. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he snarled, his towering form causing me to be slightly intimidated.
"Out. You did want me to leave, after all," I snarkily replied, knowing I would regret it later.
"No, you are going to sit on that damn couch like I said," he barked. "Sometimes I truly believe you forget you are with a killer," he chortled hatefully.
"You've killed, I've killed, we're both killers, yay," I murmured, trying to yank away from his tight grip.
He let out a frustrated yell, throwing my arm away before stomping towards the door himself.
"Now what are you doing?" I yelled, close to ripping my hair out. I knew the peace couldn't last.
"I am going out. You are staying here," he growled. "Find something to entertain yourself, and I swear to all that is holy, if you are not here when I get back, I am using your blood."
With that, he was gone, slamming the door behind him. I couldn't help it as tears trickled down my cheeks. That was new. We had never fought before, the only time he was even angry with me being when I tried to sneak a peek of his face. There was a lot going through his mind, and I simply acted like a snooty little bitch. I shoved my face into my hand, shaking my head. I was going to have to apologize when he got back... big time.
Before I could think anymore of it, I heard the loud sound of feet padding on the porch outside. My excitement flared for just a moment, thinking he had returned. Until a hand shot through the glass, smashing it into a million pieces. Then, proceeded to unlock the door from the inside.
My heart dropped to the very pit of my stomach as I shot up, nearly sprinting into the next room. Peeking around the corner, I saw the figure of a man in the doorway. He stepped over the broken glass, a sneer pulling across his wicked face.
"Never thought that bastard would leave," he chuckled beneath his breath.
Then, his eyes spotted me.
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