“You’re hurting me! Let me go!” I screamed.
Ignoring my pleas my attacker kept running, pulling me
hastily along. Twisting my body I tried to catch a glimpse of the assailant,
already knowing it wasn’t the beast. The hands that held me were human. Or at
least they felt that way. I didn’t feel the leathery skin I had seen on the
beast. Also by the way he held my wrist I estimated that it was only about a
head taller than me, whereas the beast was at least thirty feet tall.
The more I tried to look, the harder it pulled me along.
After about another ten minutes of running we finally started to slow down. My
breath came out hard and raspy from all the exercise. When we came to a
complete stop my assailant let go of my wrist. I pulled my arm away; angry at
the way it had handled me. I looked over at it finally able to see it fully.
It had its hands on its knees, trying to catch its breath.
After a second I realized I was looking at a boy. He couldn’t have been any
older than fifteen, though he was big for his age. He was muscular and lean.
When he was done catching his breath he turned and spoke
softly, “I think we lost it. No thanks to you.” His brows twisted down suddenly
furious, “You know that was really stupid to stop running. If it hadn’t been
for me you would be dead right now.”
I looked him over, only half listening as he spoke. His
light brown hair was flying in the breeze. Sweat was glistening across his face
from the run. His soft brown eyes shone with annoyance. I could see his chapped
lips moving as he spoke. His strong jaw moving with each syllable.
He was shouting now. “Are you even listening to me? God,
your more oblivious than I thought.” His arms were thrown into the air as he
became more and more angry.
Suddenly focusing I said, “Who are you? Why the hell did you save me? Maybe I wanted to die, but I guess
not now because you have to go around saving people!” By the time I was
finished, I was overcome with anger.
Before I knew it he was up in my face, yelling, “Oh you’re
going to be mad at me? I just saved your
sorry ass! And who in their right mind would ever want to die? That’s crazy!”
Blinded by anger I turned around looking for something to
use as a weapon against this crazy person. Not finding anything useful, I
picked up a stick turning back to him.
Raising the stick like a bat I spoke, “I will not ask again.
Who are you and why did you save me?” My body was shaking from the fear
and adrenaline coursing its way through my body.
His arms flew up in the air frustrated, “You stupid girl! I saved you because I am tired of watching
innocent people die. As for my name…its Guy.” His body trembled, his eyes
shining with tears.
Calming, I couldn’t help but smile, “Guy? That’s seriously
your name?”
He looked at me furious, “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” He asked, yelling.
My smile faded as I looked at his face, the anger radiating
off him in waves. “Nothing I just thought it was different that’s all.” I said
quietly, adverting my gaze.
Still angry he spat, “Well do you think I like it? No, and I don’t need anyone to remind me
either!”
We stood in silence, adverting each other’s gaze. In the
silence I could hear all the sounds of nature. Birds sang as though it was the
happiest day of their life. The beast roared, but quietly as if it were very
far away. Water rushed against rock, as a stream flowed through the trees.
Guy spoke softly, his anger lessened, “What’s your name, I
doubt it’s any better.”
I paused not sure if I should answer. He took my silence as a
travesty and added, “Is it that bad? You can’t even say it? What is it
something like: Sarah? Or Gertrude?”
I laughed at how ridiculous his suggestions were and
answered, “No! My name is Stormy. Stormy River, but everyone just calls me
Stormy.”
He smiled, “Stormy? That’s unique. What, do all your friends
call you Storm, like that chick from X-Men with all the wicked weather power’s”
We were both laughing now, unable to contain it, “No it’s
just Stormy. I never even thought of the X-Men thing, clever.”
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