Chapter 4
David turned. The voice had come from a woman. She looked to be about his height, of average build. She looked slightly older than him, and had short, red hair.
"Who are you?" He inquired
"I could ask the same off you," The girl replied,
"I asked first"
"Siobhan" she said under her breathe,
"You're Siobhan?" David asked, almost surprised that he had been found by the very person he was looking for
"No, i decided to make the name up to fool you," Siobhan retorted sarcastically "of Corse it's me, who'd want a name like Siobhan in the first place, people are always mispronouncing it."
"Siobhan what?" David continued, undeterred by Siobhan's in your face attitude
"My surname's not important" She glared straight into his eyes "your turn"
"David"
"David what?" Siobhan pushed on
"not until you give yours," David countered
"then we shall leave introductions for now" Siobhan sighed
"How did you find me."
"You leave a path of destruction every where you go, all i had to do was follow it."
David was puzzled,
"hang on, you were at the campsite?"
"I saw you leaving my fathers house yesterday, i followed you. I slept in the forest that night, then this morning i was woken by the noise of your...birth"
"well I guess this means you can fly if it means you can follow me down to London" David smirked
"I can, but that's not how i found you." Siobhan smiled menacingly
"Then how?" David asked nervously
"There was a survivor from your massacre, David Crowther" David was now terrified at how much Siobhan knew "Yes, i know your name, because you were not alone, and your opposite knows you inside out,"
"No, it can't be!" David almost choked as another set of footsteps could, this time, be heard.
"Hello David," growled a familiar voice
"Get out; get the hell out!"
"That's no way to speak to me"
"I will speak to you any way i want, Jason."