My spine shoots straight up when I'm able to hear footsteps close by. I hold my breath so that way no one will be able to hear my heavy breathing. I'm mentally scolding myself for stopping to catch my breath. I told you so. It's your own fault if you get caught. My subconscious is sneering at me. Double checking to make sure my shoes are tied, I prepare myself for the moment where I need to start running again. I quietly surrender myself to the shadows trying to make myself as little as possible.
Squinting, I can see a figure looming up ahead. The silhouette is that of a man's body. He is tall, has broad shoulders, slender but with strong arms. I watch him move into the sunlight, I can see that his brows are furrowed and he looks somewhat anxious. As I survey him from a distance I note that he's wearing simple clothes. He has black dress pants with a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. His brown hair is messily assembled and in the sunlight you can see glints of copper throughout. His eyes keep darting all around the alley way. I try to shrink myself even more if at all possible. I've never seen this man before, even though he doesn't look like the guards in their tradition black and silver uniforms he could still be dangerous.
I suddenly lose my footing and get thrown off balance and I fall back into a trash can making a loud clatter. Lying down against the concrete I throw my arm over my eyes. I have accepted my fate. I am going to die, this man is going to take me back and he's going to let them kill me. I take a deep breath and wait for my impending doom. I can hear him breathing and standing above me. I then feel his arm stretching down to remove mine from my eyes. The minute he touches my arm I can feel a burning sensation. I instinctively flinch thinking he's trying to burn me and shoot straight up, pushing his arm away in the process.
I look up ahead and look into his eyes and see grey eyes staring back at me in wonder. His eyes widen once he gets a good look at my eye color. He pulls me up off my feet and drags me to where the sunlight shines. He's studying my face and looking at me in confusion. It is then that I realize that I still have a brown contact in. He must think that I'm the strangest creature on the planet for having two different colored eyes. You are strange. Not now, I tell the voices inside my head.
Swiftly I remove the contact and throw it to the ground and then look back up at him. I figure if I'm going to die, I can at least die being who I truly am. I can hear his soft gasp. He quickly clears his throat. I don't think he meant for me to hear him. I watch as he stands up straighter and looks all around him. He runs his hand threw his hair, messing it up even more in the process. I can't help but notice how his arms flex as he runs his fingers in between the silky strands. He looks down at me with the biggest smirk on his face. He looks around once again. I can only assume looking the place where the others could possibly be. My face pales and I back away from him, thinking of the quickest way to get around him. His eyes widen and his face falls for a split second before hardening again. I decide at that moment to run for it, he looks fast but I know that I am faster. Before I can successfully test and prove my theory he grabs my arm and drags me along behind him. He shoots me a snare and I can't help but throw one back to him. He smiles and pulls me to a building that was just around the corner of where he found me.
The outside of the building resembles that of an abandoned warehouse. I can't help but notice that there aren't any windows and the building is made up of bricks. I quickly realize that there is no possible way to see inside the building and I can only assume that one wouldn't be able to see the outside either. I gulp hardly. My arm is trembling beneath the man's harsh touch. He turns around and shoots me sympathetic look but he doesn't let go. He then runs his other free hand up and down my arm in a soothing manor. Only now do I realize that his touch doesn't burn anymore. I can only feel a trail of soft warmth on my skin from where he had just recently touched me. He lifts my head up and when I look into his eyes and I can see the pang of guilt and sorrow. His eyes bore into mine and I can only assume that he is trying to tell me something. I just don't know what exactly it is. I've only just met this man, I've never seen him before and he hasn't even spoken to me yet. How can he even possibly think that I will be able to understand him? I've made my decision; this man must be a complete lunatic.
Rolling my eyes, I look around to take in my surroundings. I am now inside the old warehouse and by just looking around I realize that this was never used as a warehouse. My face pales and I start hyperventilating. The man looks at me worriedly and he can see my panic and unease. I start trembling viciously. I'm unable to control myself I pull myself out of his hard grasp. The man instantly tries to move closer to me but I shoot my hand up in warning.
"Don't." I somehow managed to choke out.
He looks at me furiously, his eyes are hardened and he's clearly trying to hold back his rage but he remains where he stands. For that I am grateful. I hunch over myself and clutch my head. I'm trying to force my body into calming down but it gets even worse. My shaking is so bad and I know it is due to my fear. It is because of this place that I'm acting like this. I know what this place is. I know who the man is. I slump to the floor, my arms hugging myself in a protective like grip and I can feel the darkness start taking over. I can faintly hear him telling me that he will protect me but I could just be imagining things. I'm most likely willing myself to think that in my final moments there is at least one person in this world that cares for me. My eyes start to close and I surrender myself to the darkness, going freely.