Chapter 2: EP2
He walked down a long, dark corridor and entered one of the rooms he thought might pinpoint the source of the scream. He grabbed the doorframe, paused, and took a deep breath. Fear of not knowing what to find on the other side made her heart pound in her chest, she felt sick to her stomach, but what really kept her from moving was a lump as big as Mount in her throat. Everest
When her eyes focused, she saw him. The source of the terrifying screams was a small man lying helplessly in a heap on the ground. Two much larger men in ski masks were soaring above him, holding what looked like crowbars.
They had beaten him openly, but he was worried they might have done much worse as he was no longer screaming in pain. He watched her lie there eerily motionless. Blood was pooling in his body from the wounds he received from the crowbars. He could see the bruises on his face in the form of boot marks. He was too scared to move.
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound echoed in the room. What was that?
Looking down, he realized that the sound was his camera hitting the concrete. At the moment of impact, the shutter was pressed and the flash went off, alerting the men of his presence.
He bent down and quickly picked it up and put it back in his bag. When he lifted his head, they were both looking at him. His hands were shaking even more, making it difficult for him to put the camera in his bag. He needed to get out of there, and he wasn't leaving his equipment behind.
Without thinking, he turned and ran, running in the direction he had come from and heading for the fence.
His feet were rumbling behind him, but he could barely hear it above his heart. His blood rumbled louder as the footsteps drew nearer.
Still, a set of footsteps sounded different. They looked lighter than the others, not making loud booting noises. This made him wonder, and when he turned his head to see why, he noticed that one of them was moving. It had moved. A modifier.
A wolf stood in his place, where the other man had once been, his long strides quickly shortening the distance between them.
When she saw him, she ran faster, straining herself until the sun was shining in her eyes. He finally managed to get out. He jumped into the chain links of the fence with the wolf after him.
He had no trouble meeting other girls as a child, and although many of these friendships persisted, he struggled to form new ones.
There was a never-ending list of men coming in every day trying to have pointless conversations with her. She had always wondered why the boy sitting alone under a tree in the shade looked like someone who needed to go and talk. But it never failed.
She wasn't trying to be rude, but she couldn't bear the thought of sitting around for an entire lunchtime chatting and accepting another date later, just to be just as polite, which she didn't want as much.
Instead, he focused on school and his photography. And not to get hurt again.
Plus, Jacob was just one of many encounters that day. He knew that if he changed his mind and wanted to join a group, he would have much better luck.
Alex had chosen to keep it to himself. After all, it was college, and if he started hanging out with people, parties would be involved.
Parties with men, men she tells herself to stay away from. It was all bad news. Staying away, hiding from the world was the easiest way to never get hurt.
His heart would never be broken again. He couldn't, especially not so soon.
He shook his head, trying to clear it. She needed to focus on going to class, so she started walking again.
She came to her last class of the day and sat in the back row, making sure she was alone. A few rows from Jacob himselfHe watched her sit in her seat.
When Alex saw Jacob sneak in, he felt bad for lying to him, but he knew it was for the best; He didn't need the distraction.
He sat and listened to the hour-long lecture, trying not to fall asleep on the boring topic his professor had chosen to teach today.
"Well, students, you're free to go," said the professor when he had finished. He took his books and walked out of the dormitory door.
She hurried to her room, still early and excited to begin her favorite part of the day. He had a new abandoned place he wanted to photograph, the old slaughterhouse. He loved to get lost in old buildings and their architecture. It sparked the imagination for new projects.
Her bright pink photographic bag lay in the corner at the foot of her twin bed, right where she had left it. Inside were lenses of different sizes, ensuring that he was prepared for whatever he was going to encounter.
Alex took in the scenery as he drove to the edge of town, enjoying how spaced out the houses were further from campus. It was late autumn, so the trees were leafless and according to him, this was the best time to take pictures.
She stepped outside with her bag thrown over her shoulder and noticed that a small area of the fence had fallen. He decided this would be the perfect place to come in, so he climbed the old rusty fence and the short retaining wall next to it.
Back on the floor, she unzipped her bag and grabbed her camera. He looked around, trying to find the perfect place to start, the one magical piece to spark his imagination.
She noticed him. The falling old bricks lit a light in his eyes that ignited his entire session. He lost himself in the photos he took, covering the rest of the world. Noise, stress, school. Everything is left.
Until a sharp scream pierced the air.
This brought him back to reality and froze, he began to hear another voice to indicate that he was not alone. If the screaming started again, he looked around, trying not to make a sound, to find the person who needed help.
He walked down a long, dark corridor and entered one of the rooms he thought might pinpoint the source of the scream. He grabbed the doorframe, paused, and took a deep breath. Fear of not knowing what to find on the other side made her heart pound in her chest, she felt sick to her stomach, but what really kept her from moving was a lump as big as Mount in her throat. Everest
When her eyes focused, she saw him. The source of the terrifying screams was a small man lying helplessly in a heap on the ground. Two much larger men in ski masks were soaring above him, holding what looked like crowbars.
They had beaten him openly, but he was worried they might have done much worse as he was no longer screaming in pain. He watched her lie there eerily motionless. Blood was pooling in his body from the wounds he received from the crowbars. He could see the bruises on his face in the form of boot marks. He was too scared to move.
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound echoed in the room. What was that?
Looking down, he realized that the sound was his camera hitting the concrete. At the moment of impact, the shutter was pressed and the flash went off, alerting the men of his presence.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone