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."