K.A.N.S chapter 3

The remainder of my day was a blur; all that happened was the average. Nothing else happened out of the ordinary today. Before I knew it, it was 3:30pm and my German teacher was telling the class to pack their bags to go home. As I turned right out of the corridor I saw a group of girls huddled in a big group blocking the whole corridor. This has never happened before because usually none of the girls care about most of the stuff that happens in this school so therefore he don’t get blocked hallways. I thought that whatever they were giggling about had to be important but then I found it more important to get home in time to do my maths homework. Then, as I pressed my back against the wall trying to squeeze past the girl giggling at the back of the group I managed to see what, or should I say who they were giggling at. Stood in the middle of the group was Dan. He looked different than when I first saw him. He had changed his jumper to a plain black one with a hood. He still had his slight spikes in his hair but I managed to see what colour it was now. He had nice light brown hair with aqua blue eyes. No wonder all the girls were all weird around him. Then as I came to my senses I remembered I had to go home and then walked away from the group of Dan’ girls. As I did I gave the group a quick look back and surprisingly I found Dan smiling at me whit his warm smile and his pink lip’s through the group. I couldn’t to anything but smile back at a smile like that, but soon the group of girls engulfed him again until I couldn’t see him anymore.
As I went to turn around again I bumped into someone. I look up and recognised the brown pony tails and the skirt with red paint splattered all over it. It was Chiara.
“Oh sorry Sophie!” she said with a slight rush in her voice
“hey, don’t worry about it, I was the one who wasn’t looking”
“ok then. I was looking for you anyway”
“what for?”
“I was going to ask you if you wanted to be a member of our basketball team”
“umm... I don’t know”
“oh please! We really need just one more member and I know you are really good at basketball”
“it depends. When do you need me?”
“Friday night, 5:30pm till 8:30pm. Its a game against other schools”
“What! I haven’t been to a single practice and you just asked me to play in a tournament” I said with surprise. Maybe a little too much surprise”
“Yep” she said trying to do puppy eyes even though she knows it doesn’t work on me
“Oh airtight then. B but you owe me one.”
“Yes!” she screeched out a bit loud “the team are going to be delighted” then she proceeded to the big group of girls. “Move out of the way!”She bellowed “dev is coming through” it didn’t make them move out of the way so instead she just pushed through waving her arms all around in a weird fashion.
Chiara is a nice girl but she can be a little strange sometimes. For example one day in R.E she was talking to a girl called Esme and later on she said that everyone had to call her the devil, or dev for short. No one knows what happened in that conversation but I can defiantly say that it was weird.

I walked out of the school gates and started to walk home. As I did I said bye to Adela and all of my other friends and crossed the road. I started to walk up the hill when I sensed someone behind me. It was my sixth sense again. As I looked around I saw no fashion sense guy walking up not too far behind me. As he is closer now, he seems a lot older. About 38 years old. I knew that if I stopped something bad was bound to happen so instead I just kept my head down and broke into a fast walk. I decided to not take the short route home, and take the scenic route instead to try and loose him in the park because I know my way round better that he did, I hoped. Then without warning I heard a clunk. I looked back and found my pencil case rolling down the pavement. I looked up to find no fashion sense guy staring at me with eyes of laughter.
“Hey. My names William” says no fashion sense guy
I just give him a wiry smile and start to back my way up the hill.
“Why are you so scared of me?” says William, even so it sounds like a rhetorical question.
“I'm not scared of you” I stammered back in my strongest voice.
“Something tells me you are” he says with a smirk
“Well... umm...” I try to find words but they seem to be hidden in the back of my mind.
“Something tells me you’ve met them” he said calmly but with a slight quiver of his top lip.
“Them?” I took a step closer out of curiosity
“Our boys. A right friendly bunch but can be quite harsh to strangers. But boys being boys they are a handful and a half and require a lot of looking after” he said with a chuckle on the end.
“Have you got the right person? I mean, I don’t know any boys like that” I wonder in the back of my mind whether he’s referring to Joe, Dan and that weird boy with the package outside my classroom widow.
“Oh you will. This time next week you will know all about them. Look forward till then. Bye” before I could say another word; he turned around and was walking back down the street and was crossing the road.
When the coast was clear I headed back down the path and stopped just in front of my pencil case and picked it up. I examined it for a while and then crouched down and unzipped my bag. I popped in my pencil case and zipped back up my bag. I stood up and saw a figure on the other side of the road. From the first look I could tell it was the same person who was outside my classroom window. He’s wearing the same sunglasses with the dark film as he did before and he is wearing a dark blue hat. I felt like walking up to him and asking what he is playing at but then I realize that it is probably for the best if I stay away. I stand there for a while just looking at him. He then tilts his chin up and looks into my eyes. He smiles at me and chuckles causing his chest to rise and fall. He then removes his hat and runs his fingers through his hair to push it back. His hair is a shimmery blonde colour. I don’t know whether it’s to do with the light but he seems to have slightly lighter ends to his hair. He then places his hat back on his head and walks away. My life is just become weirder and weirder by the second I thought.

After a while I found myself at the top of the hill. I could take the back route through the alley way which is the slightly quicker route. Or take the normal path alongside the road, but that route is slightly longer. I thought to myself for a little while and decided to take the alley way because I needed to get home as quick as I could and the events that has happened has slowed me down quite a bit. It’s now 5:27pm. Where did my day go? Everything seems to have just gone too fast. Then I remembered that the last time I took the back alley route there was a gang of boys and I just survived a near miss. Maybe it’s still too early for them I thought hopefully.

I stood at the entrance of the alley way. I took a deep breath and urged my legs to move. The alley way then started to curve until I couldn’t see the entrance anymore and then the path straightened out. I then started to hear talking. Then as I got closer it became louder. I thought I should carry on, only because it’s quicker than turning back. Then I turned a curve in the path and saw some light seeping onto the ground I looked up and saw the exit. But, to my horror I also saw a group of boys, about 16-18 years old sat on either side of the low walls each holding a can of drink in their hands. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t turn back because they’ve seen me. I decided to keep my head down and fast walked to the exit. Then I the corner of my eye I saw one of the boys nod to another and then he jumped off the wall and landed right in front of me blocking my path. I slowly looked up to see a shadowed face of a boy; he was roughly 17 years old, black hair, dark eyes and a black hooded jumper. Then all of the other boys jumped off and started to make a circle around me. Escape was impossible.
“Umm... excuse me” I said in a quiet uncertain voice.
The boys started to chuckle between themselves and then a boy who was behind me walked up to me so that he was directly in front of my face. He had Blonde hair, brown eyes and a slight moustache across his top lip. He looked older than the rest, maybe he was the leader or the one in charge of the group.
“so.” He said in a stern, hollow voice “you think we should just let you pass?” he was now looking deep into my eyes.
I didn’t say a word. I daren’t say a word.
“Do you think this alley way is free?” he said in the same tone whilst observing his surroundings.
I kept quiet. There seemed to be a block in the back of my throat making me unable to speak.
“Well, if you didn’t know already, you have to pay a price before you can leave” he said with slight smirk evident on his top lip. He was also looking around for approval from his mates who were all laughing and smiling with him.
“Umm... what’s the price?” I was surprised that I manage to find my voice even though it came out in stumbles of speech.
“Well, what have you got on you?” he said whilst exchanging glances with the boys surrounding me. Before I could say another word I felt my arms being held behind me and a hand held over my mouth.
“Now then boys, let’s see what she’s got” he then ripped my bag of my shoulders and dropped it on the ground. I heard the clunk of my lunchbox when it hit the ground. I struggled and tried to pull away from the grasp of the boys behind me, but it was no use; I wasn’t strong enough. The leader then zipped open my bag with brute force causing some of the stitching to come loose. I felt completely alone. I couldn’t do anything to help myself and all I could do was watch this group of thugs destroy my belongings.
“Oh, look here guys. Look what I’ve found” said the leader in a patronising voice whilst beckoning his mates over. He then held up a key ring. I strained my eyes to see what the picture was because I owned quite a few key rings, and then I saw the picture. My face dropped I disgust. It was the picture of my mother. It was the last key ring of her that I had. As soon as I saw the picture I began to struggle more. I couldn’t let them do anything bad to my mother.
I think the leader noticed how much I struggled when he held up my mother. “So, I'm guessing this is precious then?” he said in mocking voice whilst holding it under the few strands of light. I let out a few moans and a muffled scream. He then nodded at someone behind me and then I felt the hand over my mouth loosen and then it finally let go. I wanted to scream. To let people know I was here, but deep down I knew it was pointless.
“Don’t bother screaming for help. No one will come.” He said in a slightly softer voice. “So, how come this key ring is so special?” he said taking a step closer examining the key ring more closely.
“Um, it’s a picture of my mother” I said noticing that I was barely audible and spoke with a stammer.
“So?” he said with a screwed up face.
“Well... she’s dead” I said with uncertainty in my voice because wasn’t sure if I should tell him or not.
“Oh” he said with slight shock. “Well, didn’t she ever tell you not to carry valuables around little girl”
After hearing that I felt anger rise up in me, if only I was stronger I could have tackled him right now. I wanted to say so many things to him. Show him a piece of my mind, but I was afraid of the consequences.
“Pick on someone you own size Derek!” I turned around and found that boy with the dark sunglasses and black clothes stood leaning on the wall. I was so glad to see him. Although he was a strange character and I didn’t know him, I still felt a weird happiness surge over my body as I saw him leaning on the wall coming to save me.
“Umm... I wasn’t doing anything. Promise” responded the leader, or who I now know as Derek.
“Really?” said the boy with a raise of an eyebrow.
“Uh yeah honest” came the reply. I don’t know what it was but the group of boys seemed petrified of the sunglasses guy. Derek even had a slight shake in his hand which was holding my key ring.
“well I suggest you leave sophie alone, give her back her key ring, give her back her bag and give her some money to repair her stuff” he said in a cool yet stern voice.
How did he know my name? I’ve never talked to him before and he already knows my name and is saving my life.
Who is this guy?
“Uh yeah, sure” said Derek with a trembling voice and shaky hand. Derek then did as the sunglasses boy told him and he left three twenty pound notes behind and scurried of down alley way.
I was left there alone with sunglasses boy. It started to rain.
“are you ok?” the way he said it made him sound like he really cared, like he actually wanted to know.
I struggled to find the words but in the end I came out with “uh yeah I'm fine thanks”
“Here” he started to unzip his jacket and put it over my shoulders “this should keep you warm”
I looked up into his face. I couldn’t make out much of an appearance because of the sunglasses but I did notice that he had a nice big reassuring smile.
“Thanks” I said “but you don’t have to because you just saved my life and I don’t even know your name yet.” I gave him a wary but warm smile.
“Don’t mention it.” He said with an even warmer smile that made me feel tingly inside. “By the way, the names Taylor”
“Sophie” I replied “but you seem to already know that don’t you?” I don’t know why I said that and why I said it in such a tone but I did. I didn’t even know where I got all of my courage from.
He made a little smirk and said “time will tell”. He then put his arm around me and placed his hand on my opposite shoulder. “Here, I’ll walk you home” he gave me a smile and started to walk on forcing me to have to follow next to him.
I don’t know why I didn’t refuse; I don’t know what’s happening to me. It’s like just because Taylor is here, I can trust him with my heart. I didn’t like the feeling even thought it felt so right. As we turned the corner to get out of the alley way I had just noticed how dark it was. It must be really late. As we walked I noticed that Taylors arm was really heavy and he also had an unnatural strong grip on my shoulder. It seemed odd because he didn’t look like the sort of person who would be that strong even though he did have quite a few muscles dotted everywhere. That thought weighed on my mind the rest of the journey home and before I knew it we were outside my house without me needing to give him any directions. As soon as I noticed that the first thought that popped into my mind was that he was a stalker, but he seemed too young and handsome to be stalking a girl like me. He took his hand off my shoulder and released his grip. It felt like an enormous weight had been lifted of my shoulders. It also felt like I was under some sort of spell because I swear that in reality I wouldn’t have been a trusting to a stranger no matter how gorgeous they looked.
“Here we are then, do you want me to see you in” He said with his smile still present.
“No I will be fine thanks” I replied. But in reality I would have just ran inside and rang the police to say I had a stalker. I then turned to walk down the driveway totally forgetting that Taylors sweet smelling jumper was still around my shoulders when I stopped. I looked at my house. This was my house; but it seemed different. Then I noticed that the wall surrounding my house became more and more transparent. I stared a little longer until I could see the full contents of my house. Why was I able to do this? How was I able to do this? Why was it happening now? I thought that I would stare a little longer until I saw movement in the house. I cold chill was sent up my spine. Who or what was I my house? Then I saw the figure again. This time it was clearer, it looked human, male, big build and possible around 35 years old. I didn’t know what to do. Should I just enter and see if I was right and I do have power t see through stuff. But if I just enter I could possibly be putting myself in danger and jeopardising my life. The last time this happened I was right and it did end up coming true.
“Are you alright?” a wave of shock spread through my body until I realized it was only Taylor. I wanted to tell him about my powers, but I'm afraid he might think I'm crazy or weird. But then why would I care what he thinks, because after all he is just a weird trustworthy stalker.
“Umm...” I decided to tell him. “First of all I think I have powers which let me see through stuff. Please don’t think I'm weird but I think I am right. Second of all I just used this so called power and I think someone is inside my house” I said the whole thing as quickly as I could to try and make myself sound less weird or leave less room for questions but I don’t think it worked because I sound really stupid. But Taylor didn’t react the way in which I thought he would have. He just stood there with the most understanding face and looked as if he already knew all of this.
“We better check it out then” he grabbed my arm with an unbelievably strong grip causing me to wince in pain a little, but I just followed him as he raced down the driveway to the entrance of my house.
“On the count of three” he said and before I could say a word he had started to count “one” I took a deep breath in “two” I wondered what he was going to do “three!” he lifted up his foot and smashed it into my front door. Before I could protest about him just destroying my front door; he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. There were splinters on the door and the frame showed that remarkable force had been used. Once again Taylor had shown that he can be unnaturally strong. When he pulled me through the door I caught my arm on the door frame and a splinter caught on my shirt and caused a little puncture in my skin.
We burst into the living room and found all of my belongings spewed all over the floor. It looked like a bomb had just gone off. Then a dark figure casually walked into the living room after coming from the kitchen. He then turned and looked at us just as if he was expecting us to come.
“Ahh Sophie, so nice of you to join me.” he said in a cool yet sarcastic voice. I just looked at him like he was an alien from the planet Zorg.
“What do you want” demanded Taylor in a harsh voice.
“Who’s your friend Sophie?” he said with a smirk coming from his top lip.
“w-what are you doing here?” I managed to stammer out even though I was still in shock.
“Look around. What does it look like” he said
“Hey, knock it off” said Taylor whilst taking a stepping forward like he was going to strike.
“Or what?” said the figure
“Or I’ll do this” Taylor then ran forward, leaped and tackled the figure to the ground. They both reached out their hands and grabbed for each other’s throats. They both tossed and turned until Taylor got on top and managed to keep him there.
“See, this is what I would do” Said Taylor with a chuckle on the end. He then placed his hand tighter around the man’s throat. His face started to go purple because of the lack of air being able to get to his lungs. His face started to change colour and he tried to fight back but he lacked strength. He was going to kill him.
“Stop!” I ran forward and tried to prise his hands off of the man’s throat but they wouldn’t budge. The look of determination on Taylors face was freighting. “Stop, you’ll kill him!”
“That’s the plan” he replied without even taking a bit of concentration off of his victim.
“Can’t you find a more humane way of going around this?” I said with desperation and a slight tear. Taylor didn’t budge. “Please! I'm begging you!” I am now hugging his arm whilst trying to tug him away. Tears were now coming out of my eyes more rapidly now. I was crying on his arm now centimetres away from the face of the dying man. As my arms were classed round his I felt that his arm was really tense, not even a wobble was present. I closed my eyes and as I did I felt his arm become looser. I open my eyes to find the man spluttering for air and Taylor looking down at me. I looked up to his face and released my grasp on his arm. I sat up totally oblivious of the spluttering man next to me. I don’t know why but my eyes kept on shedding tears. Taylors hand then reached for my face. He wiped away my tear. His hand was warm against my cold skin. I felt the happiest I had ever been. I still don’t know why I am so trusting of him. But it still feels so right. A tear streams down my face but this time of happiness. Taylor then grasps my head between both of his soft warm hands and tilts my head down. He pulls me close and gives me a kiss on the forehead and says
“I'm sorry”