The other group is keeping stuff from me. I hate that feeling of dread as death comes clawing its way to you. I bite back my scream as Daniel picks me up from behind. Blood fills my mouth.
Daniel finally puts me down, but by then my legs are like jelly. As the tall idiot of a leader laughs, I kick him down. There is no one around "spying on my group now?" he sounds very amused. I hate it.
"You have no idea, do you? no idea how hard it is to follow my freaking orders when you're messing it up, do you? Do you understand what I'm going through?" I snarl quietly, trying to draw my angry, stormy heart to a calm sunrise.
"You mean following grand duke of-" I slap him. Then I panic, how does he know? Does anyone else know?
"Who are you?"
"Daniel." he shrugs as if it was a easy thing to say.
I do the one thing I swore to myself that I would never do. I run to my group. Daniel calls after me but I ignore him. The blood roaring in my ears becoming the sound of my heartbeat.
My group understand and is already packed and moving, we hide in the assembly hall. This is bad, very bad. "I'm going to try and... Reason with them since they have made no effort to explain to us there is no reason to be sitting here idly, waiting to be hunted for no reason." I rush towards their group; I'm going to kill them off. I reach into my belt for my gun.
I spot Daniel easily. He's the biggest, strongest one of the survivors. There is a chatter about my group, I hear the rumours fly. I cock my gun, silencing it then in I hide in the covers of darkness. I aim at Daniel, but my hand begins to shake, could Maya of been right? Do I really like this idiot of a leader? No. I aim and fire. I hit the guy that was right beside Daniel. No, this can't be happening. I've had my first miss of the target. They're aware I'm here with a gun, just not my identity. Daniel knows, I think but he is just staring at the dead body. "Round up, we have no idea what we are up against but if the shooter comes out, we will welcome them, with open arms." his tone suggests that I'm going to, news flash idiot, I'm not that stupid.
I sneak up onto the top of the lockers, dashing until I narrowly pass Daniel, then I just stand there with my gun safely hidden. "so, what was that bang?" I get yelled at responses such as:
"Did he just kill Finlay?"
"Wasn't he on the ropes with that Toby guy?"
"he's going to kill us all!"
I shout "I was saying why'd you pick on Maya!"
The room went silent. I knew this would happen. This isn't the worst part before Daniel begins to walk towards me. This is getting worse by the second. No one can know the truth. The truth needs to be hidden.
I stare at Daniel, my breath getting caught in my throat. This can't be happening. "Daniel..."
"Nicolas!"
"What is it you want?"
"To talk privately." everyone goes silent. This can't be happening please, no.
"Very well" I school my impression to one of a calm person who knows what I am doing is right.
"Shall we?" he offers me his arm. I don't take it falling right behind him walking slower than him so I can be right where I need to be to finish him off.
When we are hidden enough Daniel sits on an old teacher's seat. I scowl as he takes a swig of a flask "it's water Nicolas. Relax, I know you tried to kill me right then, but why didn't you? Nothing happened with Maya, and I know as well as you do. That you aren't the only one trying to right the worlds wrongs." I clench my fist into the list of names I have.
"Tobias Duncan, he is 18, held back a year at school, forced way into women's homes. Maya Robertson, 16, prostitute, kills men she sleeps with, killed her newborn. You however are quite the case."
"How come?"
"Daniel, you're here because you enjoy other's pain, almost as much as I do. You're a threat to yourself and others. We can't have you running around free, can we? Or do you think there is another place like the slaughterhouse that will keep you sane enough-"
"you've been there, the slaughterhouse, haven't you?"
"I will not answer questions from a guy who doesn't have the guts to avenge their own family's death. I hate you!" Daniel looks hurt. Very hurt. The worse part about it all is that...
I feel bad about what I have said.