CHAPTER TWO
“Ok well the whole not kicking me thing is definite progress!” I said the uncomfortable silence was killing me. His midnight blue eyes for once showed something, I couldn’t tell if it was surprise or anger, though it was probably anger. That seemed to be a common theme with him. He walked over to me and I noticed that his feet still didn’t make a sound as they brushed against the dry ground.
“Ok,” He said, “what gave you the idea that I’m still human?” I rolled my eyes as I brought them up to meet his. “Well for starters, if you weren’t human you probably wouldn’t have called me a, what was it, a worthless piece of machinery.”
“Hmm. Well don’t think I’ve bought into your little act I still don’t trust you.” Ugh Men! He turned away; he seemed to be done speaking for the moment. Again, he walked away and sat on the opposite side of the fire from me. I took this opportunity to let my curiosity get the better of me.
As I looked around, I noticed that there was a beat up old backpack lying against a log. That made sense; he probably needed a place to carry his food. In this running business, there was no place to stay and rest. You were constantly on the move. I however didn’t have a bag like this. I either hunted and gathered while on the move or ate the food as soon as I stole it.
He didn’t seem to notice my searching; either that or he didn’t care so I let my eyes keep exploring. This place looked familiar, but so did most forests. They were a monotonous pattern that just kept going, tree, tree, tree, tree, bush, tree, and tree. There was nothing else to see really, and the darkness in the sky didn’t seem to be lightening any. I wondered what time it was. I guess now was as good a time as any to start talking.
“So…” I started, “Any idea what time and day it happens to be?” At first, I didn’t think he had heard me because he didn’t show any acknowledgement of my presence. “You’ve only been out for a few hours, so it’s around midnight.” He said. “We’ll be moving before daylight so you might as well sleep.” I nodded and laid my head back down on the ground and closed my eyes. I wondered how exactly he was planning to do this. He probably wouldn’t want to untie me so he would have to either carry me or find another way of dragging me along. This would be interesting.
Chapter Three
I woke up to the sound of sirens. I opened my eyes and though it was not yet morning, the sky was getting lighter. “Get up we have to leave!” the voice that was starting to get familiar instructed me. “ Um, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Steve but that might be a bit of a problem seeing as how you have so kindly clothed me in duct tape.” came my reply. I looked over at him to see him bent over his backpack, shoving something wrapped in cloth into it. He raised his head as he shoved then slung the bag over his shoulders and came over to me pulling a rope from his pocket.
As he bent down beside me he looked at me long and hard then said, “I hope you can run fast while attached to one end of this rope ’cause don’t think for one second I’m going to let you run off to your masters.” He then proceeded, none to gently, to rip the duct tape off my arms. “Ouch! You don‘t have to RIP it off like that.” I whispered harshly under my breath. I didn’t necessarily intend for him to hear that but hey, it wouldn’t hurt him if he did right? Obviously, he had heard it though because he looked up from his job of unsheathing me form the duct tape with a smirk playing on his lips. Hmm, a show of emotion or at least a sense of humor. You know the kind of humor that psychopaths have where they think inflicting pain is funny. Ok, so it didn’t hurt that bad but did he have to tear out all the little hairs?
When he was done removing the restraints, from my upper body he wrapped the rope around my waist and started to form a complicated knot. When it looked like he was finished with that, He then attached the other end of the thick rope to his wrist. I was being put on a leash like a dog. How lovely!
He finally took the last of the tape off my legs then hauled me to my feet. This whole process had only taken a few minutes, but a few minutes were a lot of time to lose. Just then, I noticed that he must have been awake a long time. I looked around his little camp and noticed that at first glance it didn’t appear that anyone had stopped in this little spot at all. Several types of scattered leaves covered the place where the fire had been very inconspicuously. Nothing else looked like people had touched it either.
There wasn’t time to sit and admire his work though it was time to move. He began walking very swiftly in the opposite direction of the sirens dragging me along. Then he started to run.
“Ok well the whole not kicking me thing is definite progress!” I said the uncomfortable silence was killing me. His midnight blue eyes for once showed something, I couldn’t tell if it was surprise or anger, though it was probably anger. That seemed to be a common theme with him. He walked over to me and I noticed that his feet still didn’t make a sound as they brushed against the dry ground.
“Ok,” He said, “what gave you the idea that I’m still human?” I rolled my eyes as I brought them up to meet his. “Well for starters, if you weren’t human you probably wouldn’t have called me a, what was it, a worthless piece of machinery.”
“Hmm. Well don’t think I’ve bought into your little act I still don’t trust you.” Ugh Men! He turned away; he seemed to be done speaking for the moment. Again, he walked away and sat on the opposite side of the fire from me. I took this opportunity to let my curiosity get the better of me.
As I looked around, I noticed that there was a beat up old backpack lying against a log. That made sense; he probably needed a place to carry his food. In this running business, there was no place to stay and rest. You were constantly on the move. I however didn’t have a bag like this. I either hunted and gathered while on the move or ate the food as soon as I stole it.
He didn’t seem to notice my searching; either that or he didn’t care so I let my eyes keep exploring. This place looked familiar, but so did most forests. They were a monotonous pattern that just kept going, tree, tree, tree, tree, bush, tree, and tree. There was nothing else to see really, and the darkness in the sky didn’t seem to be lightening any. I wondered what time it was. I guess now was as good a time as any to start talking.
“So…” I started, “Any idea what time and day it happens to be?” At first, I didn’t think he had heard me because he didn’t show any acknowledgement of my presence. “You’ve only been out for a few hours, so it’s around midnight.” He said. “We’ll be moving before daylight so you might as well sleep.” I nodded and laid my head back down on the ground and closed my eyes. I wondered how exactly he was planning to do this. He probably wouldn’t want to untie me so he would have to either carry me or find another way of dragging me along. This would be interesting.
Chapter Three
I woke up to the sound of sirens. I opened my eyes and though it was not yet morning, the sky was getting lighter. “Get up we have to leave!” the voice that was starting to get familiar instructed me. “ Um, I don’t know if you’ve noticed Steve but that might be a bit of a problem seeing as how you have so kindly clothed me in duct tape.” came my reply. I looked over at him to see him bent over his backpack, shoving something wrapped in cloth into it. He raised his head as he shoved then slung the bag over his shoulders and came over to me pulling a rope from his pocket.
As he bent down beside me he looked at me long and hard then said, “I hope you can run fast while attached to one end of this rope ’cause don’t think for one second I’m going to let you run off to your masters.” He then proceeded, none to gently, to rip the duct tape off my arms. “Ouch! You don‘t have to RIP it off like that.” I whispered harshly under my breath. I didn’t necessarily intend for him to hear that but hey, it wouldn’t hurt him if he did right? Obviously, he had heard it though because he looked up from his job of unsheathing me form the duct tape with a smirk playing on his lips. Hmm, a show of emotion or at least a sense of humor. You know the kind of humor that psychopaths have where they think inflicting pain is funny. Ok, so it didn’t hurt that bad but did he have to tear out all the little hairs?
When he was done removing the restraints, from my upper body he wrapped the rope around my waist and started to form a complicated knot. When it looked like he was finished with that, He then attached the other end of the thick rope to his wrist. I was being put on a leash like a dog. How lovely!
He finally took the last of the tape off my legs then hauled me to my feet. This whole process had only taken a few minutes, but a few minutes were a lot of time to lose. Just then, I noticed that he must have been awake a long time. I looked around his little camp and noticed that at first glance it didn’t appear that anyone had stopped in this little spot at all. Several types of scattered leaves covered the place where the fire had been very inconspicuously. Nothing else looked like people had touched it either.
There wasn’t time to sit and admire his work though it was time to move. He began walking very swiftly in the opposite direction of the sirens dragging me along. Then he started to run.
I know I asked for too much before
I know I deserved for you to walk out the door
But you didn’t need to give it away
I promise you I’ll give it a try
You don’t have to buy my love
You don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause you don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
You shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope you finally see
That wanting from you makes me feel
You shouldn’t buy my love
I know I deserved for you to walk out the door
But you didn’t need to give it away
I promise you I’ll give it a try
You don’t have to buy my love
You don’t need to give so much
I know I asked for a lot, never seemed satisfied
The word want makes me needy
Cause you don’t have to buy my love
Wants have become a trigger
I’ll put your white string around my finger
Shouldn’t have asked
I never should’ve asked
You shouldn’t be buying love,
Don’t give it all away to me
I hope you finally see
That wanting from you makes me feel
You shouldn’t buy my love
Author's Note: "Look, now I am going to tell you a story of the life of Rosemary Vega a.k.a me."
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at writing stories, singing like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I love to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer or a voice actress.
I am interested in Star Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favorite pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank you for giving me your time to read this article! :D
I am 11 years old.
My birthday is on March 25.
I am very talented at writing stories, singing like famous people (example: Shakira, Selena Gomez, Demi Lovato and Lady Gaga) I love to act!
When I grow up I want to be singer or a voice actress.
I am interested in Star Wars, Pokemon, Everybody Hates Chris and George Lopez.
My favorite pokemon are: Jirachi, Roserade, Mismagious and Meganium.
I was born in Wilson, North Carolina.
Thank you for giving me your time to read this article! :D