Love Guns or Nives?

Chase felt lonely. Arinn had left to go get some lunch, and he couldn't help but hope that she would come back quickly. The more that he had talked to her over the two hours she had been there, that more that he could tell that he was falling in love with her. Before she left they had been talking and he had asked why her eyes were different colors.

"Well actually," Arinn had said, sounding a little uncertain about telling him. "It sort of runs in the family, you know? All of the girls born in the family on my mothers side have had it. I got it from my mother, she got it from her grandmother through her father, and she got it from her mother. No one knows why our eyes are two different colors, just that it's in our genes." Chase had nodded his understanding, but somehow he found himself checking her out as she talked.

Arinn had a beautiful body. Curves in all the right places, soft skin, long slender legs, and a tiny belly. 'She's a knock-out.' Chase thought. 'And even better, she's a knock-out that wants me ta live with her.' Suddenly a very chilling thought crossed his mind. 'But who is she asking ta live with? Who am I?'

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"I'm back!" Arinn called as she entered Chase's room. "Did you miss me Chase?" She walked over to the chair by his bed and sat down. Chase was sitting up in bed, sort of staring off into space. "Chase?" Arinn said, panicking a little inside. She put her hand on his shoulder, and he turned his head to face her.

"Hey, Arinn... Let me ask ya somthing." Arinn didn't like the look on his face. It seemed...different than usual; Detached and cold.

"Sure Chase, ask me anything." she said, although she wasn't sure that she wanted to be asked whatever question was clouding his mind.

Chase sighed and closed his eyes. "Ya really don't have ta take me in, Arinn. I've caused ya too much trouble as is, and we don't know if I might cause ya even more. I could be a serial killer or something, and no one would know. I don't wanna remember everything only ta kill ya or something. Couldn't live with myself if I did that."

Arinn felt a tear escape one of her eyes. The tear wasn't because she was scared by what he had said, no, far from it. She was crying on his behalf, because he wouldn't. Arinn leapt up, hugged Chase around the shoulders, and cried. She felt his arms circle around hers in return. "Why are ya crying Arinn? Please don't cry..." Chase mumbled, sounding concerned. Arinn tried to answer him, but she couldn't.

After crying for five more minutes, Arinn finally spoke. "I just... You looked so sad, and I just couldn't help it. Chase, I do want you to stay with me, really I do. If I get hurt later because of it, well I don't care, just so long as you're safe." When she looked up at him he looked slightly confused.

"Why do ya care so much about me? Ya said yourself we ain't known each other before, so why?" Chase asked. "Do ya just pity me or somethin'?" Arinn was shocked. He thought she...pitied him?

She put her face right up to his, their lips only inches apart, and stared directly into his eyes. "No, I don't pity you, that isn't my reason for asking you to go home with me. I said that because I won't be able to stop worrying about you...or thinking about you... unless I know you're nearby." Chase looked like he was about to speak again, but he never got the chance to, because Arinn leaned in and pressed her mouth to his.

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Chase couldn't just ignore her kiss. He kissed her back even more passionately, probing his tongue against her lips, trying to get her to open her mouth. His hand wandered under her shirt to grab a bra-covered breast. Arinn gasped when he touched her, and he went in for the kill, sweeping his tongue over hers, and memorizing her taste.

Suddenly, his mind blanked out on him. All his surroundings seemed to fade into black, and he could no longer feel Arinn. A voice, barely above a whisper, spoke to him from his left. "He should of lived. If it weren't for you, he would be alive. You see why we have to kill you now, right? It's not me, it's the boss..." Chase turned to see a tall black man standing in front of him. He was in a warehouse somewhere, and light was streaming in through the windows.

Chase looked down to see that his hands were bound, and that he had no shoes on. He was standing on broken glass, but that wasn't what was scaring him. No, he was scared of what the other people surrounding him were going to do to him. All ten of them had eyes filled with blood lust and anger, except for the man who had just talked. That man looked at him with eyes filled with sympathy. A sudden 'Whack' echoed against the walls as a hammer just missed his head and hit a nearby crate. That sound was the starting gun for the mauling to begin, and he ran for his life.

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Arinn could tell something was wrong when Chase stopped kissing her. "Chase?" she said warily, pulling away. Chase's eyes were closed, and it seemed like he had passed out during their make-out session. "Oh, no...I hope I didn't hurt him or something." she whispered to herself, panic making her shake slightly. "Chase please, wake up!" Arinn said, now shaking him softly. She was just about to smack him when his eyes fluttered open.

"Oh, Chase. You had me worried as hell, never do that again, please..." Arinn whispered as she hugged Chase tightly in her arms. When he didn't answer her, she pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were wide, and it seemed that he was pale as a ghost. She could tell that he was scared shitless, but something in him was trying to hide it. "Chase... please, tell me what's wrong?" she pleaded, hoping that he wouldn't be too proud to tell her.

Chase seemed to pause a little before he took a calming breath, and then let it out. "I..." He began, his voice cracking. He turned his head away, closing his eyes before he began again. "I remembered how I was beaten... but I still don't know why. This one guy, it seemed like he knew me, kept saying thangs like 'If it weren't for you, he'd still be alive.' and 'It's not me who wants you dead, it's the boss.' Then they all came after me. My hands were tied, so I couldn' fight back, and they had bats and knives, and two of them even had guns. We both know how that ended, them tossing what they thought was my dead body by the side of the road."

Arinn was shocked. Chase seemed like he was going to cry more and more with every word he spoke, but it seemed like something in him just wouldn't let him. She wanted to comfort him so badly, but she didn't know what to do; She wasn't that experienced at this. Her need to help him grew as he spoke, until she was suddenly kissing him to make him stop. When she felt him start to respond to the kiss, she sighed. 'I know that he was hurt and all, but if he keeps looking like a kicked puppy, then I might just do something I could regret.'

When she hugged Chase again, and then got off his bed, Arinn could feel Chases gaze following after her. When she reached the door, she looked over her shoulder at him. She could see the slight heated look that still lingered in his eyes from their kiss, and almost wanted to rush back to him. Suddenly he frowned and asked "Why are ya leaving? Are ya mad at me or somethin'? Disgusted?" in a very hurt sounding tone.

'Oh hell...' Arinn thought, feeling really bad. 'He thinks I'm leaving 'cause of what happened just now...' Arinn walked back to Chase and kissed him once more. When they broke the kiss to breathe, she smiled at him. "I would never leave you over something like that. Didn't I already say that? The only way I'll ever leave you is if I'm dead first, and I don't die that easily." She winked at him before turning to leave again. "I was just going to go to the bathroom to freshen up. All this kissing is sorta messing with my make up."