Jagger's Mistake: A Narrative Fiction

I crouch down and follow the foot track, squinting as the night goes on and the world becomes darker. I here a snap and turn around to see Ralph. He laughed and puts his hands in surrender. “I’m not such a excellent hider am I?” he walks up to me, but my adrenaline is still running and I pounce on him, causing him to release his hunting knife

“Okay pray i have a good shot.” He pulls his gun and shoots the ropes you fall.

“Now this is going to kill ya,” He says while eye searching the area as if he has frightened himself.

“Think about it. Do you have enemies? Can you think of anyone who might want to hurt you or your family?” Office Grayson

He quickly places the knife in his back pocket. Looking over his shoulder I see him beginning to insert the gun into his sleeve but I stop him by placing my hand onto his shoulder. He jumps and points the gun at me. Thankfully, I see the cops coming towards us so I know he won’t do anything to me.

“Who’s they?” he wanted to know. “Who, specifically, do you think is trying to murder you?”

I don’t reply and I don’t do what he wants. There’s no way on earth, I’m listening to him. His arm constricts around my neck and I gasp for air, dizziness flowing through me. I wonder how long I can hold out, but I don’t take that chance. “Alright,” I gasp, angrily.

“You don’t want to kill me, Noah.” You warn, your voice low. “They’ll never forgive you if you kill me.”

I desperately want answers, when my questions are interrupted as the door opens. I sit up, my back aching and my head pounding. Felix is standing in the door way, with his hands in his pockets. “Felix,” I begin, surprised.

“Stonewood is a demon and with one touch, he can turn anything, anyone, to silver and he touched me,” I explain, remember the pain of my flesh turning to silver. That pain was nothing compared to the Demon Serum. “It was either this or death and I couldn’t die… I’m not human anymore.”

My legs are running, my breath is heavy, and I'm scared out of my mind. I feel like it's been days since I've started running from this demon. Trying to hide won't do me any good, it knows where I am always, its piercing red eyes and serpentine tongue can see and smell me for miles. I can hear it laughing in a deep yet somehow high voice from at least a mile away. This dark road has led me on for what I still believe might be days, and to no avail might I add. Then as I keep running, I hear the demon’s alien-like yell not too far from me, I see a red door in the distance, and I immediately sprint towards it.

        “I thought you were one of them,” he admits, squirming under Walker's punishing hold. “I told them last time I saw them that if I did see them again, then I’d kill them.”

Again, another backhand cuts me off. Pain stinging through my cheek does not stop me from speaking. I snap my dark eyes back at Stonewood. “You know I’m right and you hate it. It’s only the matter of time before the Order screws you over and leaves you for dead.”

"We can't do that, not after the threat you pulled earlier." The same man says referring to the alchemy I had attacked them with moments ago.

"Darling," He moans only a foot and a half away from me. "call my name. Be rough, yell at me. Just let it be my name. I want a preview of what I going to make-." I scoot away from him and speak.