Shiver - Chapter 3

The undefined white walls rose up high. No colour anywhere, extending across the walls and the small bed. Floodlights shown from every angle, every possible shadow gone.
Or so they thought.
I stood quietly on the bed, my hands cupped around each other. Eying the ball of shadow carefully, I waited for my moment to strike. They thought their wards would hold me in, but what did they know.
Another second passed as I stared, before the moment was more opportune. I let myself mix into the shadow, before moving into the room next to mine. This one was dark, with low oxygen supply.
I moved close to James quickly, who looked sick and depressed in his isolated state.
"We're going," I instructed, before passionately shoving my lips into his. He kissed back hastily, and I could tell he had missed me too. I took him into the shadow with me, before being expelling into a silent hall. I breathed heavily from working my powers in a placed filled with magical guards, and iron. How I despised iron, and it's handicapping properties. Each time I used my ability, it became more difficult to use it again.
Holding James' hand, I quickly sprinted down the hall, and then the next. Adrenaline coursed through our blood as we tasted slight freedom. We continued running, knowing one of these dreaded halls were bound to get us out of this hell-hole.
I finally turned down a hall that had an officer at the end. Through my shaggy hair I stared at him, and I could tell by his scared face and delayed response he was new.
Quickly I went up and shoved him against the wall, my forearm inching towards his neck. I quickly ripped off his lanyard for his ID, then reached to his belt for his gun.
Silently I sprinted off again, James right behind me, the guard on the floor in shock.
I turned and swerved down the halls, all almost identical. About to turn a corner, I checked behind me for James. I just caught sight of him, struggling while being dragged away, around a corner and out of sight.
I swore under my breath before sprinting after him and his captor. I turned the corner just to see James writhing on the floor, hugging his arm tightly. A man in complete black towered over him, a gun pointed at my lover.
I lifted the gun I held up to him, shaking only slightly. In response, he quickly mirrored my move.
"Take another step and I'll shoot," he threatened. My mind overtaken by adrenaline and arrogance, I took that step. A loud bang sounded, but the gun was pointed at James, and a pool of blood formed under his arm, spurting heavily.
After see him, I too fired a shot, not realizing what I was doing. A loud thump echoed as the guard fell to the ground, and I rant to James in concern.
Tears brimmed my eyes as I assisted James getting up. He obviously had other plans, and started rummaging through the guard's jacket on sturdy. Hastily going through with one hand, he finally stopped, holding out a map.
I was in awe at his thought process, still silent from actually taking another's life. He shoved the map at me, and I looked at if halfheartedly, only enough to find the exit. He stumbled getting up, and I assisted him automatically. Leaving the horrid weapon on the ground, we sprinted across the walkway, with a guide this time.
We easily found the exit, and burst out into the open fresh air, at a loading dock. I breathed in deeply, leaning against the wall.
"You're amazing," James praised, before coming up to kiss me vehemently. I stood still, unaffected by the shower of love and lust. The only thing that replayed in my mind was the dead guard on the floor.
"I killed a man," I murmured as he continued to kiss my face and neck.
His hands caressed my hair and chest before he responded. "Don't care- we're free," he told me, obviously glad to be out of the containment.
"Do you care about anything?" I accused him. He finally stopped moving, insulted. Looking in my eyes, he had a grave expression, tinted with scorn. I turned away from those seductive blue eyes, but his hands roughly forced me to look at him.
"I care about you," he told me finally, before kissing me on the lips. His move was passionate and caring, but final. I still couldn't handle love and stayed stationary.
"We're finally free of this fucked up place," he said in amazement, leaning his forehead against mind. "Have a normal life again," his voice spoke in awe, and lovingly grabbed my hand.
"You will..." I trailed off. He looked into my eyes but I diverted from his stare.
"We will," he corrected defiantly.
I sighed before giving in and looking into his gorgeous light blue eyes. "I killed someone, James," I explained. "I can't live with that.... Besides, Baltzer isn't a common name. Everywhere I go, everyone I meet, they'll know my name, and these people will be able to find me. It's not that bad being a refugee. It's bad being a murderer.
"I can't put you in that kind of danger." I pushed him away gently, before jogging off the on of the trucks on the dock. I hot-wired the vehicle with easy, and drove away quickly. Though I didn't look behind me, I could tell James was heart broken.