Chapter 5 - truth

"Abby!" I struggled chasing after the heroine. This was completely insane, she was actually willing to chase, two very large individuals who carried weapons, and bring them to justice on her own!

The girl was insane.

"Leave it Kate, I'm not going after them." She didn't stop in her tracks, she didn't even flinch to look me in the eyes. Abby was distraught. She gave me her word she wasn't going to do anything stupid or dangerous, so, I trusted her. I stopped following her and watched as she pushed tables and chairs out the way in a huff. The shattered glass on the floor could be heard while in colision of her bare shoe. Her heavy walk dragged her into the wet streets of london. Abby's silhouette blended well into the dark parts of the city, but when the lass stepped under the golden glow of the street laps her hard walk was shown to be quite slow. Her head was hung low and her body seemed frail. She was upset of course but she did not need to hide her emotion, that I did not understand.

A stinging feeling made my heart batter at twice the speed, my throat felt as dry as the copper brown grass on droughts in my village, my breathe was shortened and my mind was racing. I felt bothered that I wasn't at her side. So I ran after her.

I've been chased before by those stronger and in numbers. I ran fast, then either hid or found refuge. It's all you can do. I escaped every time. But those moments running, my brain on speed-mode, ultra focused on the escape, they stay in my head as if they were filmed in slow motion. That's not where my head was today, my focus was souly on helping Abby.

I ran, my feet kissing the land. Perhaps a little while ago I would have balked at idea of running so far and fast, now I relish the prospect. These feet were made to travel at speed and as light as the paws of a lioness. Breathing steady, heart strong - this girl was born to run. Even the tears from the sky could not stop me. I only realise the rain was cold because my skin carried the heat of my blood, because my inner fires burn strong. And as I stride onwards my eyes are always seeking my misrable friend shown by the light.

My heart soon began to give up, my feet slowed down into a hault, I took the time to scan the midnight streets of London. It was quite empty for such a large city, granted it was the middle of the night and of course a lot of people would be asleep by now.

"Strange," I mumbled under my breath, though there was no one around to hear my thoughts, I thought it best to be wary. Even though the midnight sky stretched over the city, it was strange to me that, such a busy city, it was so empty. We arrived here at night and people were seen everywhere but now; I see no one.

There was a crunch of gravel behind me, not the kind of continuous noise you'd get from a rolling car, but the defined short crunch of a footstep. The darkness pressed in on me as I fought the urge to turn around. Then there came another crunch, this time lighter and slower as if the maker of the noise was trying to be quieter, to sneak up on me perhaps. I hid, darting sharply around a corner. My silvery black hair blended in well with the shadows of the alleyway. My waitress outfit helped hide my pale skin. How much I wished to be in bed right now, I shouldn't have gone looking for Abby. She could be dead right now, we just got attacked by people with guns. Who knows this could've been their way of drawing us out for a cold, brutal murder!

I had know idea what was going on. This was all happening so fast, this felt so surreal. Footsteps began to near to my location, I prayed to God for my safety. A deep voice was heard passing the alleyway, I blended into the shadows well, as the voice caught in the echos my curiosity tempted me to follow the voices.

"Are we there yet?" a higher pitched voice, more feminine than the other voice.

"No, not yet, it won't be much longer, keep walking." The lie resonating through his voice.

"You said that yesterday, and the day before!" the, presumably, female huffed, walking off ahead of him.

"I know," he sighed. He kept pushing on, no time to stop, no time to rest. "Abby is waiting, you know how she gets when we're late!"

"Fair enough," the girl sighed, her footsteps, the pattern changed, I peered from behind the mossy, Victorian brick wall. I saw a short female with bright red hair, she was no ginger she had red blood hair. It flew as she lifted her body, skipping down the streets of London. Behind her was a large man, his black hair didn't look natural, it was so pitch black that I could only see the out line of his head from hairline when he stepped under the dimly lit Street lamps, evenly spread along the streets, continuing for only a few buildings down.

Following these strangers was the worse mistake I'd ever made. You know that moment in books when the main character finally figured out who the villain is, when the cops finally realise who did the killings, a discovery that shocks everyone, even the ones who figured it out. It shocks them so much that they almost refuse to believe it, they wish they never figured it out.

Trust. Betrayal. Traitors. They all fit into the same category. People, you can't trust them. That was something I promised myself 2000 years ago, never to trust again. But I failed myself, I don't even trust my own words. The same words that told her, "I trust you, my friend" the same words that made my believe in humanity, "I believe you, I'm on your side, always!"

Lies.