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Wishes: by @authorkay
Chapter Two: Old Enemies
Was it right to hang on to lost memories? Taryn wasn’t sure anymore. On the streets of a big city, where no one cared about anyone, she wiped away the tears, and got up off the sidewalk. When she was about to take her first step, a black-haired man, in a gray suit with a black tie and glasses, nudged past her, and she stumbled over, and fell. She didn’t even bother yelling. She just sat there, and soaked up reality. The reality that five people in black jumpsuits and ski masks were running towards her. She blinked. They were getting closer. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and opened them again. They were definitely coming for her, and the fact that they were in ski masks obviously meant they weren’t friendly. She thought fast. And ran. She would fight them, but that was a last resort. Anyways, she was outnumbered. So instead, she ran. Every once in a while, she looked behind her as she wove through pedestrians, parked cars, and alleyways.
“Sorry!” she yelled to a blonde woman in a yellow sundress and heels that she had pushed over. She looked behind her again, and saw only three of the people in black. She turned to the other side of the street. On the opposite sidewalk, the other two people were trying to cross the street, but the people behind her were too close. She looked in front of her. The streetlight was turning yellow. She looked at the opposite sidewalk again. They were crossing. Behind her. Still getting closer. In front of her. The light was about to turn red… She took a chance. The light turned. And she was already on the other side.
Taryn didn’t stop running until she reached a Mini-Mart that she could hide in. She wasn’t going to take any chances. She went inside, and watched out the window, until she saw them pass. As weird as cities were, the civilians didn’t even see them walk past the store. In ski masks! Seriously?! But they didn’t, and even though they were gone, she still stayed put, just in case they came back. “You gonna buy anythin’?” the man behind the counter said. Taryn turned to look at him. He looked about seventeen, and he was bald, a toothpick in his mouth. He wore a navy-blue apron over white pants, black sneakers, and a short-sleeved white t-shirt. “Oh, um, sorry! I was just looking around!” she said. He nodded, and asked, “What’s yer’ name, kid?” Taryn looked at him suspiciously. He stuttered, “Just curious. Ya’ don’t look like the kinda’ kid who’s got money in ‘er pockets!” Taryn looked down at her tattered dark-gray t-shirt, sporting a picture of a skull, and blue jean shorts, and sighed. “My name is Taryn…” she confessed. He smirked. She raised an eyebrow. “Just who we’re lookin’ fer’.” She opened her mouth in horror.
“We’ve been lookin’ fer’ you fer’ five years,” he said as he climbed over the desk, and slowly walked towards her. “That house fire was supposed to go down wid’ you in it, but when they taped it on da’ news, they only found the two bodies of Michelle and Harvey Alto. Parents o’ one Taryn Alto, who supposedly escaped.” Suddenly, adrenaline blasted through Taryn’s blood. They were the killers of the only family she had. Of her parents. She turned the tables, and advanced on him with bald fists. She took a swing at him, and he ducked. She tried another, and he grabbed her fist in his. She growled, and his eyes went wide. She twisted her body around, and so did he. “You,” she started. She tugged her fist from his and swiftly turned, kicking his back, causing him to topple over. “Killed.” He got back up, and attempted a punch to her stomach, but this time, she caught it and pulled him to her by the arm, punching his stomach instead. “My.” He did a drop-kick, but she jumped over it, and landed on his shoulders. “Parents!” She back-flipped off of him, and kicked his calf, and he doubled over. He looked up, and she was there. She smirked, and delivered a brisk uppercut. She watched his eyes close as he passed out. “Woah,” said a voice behind her.