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Elish took frightened steps back. His eyes wide and staring hard at his hands. He was scared. It was a familiar frightened feeling and it sent frozen chills down his spine. Goosebumps riddled his skin.
Those were not animal blood, he was at least good enough to tell so. It belong to people like them but who did he hurt?
The blood looked like it was leftover after efforts to wash everything off had been made. Is that how he ended up here? Running from the place where he had committed an abomination. Did he also hurt the girl?
"Ah! Shit!."
He yelled out, crumbling to his knees. What the hell happened? What the hell did he do? His eyes were pinned on the ground, heaving like a marathon runner who won first place.
Cold sweat building up around all the areas that could grow hair. His brain rocked for a decision.
'What am I going to do now' He thought.
I can not just go back there. If I really hurt somewhere, If am really on the run then it means they are on the hunt and they probably want me dead like I did to their own. Should I not be running away?
He had no answers to any of them. His head suddenly hurt and he began to ache everywhere. Then there was the fear of being hunted.
Everything was just coming all at once but somehow, there was the inner assurance. Like a tiny peace making him feel no emotion towards the thought of murdering one of them like he did not do what he thought it did.
The peace made him feel tremendously sick inside. So he was a remorse less killer.
"Ah."
All these thoughts, slamming on his mind like doors and they hurt his head pretty bad. Innately, he looked up to the sky. A plausible sign of day breaking, lay on it. He was now sitting on the sand near the river, stark naked and thinking of what to do with himself.
Many times over, he breathed. The last came as a huff. He as standing on his feet the next moment. He had decided. He would trace the house, but stealthily.
At least he deserved to know what exactly he did and possibly understand the tiny calming feeling that he so much hated right now, which was making him entertain the thought that he might not have hurt anyone there.
Eyes averting to the forest, he tried to find any large leaves he could hold onto. A little conciliation would do his nude body some good. To his luck, he spotted one, a little distance away.
He went for it. His legs pulling him through the bushes that tickled him when they rubbed around his thighs, legs and abs.
'I have many sensitive spots'
He realized as he reached out and pulled on the leaves of the huge plantain tree. It was very easy to rip out and it went round his waist. He pinned the end with his finger. The plant ticked the tips of this hand, he flinched, suppressing a suspected giggle.
"Crap. I feel like a girl right now," he mocked himself.
Huffing, upset. He turned anticlockwise. The river in sight, he made for it. In just a few steps, he was far from the green and dried autumn brown; and heading down along the edge of the river, dull cream colored sand beneath his feet.
He walked tirelessly, following the river all the way down. His eyes up and around. The duplex was very big, he remembered. It's roof should be able to stand above a few trees here which means he could be able to spot it, even by a little bit.
It was as if the house heard his plight and revealed its dark thatch roof overgrown with climbing weeds. That algae green color; he spotted it immediately.
"Oh Yes," he jubilated quietly
The house was still about six miles away but he could trace it now without having to follow the river. However, the water separated him from the other side he needed to follow to get to house.
There was no way he was going around either. Bot for a river that looks like I never stops flowing. He would have to cross the river like that. There was no reluctance from him, surprisingly. He dipped his legs in to the walked and began to walk across, fighting the current below.
He was tall so the water only rose to his abs but his loose Leaf skirt was completely submerged into the water and when he finally won the river war, the skirt suffered collateral damage, half of it taken by the water.
Elish did not notice. All his mind on his destination. He had gotten with their range of contact. If there were waiting for him, it would be around here.
He was alert and sound conscious at the same time, nearing the house slowly.
It took him time but he finally arrived, still hidden away behind the tall grasses. He was at the backside of the of the building. He waited patiently, trying to see if he could hear any sounds from the house. He did… chattering sounds in fact and a giggle.
Unknowingly, he straightened up at the instant he heard the sound. The calm in his heart grew out even more, his nerves easing surprisingly.
… Is that her voice?...
He was distracted. He did not hear the footsteps coming from behind him. He did not notice the silent noise the breeze made as it cut through it.
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Leo walked into the sitting room with a glass of cool water. Anamay stretched out her hand and took the glass from him. For a split second, he was tempted to let his fingers caress hers a little before they took away the cup but he held down his desire.
Instead he cursed sleep and why it made him close his eyes at that last moment. To think he slept by four in the morning and Anamay woke up thirty minutes later.
She did feel a little sore but she could move. She had noticed that the sweater she wore had been ripped apart and she was In her underwear. He was fast sleep hanging on the stool. She must have been marveled by how he could actually keep it without falling.
Well, she took the chance to get her clothes, put them on and return to the bed. It was her ruffling noise, his dad had told him, that made Mr. Parker come into the room. Mr. Parker thought that his son was still up and about so he was shocked to see that it was Anamay, Eyes wide open and smiling.