Part 2.

I decided to set off on foot, since I didn't really have any transportation options. I sure wasn't going to ask for help from the people in this town. I'm sure I'll just be ignored or pushed aside anyway. I wasn't worried about anything, I could fend for myself. The only thing I was worried about was that Alan would find out soon. I needed the time to find the stranger in the black coat, it wasn't like I could track him down in a day or two. I didn't see his face at all, only his eyes. His eyes seemed as if they could change in color, sometimes they were green flecked with gold, and sometimes they were a deep ocean blue flecked with green. Plus, I didn't even know where he went, he disappeared when I turned around. How was I going to find him?

I felt a rush of exhiliration, I've never been so dead set to find anything or anyone who wasn't included in a mission before. I wondered, why did this stranger have this effect on me? Is it because he saved my life? Or was it something else? I just knew that I needed to find him fast, and I couldn't do that with all these questions floating around in my mind. So, I just followed my gut. I stood in the vast open space, almost like a desert, and I spread my arms out and breathed deeply. I felt a tug to go south, so south it was. I didn't have much on me, I only had enough money for food. Shelter wasn't a problem as I was trained to be able to withstand the cold and heat, so that meant I could sleep in any condition and at any place. It was water that worried me, I could die of thirst out here. But I pushed the worries into the back of my mind and put on a strong face and carried on with my journey.

It surprised me when after only what felt like a two hour journey, I reached a city. The city was more modern and civilized than the town I left behind. There were certainly no killings and destruction. But I had a strange feeling that this city wasn't what it seemed. I concentrated in finding the stranger. I had this uncanny ability to sense a person's presence, that's why I'm the best in the business. I felt that he was near, I just needed to know where. As I walked, the feeling got stronger and stronger. It lead me into a quaint cafe where there were workers on their lunch break and teenagers coming in to have a chat with friends after a long  school day. That was when I saw him. He was in a dark corner on his own, sipping on a mug of hot coffee. I was pondering whether I should go up to him and confront him. Surely, he would recognize me. My curiosity got the better of me and I went up to him. I waited for him to look up at me, but he seemed to be satisfied with staring at the black liquid in the mug. I sighed and sat down on a chair opposite of him but he still didn't look up. I reached over and waved my hand in front of his face, that seemed to have caught his attention, as he looked up at once.

His face looked serene but I could see the surprise and recognition in his eyes. I was thinking about how I was going to ask him when he said, "What are you doing here?" Well, that was rude, considering I took the trouble to come all the way here to find him. I calmed myself and told him, "I was wondering why you saved my back there in that ghastly town. Also, I wanted to say thank you." I looked him in the eye as I said this. But he seemed to have no reaction whatsoever. His response was, "You looked like you needed the help, no thanks necessary. If that's all you came to say, I'm afraid you've wasted your time." Now, he was pissing me off, I just traveled two hours on foot for this guy, and all he could say was that I needed the help? What was his problem?! When I was about to open my mouth, I noticed that he took off his coat and that I could see his face clearly as he just took off his hat. I stared at his face with my mouth open, he was kind of beautiful, really. He had high cheekbones, a perfect nose, those bright eyes and a well shaped mouth. I noticed he had several scars though. One on his neck, a small one on his cheek and I'm pretty sure he had others hidden under his clothes as well.

I was a bit stricken at the time. He looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I was still here. Inside, I was honestly afraid of this person. Was he involved with bad people? Were there people after him? Questions again, always with the questions. Sometimes, I would have liked not to be this curious. My mind goes into overdrive when I find something I'm curious about. It annoys me sometimes. I was about to ask him his name and what was his purpose in this town, but I got cut off by a gun shot. I whipped up my head just in time to see a cloaked figure ducking behind the counter. It seemed as though he was aiming at us. Was the figure my enemy, or his? I don't know why, but I hoped it was mine.

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arghhh! suckish chapter ._. 

I feel like its all over the place @@

my story sucks lol xD