part 2 - test of friendship

His words hung in the air, ringing in my ears. I searched his thickly lashed, hazel eyes; looking for something. Anything. That would prove that what he had just said wasn’t true. Nothing. They showed nothing. They stared back into my own blue eyes; truthful and ashamed. I tried to speak, but couldn’t make a sound.

“You see? This is why I didn’t tell you! You are disgusted at me! It’s written all over your face!” he spat the words at me. Standing up quickly, he ran a hand through his scruffy, blonde hair.

“Jesse?” I said tentatively.

“WHAT?” he snapped.

“I... I don’t care” I spoke quickly and carefully.

Jesse looked back at me in disbelief to as what he was hearing.

“You don’t care? How can you not care? Didn’t you hear me? I killed my father, Skye!”

“I... I know. And it is a shock to me. Don’t get me wrong. But I know you, Jesse. You wouldn’t have done it out of spite. You are too sweet to do so. I can’t actually believe you actually murdered someone though! Why did you? I mean... why did you kill him? I thought you loved him...”

He looked at me, “I don’t know Skye. I really don’t... I... I was angry... and he was there. After I did it I burned the evidence.... Oh Skye! What have I done?”

He sounded so full of remorse and self hatred, and I struggled not to hug him. Instead I stood up and made him take his head out of his hands.

“Jesse, listen to me! You are not a bad person! Okay? You didn’t mean to do it, and it’s in the past now... But I would say one thing”

“What’s that?” he asked in surprise.

“RUN!” I yelled.

Grabbing his hand we sprinted down the corridors. As we rounded the bend, we found our way blocked by six men dressed in black. Turning on our heels to go back the way we came, we found ourselves trapped.

Groaning to myself, I quickly let go of Jesse’s hand and pulled back my coat to reveal a gun strapped to my thigh. Jesse caught sight of it and took a step back.

“WHOA! What’s that for?”

“There’s a whole lot you don’t know about me. But now’s not the time to explain”

Shoving him out of harm’s way, against the wall. I began to fight. Shooting in all directions, i began to realise the immense amount of men there were. Which was made much worse by the slight problem, that they didn’t actually die once shot.

“What the hell are they?” I muttered to myself.

All of a sudden a surge of fire engulfed the men standing in the corridor I had just exited. Blinking rapidly at the stinging sensation of the smoke that caused my eyes to water. Turning around quickly I saw Jesse being knocked unconscious by one of the men. I screamed an dived at the man, throwing him to the floor. Ripping off his mask, i gasped. Sneering back up at my dumbfound expression, was my little brother Shane.

“Long time no see big sis” he leered.

“what the hell are you doing here? What do you want?” I hissed.

He glanced over at Jesse, who had blood dripping from his forehead.

“We want pretty boy over there. Now if you don’t mind getting off me. We’ll take him and be on our merry little way. Capuche?”  

“Not a chance in hell!” I snarled back, my eyes full of loathing.

He sighed.

“Always have to take the hard way out. Don’t we? When will we learn?” He shook his head tutting at me.

He pounced. Throwing me against the wall. Before I had a chance to get to my feet, he was already up and had a chair in his hands. Rolling sideways sharply, just to see the chair slam against the wall where I had been just and second before. Looking round at him, I saw malice and glee marking his face. Without any warning he lunged at me. Hands around my throat he lifted me up by the neck.

“Awwwww. Poor little Skye can’t fight back” he sneered.

Glaring back. I clawed at his hands. My face going redder by the second. My vision became foggy and the next thing I know, air is rushing its way into my oxygen deprived body. Sinking to my knees I gulped in lungfulls of air. Looking up I see a tall, slim figure standing aboveme, fire in her hand. At my feet is my unconscious brother, blood trickling from his mouth. I gulped. All around me were bodies, littering the ground. Blood smeared the walls and painted the floor.

Staring back up at the person who towered above me I asked,

“Who are you?”