Chapter Six- Stalking
It took two days of running with little or no rest, but I'm back!
I KNOW this is where I had left Shayne, so where is he?
I look around desperately as if he is hiding.
He SAVED me. I see that now. I owe him big time.
I look up at the early morning sky. And see something that makes my breath catch.
I take off running as I see the black smoke over a kind of cliff thing. Black smoke mostly means big fire.
Wind picks up and sand is blown into my face after ten minutes of running. I look down to avoid getting sand in my eyes and notice something.
Two sets of footprints, but then one turns into a long trail, as if someone had been dragged, but then they turn into two sets of footprints again.
And they're going the same way I'm going.
I follow these for a few minutes.
Where's Shayne? If he's in trouble, it's my fault! He'd been trying to help me and how did I repay him, by throwing it back in his face? He's not Grey but he can't help that! He did try to attack Grey but he has also saved me. Maybe...maybe he thought Grey was my enemy. I thought Shayne was my enemy from the moment I saw him.
He's dedicated anyway. If he did know me. I feel the wind blow me off my feet as it comes in a sudden, unexpected, full-force gust. I land on my back and lay where I am. Inside my head, it feels as if I have struck a match.
"D'you want to go back in?" Shayne asks me. He has thrown an arm up to protect his face as we push through the wind.
"Nope," I reply. He's not getting me to go back in now, not after this. The wind had picked up to a strong gust and things were flying everywhere.
"Gilia, it's ok, I don't care. I'm used to it," Shayne reassures me.
"You shouldn't be!" I inform him, getting sand in my mouth as I open it.
It was absolutely horrible, how I had found Shayne.
The wind had started but I went down into the main part of the Tribe anyway. Me and Shayne had planned a walk and I didn't want to leave him standing there like an idiot. We decided to meet at the monument, and I guess Shayne had still been there when that little group of idiots showed up.
There are about six other children that are relatively close to mine and Shaynes age, so they have took it upon themselves to torment Shayne. Shayne could easily beat anyone senseless, he just won't. I don't understand why not.
When I reached the monument, I'd seen Shayne there, tied to it, and the group of jerks were using the wind as an aid to their little plot.
One of them was on a pile of bricks, dropping pottery into the path of the wind, which then smashed into Shayne. It wasn't that bad until the kid decided to find glass to smash into Shayne. When I got to him, he had a glass cup and he positioned it high so it would land in Shaynes face. He'd let the glass go, it was carried along by the mad wind but lost height as it went. The kid knew this would happen though, so he positioned it impossibly high to make sure it hit Shayne right. As soon as he let it go I'd charged at the group and threw punches at the five other kids who were handing stuff to the boy on the bricks. I'd been pulling at some girls hair when I heard Shayne cry out and I looked over to see his face bloody as some of the glass stuck in his flesh. I tossed the girl to the side and rounded on the boy who had directed the glass at Shayne.
"What is your problem you little disease?" I had shouted at him. The boy jumped off the bricks and fled. I ran over to Shayne and untied him. He'd pulled out the glass and I thought I'd be sick. The only thing I could think was how lucky he was it didn't go in his eyes. I'd helped Shayne clean his face up and then I'd dragged him along as I went after the final kid.
"Gilia, please leave it!" Shayne tells me.
"No! We will find him and YOU will make him pay. I beat up five other kids for you!"
I'm still dragging Shayne as I have my head ducked and my arms up. Shayne is bleeding again, I can see it.
Why is he treated like he's a disease or a plague or a rat or something no one likes?
We get to the door of the house of the boy who ran. I push Shayne round the side and knock gently on the door.
A well-fed, middle-aged woman opens the door.
"Hello Gilia! Is there a problem? Did that boy touch you, that Shayne one?" she demands in an angry voice.
"No I just want to know if....Toby is in," I ask sweetly as I figure out which kid he is.
"Of course dearie," she says sweetly, "TOBY! What have you done? The Tribeheads girl is here!" the woman bellows.
"Please mum, make her go!" I hear a faint voice say.
"You get here now boy," the woman says sternly. A second later Toby appears with his shoulders hunched, looking down at the ground.
"You wouldn't mind if I took him to my house, would you? My dad wants to see him," I make up.
"Make sure he gets a good telling off for whatever he did," Tobys mother replies.
"Oh, I will."
The door closes, I grab Toby's arm before he can run.
"Lemme go!" he wails.
"Shayne," I whisper. Shayne emerges from behind the hut.
"I'm sorry!" Toby says looking at me.
"Wrong one," I reply.
"I ain't saying sorry to him! My mum said for me to never make him think he's right! She said for me to chuck a big 'ol stone at him if he ever passes me by!"
"That doesn't make it right! You could've blinded him!" I say as I pull him down a small alley. No one will see us there.
I push him against the wall and hit him hard. If Shayne won't get his revenge, I'll do it for him.
I hit the boy over and over and he has a bruise forming on his face and blood running from his forehead. Toby is crouched against the wall and Shayne stands behind me like an awkward guest at a party. I step back from Toby.
"Shayne, hit him, kick him, do something!" I demand.
Shayne steps forward and looks down at the boy. Then he gives him the tiniest little nudge with his foot.
"Shayne!" I say.
Shayne looks at me like I asked him to stab someone. He sighs and kicks the boy properly, sending him sprawling across the alley. Then he smiles at me.
"That felt good. No one will know?" Shayne asks.
Shayne goes over to Toby, pulls him up with one hand and hits him in the face with the other. Then he keeps doing this over and over.
"Don't kill me!" Toby begs.
"Say sorry," I tell Toby as I approach him.
"I ain't ever saying sorry to him. He's dirt and so are you!" Says Toby. Then he spits at me. Shayne looks enraged and he throws the boy at the wall, hard, and kicks him when he's down. Then Shayne crouches down in front of the boy.
"Leave, don't tell anyone what happened. You even TOUCH Gilia again and I will make you pay!" Shayne growls. Toby gets up and runs, crying as he goes.
"I don't care if you're the Tribeheads girl. You're more dirt then he is!" Toby shouts as he runs. Shayne looks so mad, as if he'll go after Toby.
"Don't. They've been annoying you for to long, they won't do anything to me," I tell Shayne. Then we head back out into the wind. We are going up the hill to my house when I am blown over and I land on Shayne.
We laugh, and Shayne pulls me up and walks me to the door.
"This is still your home in the day. My dad told me to tell you that. Want to go into your house?" I say with a smirk.
"Sure," Shayne says, trailing in behind me, still looking enraged.
He's a ticking time bomb and I don't want to be around when he blows.
The wind has passed. That memory lasted for hours. It's now noon! But the wind has gone and I see a small Tribe in front of me.
And it's on fire.
"Get everyone out! No, not the boy! Leave him!" I hear a voice shout. Coming from inside the Tribe is screaming.
I'm guessing this is Guardian. Therefore the boy is Shayne.
Shayne is trapped in a burning Tribe. I take a step back.
Do I help him or do I leave?
I then hear a noise like an explosion and the flames grow larger. The screams stop.
Is everyone in there dead?
Do I check or do I leave?
Does Shayne mean enough to me, the weird boy who was stalking me who I just met. Does he mean enough to me for me to go into a burning Tribe to try and save him.
I know the answer as I take another step back.