I kicked the rest of the med kit towards him, so that he could finish tending to his wounds.
Like hell I was going near that crazy fucker again.
My hand was still throbbing and I reckon that something was definitely broken, never mind dislocated. What he had said about all those people being inside, locked up and imprisoned the same as me, had my mind racing.
I had no idea. I blocked so much of my time there out that I must have just been blind to them being there. I felt awful for just leaving them there to rot.
"Surely you must be afraid that he will come looking for you too?" I asked, popping my knuckle back into place, whilst keeping an eye on him.
"He won't find us here." He said not really paying attention to me anymore as he bandaged up his thigh.
"And why's that?" I asked. Trying to get a comprehensible answer from him was like pulling teeth.
"It stinks. Not even the best tracker would be able catch your scent here." He pulled a face as he poked a bruise forming on his ribs.
"Stinks?"
"Yeah the dog smell is overpowering." He scrunched up his nose in distaste.
"You mean because of the werewolves?" I watched as the purple and blue on the back of my hand began to disappear as it healed.
"Yes" he sighed like my questions were agitating him.
"If it stinks so much, how did you find me." I noticed as he twisted and turned to look for more wounds to tend to. his back was covered in an elaborate pattern of scars, the skin raised to make tribal designs.
"I did not come here for you. I was trying to find something much more important. I stumbled upon you by accident." He looked up me with that overbearing smile.
I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. My patience was wearing thin and I wasn't sure if I was still safe here or not.
"But you said that- that he had found me. Why would you say that if there was no way he could find me?"
He burst out in a fit of wild laughter, slapping the floor in hysterics. "I was just messing you around. I didn't think you would pass out!" He managed to wheeze out between fits of laughter.
That was it. I had had enough of him and his riddles and words that didn't make sense. I huffed in frustration standing up and headed to the door.
As far as I knew, the safest place for me to be right now was here. As long as he couldn't trace my sent back to here I was fine. But that meant staying with Archer. I couldn't catch a break.
As I opened the door, leaving the laughing stranger behind me, I saw Archer leant against the wall. The concerned look on his face told me that he had undoubtedly been eavesdropping on the conversation. As he saw me he straightened up, his mouth opening as if he was about to speak. I held up my hand, halting whatever he was going to say.
I didn't have the energy to listen to him. I had too much already running through my mind.
He caught my outstretched hand before I was out of reach. I tried to pull away but he his hold was strong, but not tight enough to hurt me.
"What?" I sighed. As I looked up at him, his brown eyes looking into mine, I felt every emotion that I had been trying to hold back hit me with tenfold. I bit my lip, desperately trying to hold back tears that were threatening to fall.
"Althea, I know you hate me right now" he grimaced, sadness filling voice. "But you need to stay. I promised nothing would hurt you and I meant it." His hand squeezed mine, his eyes never looking anywhere but at me.
I shook my head. How could he say that when he was the one who had hurt me. In the three years I had spent running, I hadn't gotten close to anyone. I hadn't allowed myself the comfort of sharing what had happened to me with someone.
Archer had been the one to break that cycle. He let me touch something close to a normal life, only to ruin it seconds after.
Archer had lied to me. He had literally forced fake feelings onto me, and weakened my demon in the process.
And yet, for whatever unexplainable reason, I could feel a small part of me that still wanted him. It wanted me to run into his arms and cry until everyone and everything melted away.
I shook it off, thinking it was probably that poisonous concoction still left in my system.
"You broke that promise." I pulled my hand out from his grip. "I can protect myself." I turned not wanting to look at his face any longer, hating the feeling that was building up in my chest.
I began walking back down the ominous hall towards the exit. I quickened my pace, feeling my eyes stinging with the anticipation of tears. I didn't want to cry in front of him.
I was so caught up in my own head, I ran straight into the perso in front of me. We hit each other so hard, we both went flying backwards. I looked up to see a flurry of ginger hair sprawled across the floor.
"Leah?" I reached my hand out to her.
She looked up to me, like she hadn't even noticed me before. Her eyes were distant, shining brightly. She took my hand after a moment, like she had to regain her senses.
"Are you alright?" I asked as I pulled her up. She looked past me, completely ignoring me. "Leah?" I watched as she stumbled past me. I hurried after her. It was like she was in some sort of trance.
I followed her all the way back to the cell, where Archer and Jake were in deep conversation. They both looked up as a dazed Leah brushed past them going straight for the door. Their expressions went confused to alarmed as she grasped the door handle.
"Woah what are you doing?" Jake said trying to pull her back. She instantly turned, baring her elongated teeth and flashing her amber eyes. Jake backed off holding his hands up in surrender. "Crazy bitch." He muttered under his breath, standing back with the rest of us.
She went back to pulling open the door, the rusty metal grating as it moved.
The man was stood on the other side with an expression of pure awe, his eyes shinning a blinding orange. His lips turned up in a smile once more before he he whispered:
"Tatangga"
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I miss the days when I would just watch lilo and stitch and all my worries would just melt away
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Alpha's Angel
WerewolfRunning. It was what Althea was good at. She'd been doing it for years, following her brothers instructions in order to stay invisible. When she stumbles into a small town, everyone seems to notice her. One person in particular seems to have his ey...