I looked over at Riley for some kind of assurance, but his nervous, shaky stare at the witch insured none. The witch made the air smell faintly of blood and roses. I stood awestruck, this was my first siting of a witch, Riley on the other hand had a terrified look, right then I knew she was probably dangerous. But I couldn't help but be mesmerized, her straggly, blood-stained blonde hair, her long claws that practically hung to the floor, it was amazing. Riley looked over to me and said

"If you look closely, she has a couple of bullet wounds- fresh, she is no doubt pissed off. So just stand still and keep your mouth shut." He whispered

So he franticly looked for an escape, he could find none. Riley looked to the side, and looked out the large windows that over looked the airport, he thought for a moment.

"Brace yourself."

"Wha-"

Just then he wrapped his arms around my waist and threw himself back first at the window, crashing through. As we were falling, I could feel Riley positing himself for the impact with the ground. The second we reached the ground, I felt my feet touch the floor, all though Riley had absorbed the shock of the fall. He let me go and looked at me.

"Are you okay?" Riley said, insuring himself that he didn't hurt me

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Let's get the hell away from here." Riley said glancing at the building

"No shit Sherlock."

When we turned to leave, we didn't just casually walk, we ran. We didn't want to take anymore chances. By the time we reached the safety of the normal part of town, it was past noon. I stood hands on my knees, trying to catch me breath. I was breathing hard; Riley on the other hand stood straight and breathed normally. I had no idea where he got such a high stamina. Then I remembered, he pretty much spent his whole life running. His parents, total psychopaths that just mostly wanted him dead, then he was convicted of a murder he never committed. Talk about running in the dark. I wondered how he never had anyone looking out for him, and yet he could be so gentle and kind. Riley definitely wasn't all bark and no bite, when the people he loved were put in danger, he was the first to step in.

I was having a hard time catching my breath, so I let my tongue hang down to my chest. Riley came over and sat right next to me and made sure that I could catch my breath. It took a couple of minutes, but I did. Then as we both got up, a couple streets down, we could hear shouting and gunshots, those damn survivors were back. I hated those survivors, especially what they did to Riley. Riley grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me along, we had to hide somewhere. But a little happiness sparked into my head whenever Riley and me touched, I craved the friction.