Hey guys! Okay, I'm not gonna lie, this chapter is short, but that doesn't mean it's not good! So, can you guess who Trina
meets in this chapter? Well, if you've seen the movie, then you should be able to figure it out. If you haven't (that's you
again kingdomheartsgurl369) then you will find out in the next chapter!
Chapter - 8 Saved by a Stranger
At the exact time that Frank sneezed, a nurse walked into his room and asked if he needed anything, enabling Trina to land right on her lower lip. The nurse talked to Frank for a few minutes before exciting the room, at which time she happened to yawn. Yet again, Trina was not expecting this, and yet again, it worked to her advantage. As the nurse yawned, she was sucked into her mouth all the way to the back of the her throat, where she then began to fall towards the city. She quickly grabbed onto her jacket and extended her left arm, but could not find the energy to extend her right. Her makeshift parachute worked-for a while-but soon, she began to pick up speed and was again falling toward the ground.
She was amazed at the fact that she was still able to wrap her mind around an idea in the midst of falling, possibly towards her death. Then again, at this point, her body was running on nothing but adrenalin. Trina continued her free fall until she got close enough to the ground and, WHOOSH! She grabbed onto her trench coat and parachuted the rest of the way down. She hit the ground and rolled, however the rolling only lessened the impact a little. She lay there for a few minutes, not wanting to get up, but she knew she could not lie here forever. She stood and looked around, she seemed to have landed in the poverty-stricken area of the city. Besides a few hobos, there was no one around, and most of the buildings in the area looked old and disheveled, as if a slight breeze might be their destruction.
Trina wasn't quite sure exactly where she should go, however she quickly noticed that the street she was on was lined with narrow alleyways, and thought that one of them would be a good place for to her rest and plan out her next move-if she could think of one. She darted down the street with surprising speed and turned down one of alleys. Now, hidden from view of any possible street goers, she trudged to the back of the alley and collapsed in a pile of dust-which was not intentional. She coughed and sneezed as she inhaled the harsh air, nothing seemed to be going her way today. Tears began to stream down her face and she began to hyperventilate for no apparent reason, the events of the day obviously beginning to take their toll on her.
She placed her head in her hands and began to rock back and forth; she just could not take this anymore! Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Trina raised her head and stared back at the two red blood cells that had, not minutes ago, entered the alley and were now standing in front of her.
"Well, well. What do we have here?" One of the cells asked as he stared down at her.
"Looks like we got us a pretty young virus," the other cell answered, glancing over at his comrade and then back at her. She tried to scoot back as best she could, but the two cells had her backed up against the alley wall.
"You know sweetheart, this isn't the best place for a virus to be," the first cell mused as he began to move toward her. She began to raise her claw, but the second cell darted over and grabbed both her arms, holding them tightly behind her back. She hissed in pain as the cell pulled her right arm back, but the cell himself did not seem to notice. The cell now kneeling in front of her suddenly pulled a switchblade from his back pocket and gently pressed it against her neck. Her eyes widened and her heart rate quickened as she felt the smooth, cold metal alongside her throat. "We don't much like viruses here," the cell in front of Trina replied softly, "and it's so much easier to get rid of them when their young."
The cell moved the knife up to her cheek and she thought her heart might slam out of her chest. Her breath hitched in her throat and, although she wanted to scream, her vocal cords seemed shot, and she could not get one out-she doubted that anyone would have come to her aid anyway though. She shut her eyes tight and a few more tears escaped her eyes and rolled down her cheek. She heard the sound of the cells mouth opening, probably to make a snide comment about her crying, but no sound was heard. She kept her eyes shut and suddenly felt the blade of the knife being lifted from her cheek. Her eyes remained shut, but her ears still worked, and she heard something that sounded very much like people fighting with each other. This confused her because the only people in the alley were her and the two cells, who seemed to have been acquaintances.
Unless someone else had entered the alley. But who randomly walks into an alley and starts beating the crap out of someone else? Then again, who randomly puts a knife to someone's throat and threatens to kill them for no good reason? She just did not understand people (well, cells). Trina soon noticed that the commotion of people fighting could no longer be heard and she decided that now would be as good a time as any to open her eyes and see what had transpired. She slowly let her eyelids rise and saw that the two red blood cells had vanished from sight, and she was now staring back at a huge, shadowy figure. She stared at the figure and it stared back at her. They did this for a while, until the figure began to move toward her. She quickly held up her long claw.
"S-s-stay away from me," she whimpered in a squeaky voice, and the figure stayed where it was. The alley they were in was quite dark, although now that the strange shadow had moved into the light, Trina could just make out what he looked like. It was definitely male, and he was a titan! At least twice her height, maybe taller, and by the look of his form, he was incredibly fit as well. He wore a pair of large black boots, tight black pants, a greyish-green turtleneck and a long black trench coat that was not so different from her own. His skin was a striking, deep red colour, which made his unusual-but not unattractive-bright purple dreadlocks stand out even more. In addition, his high cheekbones, and pointed chin gave him a very sly and handsome appearance. He bore a blank expression on his face, yet his piercing yellow eyes stayed on her, though not menacingly, just observantly.
Trina suddenly felt light headed, and the last thing she remembered before she passed out, was the strange figure's arms extending towards her.
So, can you guess who Mr. tall, dark and handsome is? I know there wasn't really any communication between the two, but
don't worry, the next chapter should have lots of interaction!
