Chapter 5 (re)


    This is the end, she cringed, I’m going to die and my mother wouldn’t even know where to find the


    body.


    His mouth was moving, but she caught only thest part of what he said, “…it’s a sin to break into a


    church at the Tempters hour.”


    re gave the guy a scattering look who she presumed was Alonso by the sound of his voice, “I have


    no idea of what you said, put me down.”


    She skimmed her eyes down his body. The long-sleeved Henley was a shade lighter than the brown


    leather pants straining his muscr thighs. Spotting the heavy army boots, that looked as if they had


    been through a bloody carnival of dead bodies was very intimidating. Now focused back on his face,


    she gulped at the serious angry gaze that marred his features. Whoever said looks can be deceiving


    had certainly got the wrong memo. Alonso''s spoke volumes of a guy with lots of darkness around him


    and it scared her, shitless.


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    Kicking her legs out, she realized how tall he was. re always thought she was tall herself but nothing


    compared to Alonso the giant. He made her height seem like an adolescents. As if that wasn’t bad


    enough, he shouted, “How in the realms name did you even get in. It’s after midnight.” He looked at his


    watch to stress his point, and the movement made her flinch because he still kept a tight grip on her


    waist with one hand, “I stand corrected, it’s one in the morning. You know, now I’ll have to call the cops.


    They’ll probably arrest you for trespassing on holy grounds or, if you lucky, which is highly unlikely, call


    your mother.”


    re didn’t want to seem scared but her face gave her away when she grimaced at the mention of her


    mother. She struggled in his hold but only made it worse, the man didn’t let her go. Instead he put both


    hands on either side of her waist and held her mid-air with his arms stretched out; simr to how one


    would hold a wailing baby. Which in her case wasn’t far off as she yelled, “Get your hands off me, you


    freak, I came through the door just like YOU.”


    Whatever he saw in her face as she frowned worked because the giant bastard let her go like she was


    made of fire. Which in his mind she probably was after listening to the crap they spewed. Finally, her


    feet touched the ground, but she knew this wasn’t over.


    It didn''t take long before she was manhandled, yet again, when another guy grabbed her left arm and


    tugged with a firm grip that was close to painful. She was pulled up towards the end of the aisle.


    “Do your parents know where you are?” His voice strained, “What if you got raped or mugged, and


    eavesdropping on other''s conversations is rude, what were you thinking?” He asked, more like


    demanded through clenched teeth, barely holding in his anger.


    His name was Nathan, the guy with the strong voice that now sounded extremely angry, great, just


    great.


    This guy had a light olive tan from standing in the sun for long periods. His hand that pulled her was


    darker from driving than his neck proving her theory further.


    His muscr built was more pronounced than Alonso by the sy of broad shoulders, and the veins


    visible on his forearms. Judging by his height which put him at least four inches shorter than Alonso,


    hopefully, he was the more saner one. re was going with her assessment knowing full well it was


    bullshit. But if she could convince her teacher lime green is yellow, she could make herself believe her


    theory that a shorter guy equalled a saner one. After all she was technically a genius. One in hiding, as


    she always remembered to write a few incorrect answers in her papers. She was already considered a


    freak and a ‘nasty insensitive bitch’ she didn''t need another reason for the female poption to despise


    her.


    When re looked into Nathan’s eyes to say something, the gravity left her as her knees buckled at


    his reflection. Luckily he held her steady, she was too transfixed on his eyes to worry about falling.


    They were Green, dark green, the same as hers, ‘devilish’ she thought. That was what they called it at


    school, Devils eyes.


    Never had she seen another person with eyes like hers, that was dark yet so visible. Her friend once


    said it was freakishly unreal. Her mind raced with possibilities at him being her rtive, he looked


    familiar, yet not so much. The hairstyle of shaven off sides and long ck hair kept in the middle, was


    too modern to ring any bells.


    But those eyes, though harsher than hers, colder, they were still hers.


    Capturing the knowledge from her brain of anything familiar was like trying to solve a puzzle without the


    border pieces, pointless. Without the foundation you couldn''t do anything, you were just simply stuck.


    And as memory went, it was harder to know what you sought if you couldn’t remember, and even more


    to capture it, when you didn’t even know what it is you were searching for.


    His jaw clenched as she openly stared, rude as it might be re couldn''t look away even if she wanted


    to. And maybe she was acting a little crazy, but he must see it, he couldn’t be blind. Surly a rtive of


    hers would have some brains.


    “It’s rude to stare just take a picture, it’s more permanent, post it,” he suggested with a careless shrug,


    “Instagram is quite popr these days.”


    She hesitated and then blurted out, “Dude, you seriously can''t be that dumb.” When he quirked his


    brow, something her mother did, she huffed in annoyance, “We have the exact same eyes,e on.”


    When she saw the nk stare he gave her, she could tell he wasn''t going to say a thing, so she


    shrieked, “I don''t want your picture. It is obvious that you are no rtive of mine. When I first heard


    you, I got excited for a second thinking you sounded so educated, and then again when I saw your


    eyes, but then just as quickly I realized youck an awful lot. Mostly that which includes intellect and


    vision, so just in case youck hearing read my lips slowly, LET. ME. GO.”


    A woman''s voice shouted from the altar, “This girl is wasting our time, we have a job to do, we can deal


    with her…ter…” The female voice trailed off, her words lost in her view of re.


    These people were really starting to freak the be-Jesus out of her, in the sense that they somehow


    knew her. She was no fool, she knew when people had recognition in their eyes, and Nathan had it


    written all over his almost familiar face.


    With a gentle push, he let go of her arm. Squeezing his eyes shut he grunted at her, “Leave now and


    go straight back.” A daring warning in his voice, he snarled, “No more wandering ces, if I see you


    around at night, alone, I will beat your ass, understood.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to get a read on


    his mood. There was no smirk on his face or sign of joking, he was serious and definitely the one to be


    wary of among the three.


    Nobody had ever spoken to her like that before, and if they did, she never remembered it.


    Fear aside, she squared her shoulders and stared at him smack in the face, “I was leaving anyway.”


    re then gave the other two pointed looks, snapping her fingers in the air, “Clearly you all need to get


    your heads examined. And news sh, giant guy,” She arched her brow at Alonso, “The church is a


    ce of peace, not weapons dumb ass.”


    “Ooh someone’s getting grumpy,” he mocked, “You shouldn’t name call guys with daggers.”


    She watched as Alonso put his hand on the butt of the dagger which fitted into the side of his pants.


    Turning, her boots skidded as she stormed down the aisle of the church. She refused a backward


    nce as the sound of theirughter echoed through the church walls.


    Weing the icy breeze creeping through her cotton t-shirt as she opened the door and barged out


    not slowing down until she was out the main gate.


    A sudden relief washed over her, as she cut the corner from the church. She was d to be alive. But


    she couldn’t rattle the sense that something wasn’t quite right with those people she’d met. They all


    wore simr clothes, brown leather material, and light Henley t-shirts, which looked extremely soft,


    except the girl, wore high heels, which is re’s opinion, totally unnecessary. If they weren’t so clearly


    crazy and she didn’t know better, the trio could’ve easily passed as some special force team. She


    highly doubted that, clearly theyck the brains and were all Braun.


    As the minutes went by, the only thing on her mind as she walked was the bone-deep anger and the


    sound of their voicesughing at her. Her body was riled up, she couldn’t wait to get back to the


    apartment and get some sleep. re picked up her pace as the sudden urgency to get home filled her


    with a shot of adrenaline. re always thought better on a clear head.