I walk with the hostage, our hands held together. What do people do with hostages again? Is he even a hostage? Maybe he's just someone that got kidnapped? I don't know. I've been alone for sixth months or something like that, I don't remember, and I've begun talking to myself so I honestly don't know if I'm crazy or bot. Probably crazy. I mean I did just Rob a bank. And I'm the number one criminal right now. It's not like I killed anybody though. I just stole some stuff. Okay now that I say it out loud it sounds really psychotic and stupid, I guess I am crazy.
I continue walking for fifteen minutes and then I reach the door to my new profound home. It was quite large. I had gathered some nice furniture such as a big couch, a bed in the next room, a dining table, a stove, some drawers, and other things to fill it up. There was at least electricity in there and it wasn't messy since I clean it every weekend and middle of the week.
I step inside and pull the hostage (I think I'll just call him that until I know his name) along with me. I let go and tell him to put the bags on the table and tell him he can sit on the couch or do whatever. I set my back pack and duffle on the table and look through the backpack to get some of the food I had gotten earlier that evening so I could restock my cupboards. I'm in the middle of putting the stuff inside the cupboards and I see in my peripheral vision that the hostage hasn't moved.
"You can sit down and watch TV or something. Or if your hungry I have a granola bar you can eat. Oh, and I have some board games we can play if ya want. And if your tired you can sleep on the couch or the bed in the bedroom." I tell him.
He just stands there , looking dumbfounded.
He blinks and comes to his senses. I really take in his features then. He has light thick brown hair and big brown orbs for eyes. His body is riddled with muscles and he is, must I say hot.
"Take off your mask." He tells me to do wearilut. Oh yeah I forgot I still had that on. I take it off as he asked and set it down. He stands there inspecting my face to taking in the rest of me. He looks back at my face and stands there with shock.
"Your the girl who's family died, and you went missing. For months at a time. And your here. Now. Stealing and breaking in and killing people." He says.
"Hey now, I didn't kill them, just knocked them out with a ... few .... chemicals. " He looks at me with an eyebrow raised. His facial features were like that of a god or something. He skin was a warm tan color. His face kinda square looking sharp and beautiful. Wait, what is that liquid running out of the side of my mouth. Oh my gosh it's drool. I lift a hand to my mouth and wipe it off while clearing my throat.
"What were we talking about again?" He just looks at me. What were we talking about. He told me to take off my my mask, he recognized me, accused me of killing people. Oh yeah. "Listen I know it sounds worse than it is, but it's only chloroform. It only makes you sleep a little while." He looked up and sighed. " I can't believe this is happening. "
I start to take in everything. I just kidnapped someone. I feel bad and look down. "I'm sorry." I say.
He then turns around and looks at me with wide eyes. "You're apologizing? The top criminal of the largest city in the country, is apologizing to me. For what? So you can guilt me into lying down at your feet so I can have you kill me with no regrets? Sorry but your beautiful emerald eyes and raven black hair and hot body can't get me to bend head over heels and fall weak at the knees for you. "
After hearing that I can't help but snort and laugh at his little spiel. He basically just complimented my looks and grew weak at the knees over me. He blinks and realized what he just said. He turns a shade of pink and crosses his arms and turns away from me.
"At least I didn't Rob a bank and cause terror across the country." He spits out.
I point my finger at him. He doesn't know what I've been through, how much 'terror ' people caused me. " Listen, you don't know what I've been through. I have seen my family been murdered, died of things that science can't explain. I have had to hide from the darkness for over eight months. I've tried to kill myself three times already, feeling so much guilt for not being there to save my family. And since my soul just seems to want to stay so much, I'm going to avenge my family. In what ever way I can, because the people that killed my family and destroyed my happiness is going to pay. Cause I know they have not just terrorized me, but other innocent people. So yeah, I'm not only helping me, but other people too. I will pay back what I can. But right now I need to get ready and prepared. " I take a deep breath, all riled up from all the feelings I expressed. The hostage looks at me astounded, his eyes filled with awe. At least I think so. Or it could be complete hatred. Probably the ladder.
He holds out his hand, waiting for me to grab it and shake it. "I'm Zachary, but you can call me Zac." He tells me with a smile. I stare at his hand. Whoa. What just happened? I look at Zac's face and shake his hand. "Evelyn." I tell him. Now I know his name. Great. And plus he knows mine, so now I definitely can't let him go. I'm gonna become so attached, I just know it. I haven't had human contact for almost seven months. Heck I'm already attached.
What are you gonna do Evelyn, what are you gonna do?