Keeping The Pace

The idiot grabs me by the arms and moves me aside violently, making me drop my bags and causing my groceries to fall to the damn ground full of used needles, but I have no way to fight him because he’s too strong.

“I’m in the same predicament as last time,” he says breathlessly, with worried eyes, “I need you to send them away, to the opposite side of me.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m not actually your personal ass-saver!” I growl and want to keep complaining because his stupid ass ruined my groceries, but he puts a dirty hand over my mouth to shut me up.

“Fucking obey me!” he growls, making me shut up immediately because I’m not stupid. That was not a nice command… quite the opposite, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have spoken like that. But…”

His head moves as if he’s listening to something I can’t hear, and he suddenly lets go of me to run towards the crackheads.

Without even thinking twice, he throws himself at the five bodies sleeping together, falling right in the middle. He steals the blanket from the one next to him to cover himself.

“What the hell is going on?” I ask out loud, then I look down. My tomatoes, onions, oranges, and kiwis are still rolling downhill. The yogurt I bought is spilled over the concrete and my six-pack of favorite beers, of course, is no more.

“Are you sure he went this way?” someone asks, approaching the alley. These people are not running.

“Yes! I saw him. it was definitely him!” another guy growls and when I look up, my legs start to shake once again.

My God, what the hell?! These two guys are also very clearly werewolves.

Two of them.

Oh, no. Now they’re looking directly at me. Now I can’t throw myself on a crackhead and hide like Lion.

“Let’s ask that woman,” one of them murmurs, and then they head towards me.

I think I’m going to pee myself… would that be a good defense mechanism against them? I heard they have superpowers like an incredible sense of smell. Maybe my smell will make them go away. But paralyzed by fear, I can’t do anything but stare at them.

They look different from the ones from yesterday. More… important. Powerful. I don’t know, but I almost want to make a stupid bow like the one Lion gave me the other day, especially when their eyes are on me.​

Both of them are incredibly tall; one of them is even taller than Lion. Their muscles are out of this world. The taller one is wearing a black shirt that looks like it’s about to explode from his huge arms. His hair is as black as the night, his small eyes are a light green and his eyebrows are angular and angry.

“Hey, you,” he says, with the deepest voice I’ve ever heard. “Have you seen anyone around here? Someone who… looks like me, but shorter, skinnier, and more stupid?”

To be honest, he does look a little like Lion, except bigger and meaner. This guy is the evil version of Lion.

“Jace,” the other one snaps, as if scolding him, “Don’t overshare.”

“Please, overshare. I think I saw him,” I dare to speak because I have no other choice but to help the vermin once more, “What did he do?”

The two guys look at each other before looking back at me.

“He stole something,” one replies without giving many details, “Where is he?”

“He was running exactly like a vermin who just stole something. He pushed me aside and made me drop everything!” I complain and point to my groceries on the ground. The two guys look down. The taller one, Jace, just raises one of his evil eyebrows at me as if he’s unimpressed, “Then he kept running like the devil himself that way. Disappeared in less than a second.”

The guys share another look and just nod at me before heading in the direction I pointed. They still aren’t running. They’re talking in low tones, maybe arguing.

“When you find him, send him back here! He owes me for what he destroyed!” I yell, just so Lion knows I’m not letting this go.

The taller guy turns to look at me and scoffs.

“Sure,” he mutters in a completely mocking tone, and I frown at his broad back. I want to yell something rude at him, but I don’t want to die today, so I just stand there, watching until the two guys disappear.

A couple of minutes later once it’s sure they’re gone, I pick up one of the cucumbers that didn’t roll downhill and I chuck it directly at Lion’s lump.

“They’re gone, you filthy fucking vermin,” I growl. Lion slowly lifts his head and peeks one of his stupid green eyes out. When he sees I’m telling the truth, he throws the blanket away from him and takes a deep breath as if he had been holding it in. “That’s what you get.”