PrologueCh.1Part1

If you had told me 6 months ago that I’d soon be faced with the fatal decision between what is love and what is right, I would have laughed and told you to get your head out of the trashy romance novel you picked up at the gas station. What’s pathetic, I think as I warily watch the blade swing closer to my throat, is the fact that this is not a cheap paperback. This is my unfortunate life. ** Chapter One  ** I looked down at the blood on my hands, staining my t-shirt, and I wondered vaguely if it’s mine…or his. I contemplated running away…but I was pretty sure it was too late, seeing as about 10 official looking people armed with guns were advancing towards me. My mind may have just decided to stay put, but my body didn’t seem to cooperate, and this resulted in me taking a hesitant step in the opposite direction, and tripping over myself. “Hold it! Stay put!” blared the scariest, biggest official guy in the bunch, leading the pack. He was dressed in all black, and his light hair was cropped close to his head. He still had a gun pointed at my face, and I could distinctly see the terrorizing look of anger on his face. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I could possibly start crying in public. It seemed like everything that had just happened in the past 20 minutes had finally caught up to me, and suddenly I felt like an additional 500 lbs had just been added to my 130 lb. build. Still, I wasn’t known to my former high school classmates as ‘fearless’ for nothing. “Put your fucking gun down!” I said, hoping that my voice sounded as steady as I // didn’t //feel. Tough Guy was about 20 feet away from me before I said that, and after those words came out of my mouth I swear to God, he teleported through the remaining space between us, and got right in my face. “// WHAT //DID YOU SAY?” he roared…still not lowering his gun. Now this was getting me pretty pissed off. I tried to copy his manic, psycho expression, hoping that the blood covering me gave me a badass edge. “I // said //…put down. your fucking. gun.” I recited, as though I was addressing a disabled toddler. Surprisingly, he lowered the gun, but I was afraid that he only did so in order to raise his fist. “LEO! // Stop! //” One of the guys behind my charming new friend came forward. This guy was chivalrous enough to lower his gun before I had to ask. I couldn’t help noticing that this guy was a little easier on the eyes than Tough Guy, though that could have been due to the fact that he // didn’t //look prepared to hit me in the face. “Leo” stared into my eyes, but this time he looked less intimidating. He seemed to be counting to ten, but I could see the fire leave his eyes before he even got to six. He lowered his fist, and begrudgingly put away his gun. The other…agents, I guess they were, approached our little trio, and I noticed they all started lowering their weapons. Still, I backed away cautiously. “Leo” backed up a foot too. “Sorry. I just didn’t know…are you // with //that guy?” he said, not really sounding all that apologetic at all. “// That // guy?” I said, gesturing towards the lifeless, blood soaked body behind me. “Ah…no not exactly. I think….I think I just killed him.”
 * Prologue **