Page 3 of Hunt Me
He curses, his voice firm and harsh and it sends a shiver bolting through me. Adrenaline setting my body on fire.
One step forward is his biggest mistake.
The added weight near the fallen brick causes the floor to groan, shifting as that too begins to crumble.
He scrambles to climb the boulder, but that only speeds up the cave in, and in seconds, the floor has fallen through into whatever is below.
What once was a simple concrete warehouse flooring is now a gaping hole into the sewerage system below the city.
I let out a shaky laugh counting my lucky fucking stars.
‘Thank you apocalypse Gods,’I say looking up to find the metal roofing of the building rather than the sky. I shrug, knowing that they are more of a vibe, rather than someone looking down on me from the clouds.
I’ve lost track of the amount of times I’ve somehow managed to land on my bloody feet — the lives of a cat run through my bones.
The adrenaline rush fires through me and I roll over onto my front, embracing the feline luck that runs within. Nothing hurts and that spurs my cockiness on further. I press my hands flat to the rubble and plant my feet firmly underneath me, standing and taking in the sight.
The hole is pretty big and looks stupid, just randomly gaping in the perfectly fine flooring surrounding it.
I bet that hurt like a bitch when he fell.
At least he was on top of the rock the last time I saw him.
I peek over the edge unable to keep my curiosity in check. Only I was right to look because kneeling in a puddle of shit is the huge masked man and even though all I can see are his eyes he seems pissed.
I stand above him looking directly down on him.
Maybe it's because I’ve flirted with death for as long as I can remember, or maybe it's because I’ve become numb to the thought of dying, but the adrenaline rushing me has me stepping even further to the edge of the hole.
I raise my chin looking down on him like the piece of shit he is and raise my middle finger to flip him off letting the words fall from my mouth before I can think twice.
‘You know you look like a little bitch.’
Chapter Two
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Ruaridh
That fall must have killed me because standing tall above me is a shimmering goddess with the sun beaming behind her as she looks down at me. I crane my neck backwards whilst pushing off the floor to stand, allowing her to see all of me. Fully exposed only for her.
A goddess assessing my worth, my sins and fuck am I ready to repent in any way she demands.
The pulsing in my chest drowns out the pinching pain in my knee. My heart pounding like a drum in my ears as I stand altogether still watching her.
The eyeholes in my mask frame her body perfectly. My fingers itch to peel it off and let her see me bare for who I really am.
We almost never take our masks off. Not when we’re outside of the stadium. It was part of the pact to keep our identities safe, so if something were to happen, something to change in the future, then we’d have that. We’d have ourselves protected.
Right now that agreement can be wiped clean from my memory if that is what this stunning woman demands.
Her plush lips are open, moving as she says something, but I don’t hear it. I only listen to her laugh and fuck the harmony to that laugh, it’s beautiful.
Little flowers dance around her like a song in the sunlight she is bathing in.
The rough callous of my palms snag at my t-shirt, the layers between my hand and my burning heart rough to touch.
Her shimmering eyes narrow as she bends towards me and I sigh with relief, beckoning her closer.
