3 weeks since I got home from the hospital and now I'm out of the wheelchair. "You heal fast, baby." Brett said. "Better believe it, babe." I said. He kissed my cheek. He went to get a shower and I put my headphones on. When he came back, I didn't even notice. "Baby?" He asked. I just stared blankly at whatever I was looking at. He came up and kissed my neck. I still didn't move. He removed my headphones and kissed my ear. Still didn't move. He blew in my face. I fell over and shook it off. "Sorry." I said. He chuckled. "It's alright." He said, sitting beside me. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing." I said. He looked at me in concern. "All day you've been in a daze." He said. "Just thinking about things." I said. He kissed my cheek. "How long do we have to have classes?" I asked. "About 4 more months." He said. I pecked his lips. "It's Saturday, right?" I asked. He nodded. "I'll be back later." I said and stood up. "Where are y--" I didn't hear what he had to say, I already had my leather jacket on and closed the door. I never went anywhere without my hat, but I forgot it.
I started to think I had done something wrong. Was I too small for her? Was she unhappy? Did something happen? The questions were endless and I needed to find out what was wrong. I grabbed my jacket and ran out after her. I found her and ran in front of her. "Baby. What's wrong? I know there's something." I said. She looked like she was crying. "Baby. Are you alright?" I asked, grabbing her shoulders and her lips were slightly parted. "Blake. Say something." I said. "Help." She said weakly and passed out into my arms. She had an arrow in her back and she was bleeding. I picked her up and ran all the way to the nearest hospital.
-A Week Later-
I collapsed by her side onto a stool and grabbed her hand with both mine. I kissed the back of it and her eyes fluttered open. "Hey, sweetheart." I said softly. "Hey, Prince Charming." She said, turning her head. "How ya feeling?" I asked. "Better." She said. "Who shot you? Do you know?" I asked. "I don't remember anything, just you, Niall, and College." She said faintly. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, baby." I said. She laughed slightly, not separating her lips. "You have to try." I said, kissing her hand again. She was silent and I thought she fell asleep. "Sweetheart?" I asked. "Thinking." She said. She turned her head again. "My father..." She said, still not opening her eyes. "Your fathers hit you with an arrow?" I asked. "Mmhmm. Saw he in a refection. I kept walking out of shock and fear." She said. She was weak from so much blood loss, drugs they had to give her, and from just being tired. "I have to go. I'll be back as soon as I can." I said. As I left the room, her brother was walking in. "Do you know what happened to her?" He asked in worry. "Just an old enemy. Don't bother questioning her, she'll either fall asleep or not remember." I said, patting his back as I walked by. I headed down the hall and drove to our dorms. I called my old buddy, Donny. "Hey man, long time no chat. How are things?" He asked. "Good. Got a hot girlfriend, but... I never thought I'd say this, but..." I trailed off for a moment, wiping my mouth, "but I need your help with something." I said. I heard him lean back in his old loud chair. "Yeah? And what is this?" He asked. "I need help tracking down a man. He shot my girl with an arrow. She's in the hospital." I said. "Really? Interesting. Meet me at the old warehouse in 15." He said and hung up. He always had a twist when it came to something I needed, even as partners. I grabbed my black hoddie and a couple extra things. "Loaded... Good." I said. 15 minutes I was waiting. "Sorry I'm late. Had some business to attend to." He said. I looked at him. "So. Are you gonna help me?" I asked. "Depends. What's in it for me?" He asked. I grabbed the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. "You think this is funny, don't you? Me asking for help after refusing help? My girlfriend's life is on the line and you're gonna bargain with me!?" I yelled. "Whoa man. Let go." He said. "You bloody well help me of else I'll make sure your death is long and painful." I growled. "Alright. Jesus. I'll help you." He said. I dropped him. He stood up and smoothed his shirt. "So. Who's the luck guy being killed?" He asked. "Bobby Horan. My girlfriend's father. Went insane after her mother died and she never saw him until he shot her." I said. He nodded. "I've heard about him. Been killing a few people here and there." He said. He motioned me to follow. I followed behind him. I followed him down a secret passage way and down some stairs. I kept my hood up. We ended up where I never thought we'd be. "Dude. What did you do? This place looks awesome." I said, looking around the old lab. "Modified it. I live here pretty much." He said. I nodded. I spotted something, far end of the room. I walked over to a capsule. I put my hand against it. "You kept it? All along?" I asked. "I figured one day we'd be back." He said, stepping up behind me. "Hello old friend. Looks like we're gonna go one more mission." I said, grinning.
I remembered bits and pieces of people who came in, but I remembered when Brett came. Always being so gentle and jumpy. Brett walked through the door in his black hoodie, hood up, hands in his pocket. "Hey, pumpkin. How you feeling?" He asked, pulling a chair up, sitting backwards, arms resting on the top. "A bit better." I said. He took my hand. "Listen, baby. I'm not gonna say much, but... I'm not gonna be coming a often. I have business to attend to. I'll still be coming, but if I stop coming and I die, just know that I did it for you." He said and got up. "Brett.. What are you talking about?" I asked. "Nothing, pumpkin. Just rest." He said. He walked out and I was confused. Why would he die? I was getting worried. My mom... She died trying to protect the family... Now, Brett might die protecting me? What was happening?
I loomed over Donny's shoulder. "Anything?" I asked. "Nothing yet." He said. I ran my fingers through my hair and walked towards my old gear. "Can you believe 3 years ago, age 16, I was running around in this?" I asked. He walked up behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Back then, you were so young and stupid. Not to mention short. Now look at you. Got a girlfriend, you're taller, smarter, older, stronger, tougher. Do all this for one life." He said. I thought for a moment. "Donny, check the man's records. We have to find something to hunt him down." I said. He walked back to his high tech computer and I could hear his fingers fly along the keyboard. "Dude. It says he died 2 years ago." He said. "That's impossible! He shot her. She saw him! He must have done what Walter did. Faked his own death." I said, looking over his shoulder. "Hold on. I know someone who could help." He said. He wheeled over to his phone and I walked back over to the capsule. I walked around it, running my hands along it. I made my way to the front and placed my hand on the print scanner. It scanned my hand and the capsule opened. "Hello again. Never thought I'd ever wear you again." I said and picked it up. I looked at it. It fit no matter what. The material was made to fit anybody shape and size. I put it on and put on the leather, fingerless gloves. I balked my fist a couple times and put up my hood. "Still looking good, kid." Donny said. "You're 3 years older. Stop calling me kid." I said. He chuckled and shook his head. "Haven't changed a bit." He said. "Come on, Donny. What's the plan?" I asked. "Come with me." He said. I grabbed the rest of my gear and followed closely behind.
I sat up and Niall was beside me. "Brett's dead." He said. "What?!" I asked and turned to look at him, but he was replaced with dad with red eyes and a scary smile. I shot up from my pillow. "Sweetheart, you OK?" Brett asked. I wasn't breathing well, it was hard to breathe and everything was starting to go black. Brett was smart enough to grab one of the oxogen suppliers and place it over my mouth and nose. I started to breathe right again and he looked concerned. "You alright now?" He asked. I nodded and he carefully moved the thing off my mouth. "So this is the one you worry about." A man said. "Ya. Donny, this is Blake." He said, looking at the man. The man was tall, buff, bald, thin, and he wore glasses. "Hi there. I'm Donny. Nice to meet you, Blake. Brett hasn't shut up about you." He said, reaching out his hand. I shook it and didn't take my eyes off him, blushing at what he said about Brett. I had trust issues. "It's OK, pumpkin. He's here to help me." He said. I nodded. "So, tell me. Why did you wake up so scared?" Brett asked, taking my hand. "Niall was sitting beside me and then he said you were dead. When I turned to look at him, it was my dad with red eyes and a scary smile." I said, laying back down. Brett gently kissed my forehead. "It's OK, now." He said. I nodded and closed my eyes. "Babe, can you stay with me for a little while?" I asked. "As much as I want to, I can't. I've got work to do." He said and pecked my lips. "If you're just gonna leave, can you at least ask when I can leave?" I asked. "It you can't breathe when you walk up, a while." He said. He left with that guy and I felt so lonely. I missed Brett.
I was sitting in the lab with Donny, a friend of his, and some chick named Jenna. Jenna, my age, 19. Random lady Donny was talking to, his age, 22. "Hey, handsome." Jenna said, resting her hands on the arm of the chair I was sitting in. Jenna was blonde, long hair, shorter than Blake, blue eyes. She started getting really close and I rested my arm on the other arm of the chair, resting my head in my hand. She got even closer. "Come on, love. I know you like me." She said, getting closer. I simply just grabbed her face and pushed her back, still staring straight ahead. "Trust me. With 2 broken legs, my girlfriend still dragged a girl out by her hair and threatened to hurt her. I'd like to see what she'd do to you, but I don't think anyone else would like that." I said. I stood up. "Donny, I'm headed back to my dorm. I haven't slept since Blake was shot." I said. "See ya, little man." He called as I left. When I got back to my dorm, I thought it was gonna be lonely, but when I opened the door, I saw Blake there in a blue lace push-up bra and blue lace undies. She stood up and I gulped. "Hey, babe." She said seductively. She stood up and came towards me when I closed the door. She was maybe 7 inches away and I was pressed up against the wall. She placed her hand on my chest. "Where've you been?" She asked. "My job." I said, swallowing and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She came a little closer and I could hear my heart in my ears. "Baby... I gotta sleep. I'm tired." I said. "Do you really have to go?" She asked. That's when I realized he was wearing knee high, high heel boots. I gulped again. "Well, ya... I do..." I stammered as she started gently kissing under my jaw line and parts on my neck. I bit my lip. "Can't you stay with me a little bit?" She asked before kissing the other side. "Well... I... Uhhh..." I stammered. She kissed all down my neck. "I don't see why not." I said. "Good." She said and placed both hands on my chest. "I'd like it a lot better if you didn't have a shirt on." She said. She sounded so sexy and perfect. I quickly pulled off my shirt. She pressed my against the wall as she pressed her lips to mine. He grabbed her waist and we started to make out. I loved her to hell and she was pressed up against me in her underwear, but in a push-up bra and sexy boots. My god, she was fucking hot. I always wanted to fuck her and now I can whenever we were alone. For fuck sake, her nickname should be boobzila. Like, she was huge and it only made everything better. She wasn't even close to chubby, so she was 100% sexy.
-An Hour Later-
I had a sexy, naked Blake sleeping beside me. She had just drifted off. Good job bud, you got a hot girl and she's wanting what you want. I thought. She would probably let me fuck her in public if I asked her. I had the blankets covering our bodies, one hand behind my head and the other around Blake's shoulders. She was snuggled into my side and I smiled at the ceiling. I slipped out of bed and put my clothes back on. I rummaged through my suitcase to look for something. When I found it, I put it in my pocket. I knew how to get help whether they liked it or not.