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Chapter Three – The Big City: Part Two


October 7 –


Seriously, when am I going to wake up?

This has got to be a dream.

I can only hope it is.

What will I tell Jenny? I love that girl more than anything on this earth, and now I have betrayed her and had sex with Hannah. If only I could rewind time, and resist it. It’s just not fair, I had no chance. She lured me in with her attraction. I will just have to tell Jenny the truth; it’s the best thing to do. That is, if we even find Jenny. She could be anywhere in the world by now, what makes us think she’s in this city? Maybe it’s just a feeling, intuition that is telling me that. There are so many things going through my head right now, I’m surprised I haven’t already gone crazy. I will just have to keep myself together.


  “Mathew, I’m sorry I did that, it wasn’t right…” I heard Hannah’s voice beside me as I stared at her Black and white checkered ceiling.
  “It’s my fault. I should have said no.” I said as I sat up.
  “No, you couldn’t help it, it’s my pheromones, it’s like mind control to guys.”
  “Let’s just…try to pretend that it didn’t happen…I just…don’t know what to tell Jenny.”
  Hannah lowered her head as if she had forgotten about Jenny, and how much I loved her.
  “If there’s anything I can…” She paused, stood up, and walked across the room to her dresser mirror. “I have done enough, just leave, and forget about me. I have ruined your life enough.”
  “Hannah, you haven’t ruined my life. Losing my virginity wasn’t that big of a deal. I’ll get over it. I’m not going to just leave you now. I love you like a sister, Hannah.”
  I got up and put my pants on, and walked over to Hannah, who was still standing there with no clothes on, and put my arm around her shoulder.
  “Are we still friends?” She asked
  “Absolutely.” I said as I kissed her on the lips.
  Hannah smiled, and blushed a little, as she opened her dresser drawer and pulled out a custom-made, three cup, black bra and started putting it on.
  “So, do you really think that my penis doesn’t make me look like a freak?”

                        (What is it with her and these awkward questions?)

  “Not at all, it fits you, really. It’s not like a guy’s dick. It’s really small and feminine.”
  It really was small, only about four inches long and there’s not a hair down there. And, just to clear up any questions, she was neutered when she was four, when it became apparent that she was, indeed, a girl.
Hannah had gotten dressed, wearing a Grey tank top, tight blue jeans, and High-heeled, black boots. Her long, blonde hair was up in a ponytail with her bangs still partially covering her face.
  “So, what do you want to do now?” She asked as she turned around smiling. She was obviously in a much better mood than she was when we first met.
  “I don’t know, Tiffany still ha…” My words were interrupted by a loud, desperate scream from outside.
  “What the hell was that?” Hannah said as we ran to the door.
  Just as we opened the door, we saw Tiffany in the alleyway, against a wall, with a tall, dark figure holding a gun to her chest.
  “Please don’t shoot me!” She screamed as she cowered against the wall.
  “I am sorry, but my orders are to kill you.”
  “Noooo!!” I screamed as I jumped down off of the balcony, and hit the ground hard. Before I could stand up, a loud gunshot echoed through the alley. Tiffany’s body fell lifelessly to the ground and the dark figure shot up into the air and flew across the sky at the speed of sound. He wasn’t human, that’s for sure.
  I turned to see Hannah running towards me.
  “Hannah, stay there, I don’t want you to get hurt!” I yelled as I ran to Tiffany.
  When I got there, it seemed to be too late, but her eyes opened up and she clutched her chest, which was bleeding badly.
  “M…Mathew….I’m….going to…die” She said as she tried to sit up, but the pain was just too unbearable.
  “Shut up, we are going to get you to a hospital.” I said as I tried to lift her up.
  “Mathew….stop. I…am going …to die…the hospital can’t save me…..”
  I looked down and a tear formed in my eye.
  “Listen to me Mathew…..My bag...is in Hannah’s apartment… I want…you to take it…and get out of here… The police will be here soon…”
  “But I can’t just leave you here!” I said in desperation.
  “Go, now…” She said as she coughed and blood poured out of her mouth.
  All I did was nod as I stood up.
  “Mathew….remember this….” She said as she closed her eyes
  “Remember what?” I asked as I tried to bring back her consciousness
  She opened her mouth, and said her last words to me…
  “Your heart… will only… pump the blood… it wants to.”
  “What is that supposed to mean?”
  It was too late, Tiffany was dead. I stood up, took off my jacket, and covered her. Before I had any time to do anything, a bright light was shining in my eyes and a loud voice echoed through the alley. I suddenly saw flashing lights and heard police sirens.
  “Step away and get on the ground before we are forced to shoot.” Said one policeman over the loudspeaker.
  They thought it was me that killed her, and it seemed that there was no way out of it. I had to think fast. I jumped up and ran, I just kept running. The policemen opened fire, and bullets whizzed past me as I turned a corner. Before the policemen started chasing me, I ran up the stairs to Hannah’s apartment and ducked inside. Hannah was standing by the door with a scared look on her face.
  “She’s dead, Hannah…And the police think it was me…”
  Tears filled Hannah’s eyes and she put her head on my shoulder and cried. She was obviously more upset about this than I was.
  “Who the fuck did this, if I ever find them, I’ll kill their ass.” Said Hannah, angrily, as she turned around and leaned against her counter.
  “I don’t know, but I have to hide, because if the police find me, then It might as well have been me.”
  I suddenly had an idea. Tiffany told me to get her bag, which was sitting on the counter by the door. She mentioned to me before about the vials that contained alias DNA, and that they could change my appearance if I injected myself with them. This may be the time that I would need it. The police will be here any second. I would have to hurry.
  “Hannah, hand me Tiffany’s bag.”
  “What for?” She asked as she grabbed it off of the counter
  “I’ll need to use one of Tiffany’s DNA vials to change my appearance so the police won’t find me.”
  I sat down on the couch and opened the bag up to find about seven small vials, each labeled with a name, and a set of syringes. I randomly chose a vial that read ‘Cassandra’ and sat it on the table.
  “Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, is it reversible?” Hannah asked me
“I really wish I knew, but I don’t. All I know is that this is my only way to stay out of prison.”
  I selected a syringe and set it on the table beside the vial. I took a deep breath as I prepared myself for what was about to happen.
  “Hannah, you do it. Inject the DNA into my arm.”
  “But, I have never given someone a shot? What if I mess up?”
  “Just do it, and hurry.”
  Before I knew it, I felt the needle go into my arm. The small pain was nothing compared to what cam afterwards. My chest started to burn and sting like someone was stabbing me with a sharp knife. There was an even more intense pain in my groin area, and then pain flew over my whole body like a blanked of needles. I fell back on the couch and my vision got blurry. The last thing I remember was seeing Hannah’s worried face over me before my eyes closed and I went into a deep sleep.

To Be Continued…

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