Remember Me

Chapter Three

It was the warmth of a touch brushing against her cheek that gained her attention for a brief moment. Such a scarce touch that brought her to question if it ever happened at all. Certainly it did for the touch gave such a warmth to her soul in which she never did feel before. Warm and pure, did the touch bring. It was too pure that she knew she didn't deserve to even think about ever wanting it. But she was a greedy creature and wanted to keep it to herself. Greedy and selfish that the young woman was more than willing to taint whoever gave the touch just so they would stay together forever, just so she keep her soul warm. Her thoughts ran as she thought it felt like soft fingers that lay themselves on her cheek, sliding across as if to wipe the tears that were not vacant in her eyes. Gentle with comfort, burning its mark there for the second it was about to leave its mark there forever. She stared ahead of herself though, having no will of her own to find where the touch came from. Both feet kept moving despite the want, the need to find the pure angel.

Each step taken was quiet on the dirt path that she was currently on, lite by the full moon above her head. Glowing, came the word to describe what she thought she saw. Every bump of a rock, every dent that was made somehow was in view. Although, there wasn't much of a need for the pale light since she was able to see it all if the moon wasn't there at all. But like any old lover, it was kind to light the way for her. Her eyes had shifted to it seeing the pale lady that was kind to her, but its beauty didn't compare to what that touch that came and went so quickly. She missed the it now that it was gone she was willing to anything just to feel again.

Ah, but it will not come back no matter how she wished for it. Such as it was, being dark and twisted like she is. Certainly wasn't a surprise for it to disappear from her when they felt the darkness roaming in her like some form of a tornado. Tearing down those who got too close. Sad, isn't it? Living a life with the need to have a companion only to have them either destroyed them or they realized what they got themselves into and leave before anything could really happen to them. Not wanting to taint themselves any further than they have with being in her presence. Leaving her on her own once again. The young woman wearily kept her gaze on the moon for a moment longer, the only thing giving her such the company she so long craved for. The only thing she went back to every single time. Such a shame that the moon was too out of reach for her to be with the divine lady. Then her head came down to the path in front of her. It stretched out for miles, feeling endless the longer she walked. When will it end? She thought softly with a tinge of tiredness and bitterness. She intends to now forget about that sweet touch. Saving herself for more heartache.

She found it odd that the tall grass on both sides of the path were swaying with such grace when there was no wind ever came to dance with it. The air felt so still, silent. Nothing could get away with making a sound now that she comes to realize this. And nothing ever did. Very odd. That thought was then forgotten not long after as she took notice how the field looked just as endless as the path. She imagines the plains stretched maybe further than the path. Nothing but the grass to get lost in forever. Who wouldn't want the peaceful solitude that would come with it? She wasn't opposed to the idea when it came. No one to bother her or even irritate her. Maybe she could step out of the path curious as to what could hide within the tall grass. Maybe, but it was begrudging that her feet stayed in the direction it was set on. No budging, no persuasion could ever happen to sate her curiosity.

It was then she realized that she was alone. No one and nothing in sight in both directions, that left her to wonder who had touched her in the first place. Who was kind enough to allow themselves to brush their fingers on her? Who was the person that left without so much of a warning? It both upset her and anger her beyond reason. Where it came from, she couldn't tell. And when it did come, there was no stopping it from continuing feeling the seething emotions that boiled her blood and set her soul a blaze.

There came a hushed voice next to her ear and another warm touch on her shoulder. Surprisingly, this small action alone dissipated the anger she had felt as she now perked at feeling the same touch again with a voice to go along with it. Her body jerked some with it coming so suddenly, but welcomed it to stay put where it had landed. How sweet it was to hear the voice like melting honey dripping. She managed to stop her feet then, happy that they listened to her for once as she took in that warmth greedily almost purring in pleasure by it. What was that voice trying to say to her? It was incoherent that she was sure that the person wasn't really trying to say anything to her. Could it have been a sigh? Could it have been a scream that was somehow suppressed to a whisper? She turned around as if she would find the person who have been disturbing her with such a pure and sweet touch and voice just standing there on the path behind her. Empty, as if there was no one there in the first place. Perhaps it was a ghost that has been trying to get her attention this entire time. Though it left her confused to what kind of ghost would ever bother. It was in that moment did the wind appear itself swaying her hair behind her. Cooling the burning spot on her shoulder as if trying to wipe it away. Cruel wind knew she didn't deserve having someone, something, putting their pure touches onto her.

There wasn't certainty on how long the woman stood there for, as if waiting for whoever or whatever will appear like magic. Nothing ever came and she grew tired of waiting. Turning around again she was faced with the endless path once more. It was like facing the bottomless pit. With a much needed sigh, her feet went back to walking that was now in a much faster pace than last time. She wanted to get where she was going in the strange place. A place she was very unfamiliar with and yet, she looked around again now seeing light far in the distance in the grassy fields she knew that they were lite torches. There was many of them along with what look to be houses far down into the grassy field. People sleeping inside them through the night. There was a scent of the after rain roaming around along with soil and pine that felt like home. Home? She thought as she could feel the chill in the air as she was now faced with a mountain. Was that there before?

Lost and confused. It took much effort for her to stop again just so she can find where she was at. She didn't know what place this was, but at the same time it was like she knew this area like the back of her hand. Every detail that left her breathless with shock as she somehow remembered everything. Home. It repeated in her head again and again. No, this couldn't be her home. There was no way it was. Not that she knew where she came from to begin with, but a logical sense of herself had told her that it wasn't where she belong. A voice inside her head said otherwise, it has been her home since birth. Where she will stay until her bones will finally be buried in the dirt. The young woman frown to herself at the voice speaking her head. That voice did not belong to her. Her feet now having a mind of their own and started walking again. Heavy steps onto the cool soil that told her she was barefoot. Damp, coating the bottom of her soles the longer she stayed on the path. Where was she going anyways? It felt as if she had no goal as to where she wanted to go. Just wandering till she found what she needed. Whatever that was suppose to be.

Has it been minutes or hours that gone by? The moon had stayed put high in the sky, giving away that no time had ever gone by. But that couldn't be true. For her feet had ached from walking on such a long distance. Everything in her body ached in fact. Legs, and back, especially ached around her neck. It throbbed from top to bottom, feeling like her head was barely on. "When will it end?" She heard a thought that wasn't her own resonating throughout her head. She couldn't be fooled even if it was her own voice that had spoke it out. There came a sense of anger not long after that thought came. Rage against the world that somehow betrayed her in some way. And now she seeks out for justice, to take her revenge on someone. Who? She wasn't not certain anymore.

Beating of hooves then brought her attention behind her, turning slowly to face many men on horses. All with weapons in their hands and giving out war cries of vengeances that she couldn't hear. The horses were black, the old lover in the sky glowing onto the fur. The smoke from the noses gave how hard they run towards where she stood, but they didn't seem to get close. The men who rode the horses all wore armor that glimmer under the moon light. Strange, she never once seen this kind of uniform before. And she somehow knew who they were despite never having any knowledge before. Even more odd, the beating of the hooves did not much to where they have landed on the ground. Why couldn't she hear their angry screams from this distance? She should by now. And why did she just stand there waiting for them to come? Any logical sense would to either run away or hide from them as there were too many of them to fight off. The young woman only stood there even longer, the thoughts that weren't hers kept begging for them to run faster. And with a wide smirk on her face her body reacted that she did not want. Running straight at them. The hooves beating louder...

Blood red eyes opened wide to face a white ceiling above her. Lots of cracks and stains she knew were not from coffee. She didn't want to know what it could very well be while she tried to remember what she dreamt about. The effects of it still lingered in her body though. Heavy, angry, longing, yet no memory of it came back to which why she would feel like this. This has been occurring more lately and that bothered her a lot. Her hand went to grasp onto the buttons on her shirt, long for this thing to go away just so she can feel nothing. Be in the oblivion of numbness. A moment later with her nose starting to wrinkle from the cigarette smell coming from the floor below her, back aching with how uncomfortable the concrete carpet felt below her. She hated the smell that came off of it.

There was an obnoxious ringing came through now that she was more awake and had wanted it to end. Someone shifting in the bed on the other side of the room to turn off the clock. She glanced over in time to see the clock get broken into a million piece with a hand covered in tattoos. She never bothered to take a look long enough to know what was inked into his skin. The young woman facing away as the man who was sleeping on the bed got out with a loud yawn. The man in question stretched out his body, hearing bones popping back in place, a strangled noise he made before sighing out with relief. Her red eyes went over to where the window was at instead. Curtains were drawn closed tight as both of them knew the deadly sun was high out in the sky. People out doing who knows what. Lots and lots of voices constantly talking in her ears and she hated it. She resisted the urge to wince as she knew that she would have to go there as soon as he was done with his morning routines. Out being in the day light was always a pain.

Blue pair of eyes landed on the young woman with a smile on his face. He went onto his feet pulling out one of the drawers of a night stand grabbing hold of a packet. He pulled out a cigarette with his lips. Her arm jerked when he lite the end with a lighter. The spike of smoke hitting her nose. He let out a small laugh to himself facing the body laying on the ground with his hand placed on his hips while holding the cigarette with his teeth.

"Good morning, Puppy." The man's voice echoed in the small room. She didn't respond not wanting to deal with the pain anymore than she has to deal with. It was better to not talk at all and listen to him. Her eyes stayed focused to the stained ceiling intending to memorize it before being forced to get up from the floor and leaving the area for good. He casually walked over to where she lay, wearing nothing but his underwear. His pale skin was littered with tattoos as well along with a couple of scars. His body built from working out most of the time when they weren't on jobs. She did give him a glance when he stood over her, having no where else to look at now he was in her view. That amusing grin spreading on his lips, she was used to seeing all the time. Dirty blonde hair slopped down in front of his face, flatten on the side showing which side he slept for most during the night. "How did you sleep?" He crouched, eyes boring into her own malice and enjoyment watching her squirm under him.

His hand brushes a strand of her hair away from her forehead lightly. A light course of her hair felt soft despite the long miles of traveling for hours with no time to take showers. Those finger went to play with the strand causing her breath to stop at how he teased her with this. Anticipating for a strike of a hand or pull on her hair with great force. Her head turned away, the strand falling out of his hand as she was no longer brave enough to hold his stare anymore. She found a spot on the floor far more interesting and pondered what was in that stain. A chuckle was heard as he stood up straight again to walk over to the bag that lay on a chair. Shuffling through to find the desired clothes he wanted to wear for the day.

"You did a good job this time." He began talking in a steady voice. He threw on the tight fitting shirt, gray with a logo printed on the front of it. The young woman kept still, frozen stuck there on the spot she was at since they came in late last night. Her mouth felt dry while she heard him jerking a pair of jeans before stepping into them. "I guess this time around was more efficient, but nothing says a job well done than leaving an impression. Don't you think?" No answer like expected. He chuckled again as he button up the jeans. She did look back on him after he was finished, seeing him out on his belt with such ease. As if he has done so enough times to know where it should go through.

There was time to look over the room while he was finishing up getting ready for the day. The hotel room was left to be desired. Small, dirty, and certainly unnecessary with how much money had had stuffed inside that duffle bag of his. Not like she could ever question why he would choose a dump of a place to sleep in. There was a full size bed that had a pile of blankets on top of it in a chaotic mess. Two night stands on each side of it empty of anything, aside from the lamps that stayed unlit as footsteps walked over to the small bathroom. She turned away over to her side as she now wanted to remember what she dreamt of before the rude awakening. What she could remember was the beautiful pale moon. Her red eyes closed tightly wanting to go back to it.

The man shuffle around in the bathroom, running water reaching to her ear while she waited. Another twenty minutes came with him walking out with fresh breath and spiked dirty blonde hair. He moved around some before going to the bag again. It was the strong scent that caused her to jump up from the ground, facing his way. There in his hand was a bag of blood. Bounced in his hands with the look at amusement. "Hungry, Puppy?" She heard the knowing tone lacing in his voice. It caused her to stop in her place on the floor growing tense when she saw the foot swinging toward her face. Throbbing and blood soon came after, leaning down at the ground in pain as he laughed lightly. He threw the bag down in front of her, causing it to splatter everywhere. "Eat up. We'll need to leave soon." The woman went after the mess, licking it with eagerness despite knowing it was on a dirty ground. The man grinned all the while pulling out a phone from his pocket to make a call.