Angels Falling Down: Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Fallon

         When I got up this morning, or any time in my life for that matter, if someone had told me that arguably the most gorgeous guy in the world would fall out of a tree and land in my lap while I was eating my lunch, I would have immediately had them institutionalized. But it happened.

          At first I was eating what the kitchen staff claimed was a chicken sandwich and enjoying the scenery. In the next second, I heard a snap, looked up, and caught sight of him.

          “Shit!”

          He crashed onto me. I could still feel through both our clothes that he was made of  pure muscle, sinew, and bone, but that did not, by any means make him a lightweight.

          “Ooof!” I grunted, which, as Mary says, is very unladylike by the way.

          “Sorry,” He mumbled, keeping his head down and face cast in shadow by his messy midnight locks.

          I waited a second, but he didn’t move.

          “Um, could you get off me, please,” I asked, I was starting to loose feeling in my legs.

          His head snapped up and he met my eyes. I gasped. They were the stormiest silver and I had only seen one pair like it before. It’s him.

           A devilish grin lit up his face and he raised an eyebrow, “Like what you see,” he teased.

          And me, like an idiot, sat there gaping like a fish. It can’t be him, that was seven years ago. He would have to be at least in his late twenties by now. But he doesn’t look a day past eighteen. It’s not possible.

          He reached up and gently shut my mouth and proceeded to pluck a stray orange leaf from my hair. He examined it for a moment then cast it away to drift in the light autumn breeze. He stood with the grace of a jungle cat, beautiful and dangerous, and stretched his hand down to grab mine. He pulled me up with ease, like I weighed nothing, and a warm tingle flowed through my hand at his touch.

          I finally regained the ability to speak, “What? How? Who are you,” I sputtered.

          He smirked once more, shook his head, and replied with a simple, “Not yet.”

          Aggravated and confused, I started to ask just what he meant by that when the bell to signal that I had one minute to get to class rang and silenced my questions.

          He pointed to the doors, “Hurry up, you don’t want to mar up that perfect attendance record of yours, Fall,” He advised, and disappeared into the woods. Leaving me with more questions than answers.

          I was still standing there, staring blankly at the foliage, when the final bell rang.

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Angels Falling Down: Chapter Three

 Chapter Three

Ryker

        

God, had she grown up over the past seven years. She’d gotten taller of course, time does that, her raven hair had grown longer, it was all the way to the bottom of her back now, her frame had filled out as well, and left no doubt in anyone’s mind that she was a young woman.

Her eyes were still the same bright, vibrant violet orbs that they had been the day I’d plucked her out of that blood spattered bedroom. She was walking outside the way she always did during lunch, distancing herself from everyone, the fall wind picked up a bit, scattered the leaves and tousled her hair gently across her face. Annoyed, she pawed it back and settled herself at the base of her favorite tree- the tree I was currently perched in.

I knew I shouldn’t have been watching her now, I wasn’t supposed to have helped her all those years ago, I wasn’t supposed to pick her up and leave her in the grass outside, and I wasn’t supposed to let her see me. But I did, and I should’ve drawn the line there. After I left I should have went away forever and never come back, never seen her again. But I did. I’d come back every year since, but I’ve never let her see me. At least I’d kept one of my rules.

I watched as she pulled today’s book from her bag and opened it as she picked at her lunch. She put up a good front, she had almost everyone fooled, she looked like nothing bothers her, nothing ever got under her skin, and that she didn’t care what anyone thought about her. But not me, no I knew her to well, even if she didn’t know me. I knew I nearly killed her inside knowing that she watched her parents die and she couldn’t do anything to stop it and I knew it hurt her to see her old friends everyday and not be able to run up and tell them the truth.

Every time I saw her, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if I would just walk up and introduce myself, become the friend that she so desperately needed, and gave her a hug- something that she hasn’t had in a really long time. I let myself think about it for a while and then stop myself, it can’t happen. Not only is it against the rules, but what would I say? “Hey Fall, I’m the guy that carried you outside the night your parents were murdered and just left you in the grass and have been secretly watching you off and on ever since. By the way, my name’s Ryker,” Yeah, that will go over real big.

I quietly let out an aggravated sigh and shifted my weight trying to get myself into a more tolerable position- damn, trees are uncomfortable! During my careless movements, a branch snapped halfway under my weight with a loud crack. She glanced up and caught sight of me.

Damn it!

          My sharp intake of breath was just too much for the limb to bear and it snapped the rest of the way through.

          “Shit!” I yelped as I plummeted to the ground.

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Preditor & Prey: Chapter Three

Chapter Three

       Finally, I was able to tear my gaze away from Zev’s, and focus my attention on Mr. Mahoney, or, at least, look like I was. Still, throughout the lesson, I felt Zev glancing at me, attempting to be discreet. Not that he was the only guilty part o the matter, mind you; I was stealing my own fair share as well.

       Stop it. You need to focus. You need to-

       My earring buzzed. Yes, my earring. One of the ups of working for the Paranormal Assassination Force is that we get all of the new, top of the line, toys; my earring pager being one of them.

       I should know, I’ve been here the longest, with the exception of Will being as he had been trained to be an operative since he was an infant, where as I joined the program when I was five. Actually, I’m not sure that joined would be the correct word for what happened; I think forced fits it better. My parents gave me up, they didn’t want me, they handed me over to PAF like was a tool and not their daughter; they didn’t even give me a choice. They just left me, without a thing for me to remember them by; I don’t remember their voices, their names, or even a sliver of a face. Almost as if they never existed. There is only one thing that I have to remind me of my past, a dagger shaped birthmark in the small of my back; that’s it. But that’s okay. PAF gives me a purpose.

       And, right now, that purpose was to go on a mission, that’s what my pager was telling me, which means I have to get back to the compound.

      

My hand shot up as I formulated a plan to get me out of class without getting in trouble.

“What is it, Kira,” Mr. Mahoney asked.

“I don’t feel well sir. May I please go to the nurse,” I said, feigning illness.

“Yes, of course. I’ll get someone accompany you, we don’t want a new student to get lost, do we,” Mr. Mahoney answered, attempting to be helpful.

Oh, crap.

I stood up, collected my things, and began walking to the door.

“Now who will volunteer to escort Kira to the nurse?”

With my back turned there was no way for me to know who raised their hand.

“I will.” A somewhat familiar voice replied.

“Ah, thank you Zev. Remember to grab a pass on your way out,” our teacher reminded.

“My pleasure, Mr. Mahoney.”

I heard the rustling of papers Zev gathered his things.

Double crap.  

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          I made sure I kept up my sick ploy as we made our way down the hall towards the main office. We had only traveled about three hall lengths before Zev stopped dead in his tracks and spun to face me.

          “What,” I questioned.

          Zev didn’t answer, and just stared at me like I was a puzzle that he was determined to figure out.

          “What!” I hissed.

          “You’re not sick,” Zev stated, looking me in the eyes, “So why are you in such a hurry to get out of class?”

          I was momentarily speechless; how had he figured that out? Not to brag, but I have some major acting skills.

          I opened my mouth to spin some lie, but Zev quickly hushed me.

He tilted his head slightly to the side as if he was listening to something, a couple minutes trickled by and I heard the faint sound of footsteps coming down the hall.

          With lightning speed, Zev dragged me down the hallway and ducked us into a janitor’s closet. He locked the door and flipped on the light before he turned to me, and locked his graze with mine, in his own. I looked into his green eyes and saw nothing but raw determination.

          “Now, answer my question.”