I turn a corner and crash into someone. I fall right on my butt and the person I hit, groans in pain. What is up with me and running into people? I shake my head, ready to fight, but when I see who it is, I hesitate, a nervous fear consuming me.
“Flich,” I gasp.
Flich stares down at me, his expression unreadable. Inside, I instantly worry. I fear what he plans to do. He’ll probably turn me in. I lied to him and left him when he was injured. He doesn’t even know me and probably believes every word on my wanted posters. He has every right to leave me to the Reds. I just pray he doesn’t. So, I’m stunned as he sticks out his hand and flashes a smile.
I take it, suspicious. I can’t help it. I don’t know who to trust and who not to. I also only …show more content…
My instinct to survive is too strong.
I can’t take it anymore. I finally give in and grab the doorknob when yelling echoes from the other side of the door. I freeze, dropping my hand from the handle. Booming footsteps follow the yelling and stop yards away from the door.
“Flich,” a deep voice growls, slightly out of breath. It’s not Felix, or the demon, which makes me relax, but only barely. “Did you see anyone pass? Anyone at all?”
“Only a girl with black hair. Slightly odd to see a woman in this area, huh? Why? Are you looking for her?” Flich replies and I sink my head in sorrow, my breath caught in my throat. He’s going to hand me over. I should have known better. He never wanted to help me. No one wants to help me. I’m alone. I’m always alone.
“Yeah, which way did she go?” the man asks, quickly.
“She ran pass that way and up the stairs…” He never finishes as the men take off, running again in the opposite direction I am. Joy flitters through me. He didn’t turn me in. “You’re welcome!” Flich yells after them, sarcasm thick in his words. Minutes later, after the yelling and footsteps died down, the door opens and there stand Flich, holding his side in pain, but a smile is on his face. His face is slightly bruised and
“Flich,” I gasp.
Flich stares down at me, his expression unreadable. Inside, I instantly worry. I fear what he plans to do. He’ll probably turn me in. I lied to him and left him when he was injured. He doesn’t even know me and probably believes every word on my wanted posters. He has every right to leave me to the Reds. I just pray he doesn’t. So, I’m stunned as he sticks out his hand and flashes a smile.
I take it, suspicious. I can’t help it. I don’t know who to trust and who not to. I also only …show more content…
My instinct to survive is too strong.
I can’t take it anymore. I finally give in and grab the doorknob when yelling echoes from the other side of the door. I freeze, dropping my hand from the handle. Booming footsteps follow the yelling and stop yards away from the door.
“Flich,” a deep voice growls, slightly out of breath. It’s not Felix, or the demon, which makes me relax, but only barely. “Did you see anyone pass? Anyone at all?”
“Only a girl with black hair. Slightly odd to see a woman in this area, huh? Why? Are you looking for her?” Flich replies and I sink my head in sorrow, my breath caught in my throat. He’s going to hand me over. I should have known better. He never wanted to help me. No one wants to help me. I’m alone. I’m always alone.
“Yeah, which way did she go?” the man asks, quickly.
“She ran pass that way and up the stairs…” He never finishes as the men take off, running again in the opposite direction I am. Joy flitters through me. He didn’t turn me in. “You’re welcome!” Flich yells after them, sarcasm thick in his words. Minutes later, after the yelling and footsteps died down, the door opens and there stand Flich, holding his side in pain, but a smile is on his face. His face is slightly bruised and