• Today was supposed to be normal, but that was all shattered when that man entered the bus.

    His body language should have hinted that he wasn’t a normal passenger. He wore a long auburn over coat and a broad rimmed hat that shaded his eyes so I could tell what color they were. His eyes skimmed over everyone in the bus and landed on a Police officer that looked to be off duty. The officer must have returned the look because the man looked away and his eyes then landed on me. He didn’t seem to let down his guard as he walked back to the vacant seat next to me. His eyes flicked over me before he sat down and relaxed into the seat like he hadn’t had time to sit down in a long time.

    “Hey,” he smiled briefly and examined the bus again.

    “Um, what are you looking for?” I asked and followed his line of sight out the window and caught a glimpse of a man wearing all black that seemed to be very angry.

    “It’s none of your business.”

    “It was just a question. You don’t need to get so defensive.”

    As I settled back into the far corner of my seat, I slowly became aware of his eyes still being on me even though he was holding an ancient leather bound book with yellowed paged and faded print that looked like it would disintegrate if it was mishandled it that had to be ten times more interesting then me. “Can I help you?”

    “Probably not.” He turned his attention back to the book in his hands. “How good are you at sewing?”

    “Fairly good. Why do you ask?”

    “It’s important in my decision.”

    “What decision?” I pressed myself against the wall of the vehicle and made sure I had enough room so I could fight him off if it came to it.

    “Whether I save you or someone else.”

    “Save me from what? A robber or something?”

    “No, from the Warlock Council. They want to end the Human race once and for all and they’re starting with you.”

    “If this is a joke, you’re far from getting a laugh.”

    He rolled his shaded eyes and then made a grab at me. He caught me off guard and managed to grab hold of my wrist. I winced and a shocked gasp left me breathless for a couple of seconds while he hastily stood up as the last passenger sat down and hauled me back down the isle. A few people, including the cop and bus driver reached after me, but the man quickly yanked me out of their reach and pulled me off the bus. Tightening his grip a little more, he dragged me back into the bus station and into the thick crowd of people waiting for a new bus to board and leave for work or school or just going for a day out on the town.

    A few more people in the crowd reached after me, one woman managed to take hold of my hand for a few seconds before her husband parted us and reached for me himself, and failed.

    “Who are you? Where are you taking me?”

    “Shut up and go with it, I can’t tell you anything just yet.”

    “Why the hell not?” I try to kick his knee, but I miss and stumble into his side. He grunts and corrects me, pushing me back onto my feet and continues to run us through the station.

    “They’re watching.” He motions with his chin at the man in black I saw him eyeing earlier while we were on the bus. He was running parallel to us and seemed intent on keeping an eye on the two of us.

    “There’s only one though.”

    “The others are undoubtedly hidden and ready to jump us when given the chance. Keep moving.”

    “How do you know this?”

    “Later,” he growls and pulls me up closer to him.

    His grip tightens even more and my hand begins to turn a red-ish purple and grows cold like ice as my circulation is cut off. I let a yelp slip past my lips this time and I struggle against him again, but not even locking my knees and jerking my arm back slowed him down, it just made me stumble yet again.

    A low growl resonates from his throat as the black clad man eases closer to us and gives my kidnapper no choice but to push aside an elderly man and his grandson so we had a clear shot to the parking lot. Unfortunately, that chance was very fleet and was blocked off by the blue clad security officers that were determined to save me.

    “Damn,” he growls again and changes our direction so we are heading toward an automatic sliding door that was unguarded.

    “Why are you taking me?”

    “Because I need a Seamstress.”

    “What?”

    We pass through the door and continue on to a gorgeous red and silver motorcycle that was parked on the far end of the lot. The way it was designed made it so the riders had to lean forward to reach the handles and stretch their legs back a little to tuck their feet away so they would drag on the ground; it looked uncomfortable in short. The man in black was close behind, so close that I could almost see the veins popping out of his head and the determination in his deep brown eyes that looked at me from over the rim of his rectangular back shades.

    “Devarian, let the girl go,” the man barks and reaches out for me. Stretching back, my fingers barely scrape his palm before I’m jerked forward again. “We can get you a professional Seamstress. Not an amateur like this girl.”

    “This girl will suit me just fine,” The man named Devarian barks and pulls me in front of him as we draw nearer to the only motorcycle I’d seen in five years. “Get on.”

    “Huh?” He rolls his eyes and picks me up, tossing me into the very front of the seat while he climbed on behind me. “I can’t drive this contraption!”

    “You don’t have to. Lean forward and hold onto the handles.”

    It was awkward following his directions, but I did it anyway. My hand was numb now and I could just barely feel the handle on my palm as I seized it in a death grip. He places his hands on the handle bars on the outside of mine and revs the bike. A jet of dark grey smoke explodes from the exhaust as he releases the brakes and we launch forward. I could just barely make out a string of curses let out by the other man as we turn onto the virtually empty highway and speed down the empty road.