Dangerously beautiful

Part One: Life as I know it is over - Four

"Max!" a beautiful young woman called out. A second time around she called for Max again, flicking her golden colored hair to one side. The tunnel was dark and wide. Sewage water was flowing ankle deep underneath her. Suddenly out of nowhere, the Max fallow appeared. He was my dangerously beautiful stranger.

"There you are," she greeted kindly as she gave him a hug. Politely he hugged back. As she dropped her arms from around his waist she almost immediately said in a little upset voice, "Max! Where have you been?" "Hiding," he said without any hesitation. "But why?" she asked much down-to-earth-like. "I might have done something. If father finds out it might even be the end of me," he answered in a chocolate coating kind of voice. The beautiful blond stared wide-eyed at him, but I could tell that she feared her unspoken question more than the fact to be exited for him. Still she sighed loudly and asked away. "What have you done?" a little disapproval hide in her eyes, I could see it, much too eagerly she continued with yet another question. "Or, what didn't you do?" he still kept his mouth shut.

I knew! I could tell she knew and what she said next confirmed it. "You did what?!" she exclaimed. "This can't be happening! We need to do something, and we need to do it now. Before it gets out of hand." He looked down at his hands and finally decided to say, "It's too late! We can't turn back the time to change what I've done. I should have never picked you up at school. That's how I could have ignored this," he paused for a moment, thinking of the best way to put what his about to say, and continued. "I can't try to explain it, it's weird. For some or other reason my smile invited her in. I should properly apologize for be inconsistent. The truth is I like way too much…" he was still busy explaining it to the girl with the golden hair, apparently his sister. When the tunnel got darker.

"Marcus Anthony Xavier!" an angry male voice sounded hollow in the tunnel. A man who still looked fresh in years appeared out of nowhere. "There's a rumor I've been hearing. I don't like it! When it comes to you there's no such thing as rumors." A second disapproval look caught my eye, but this time it formed across his father's face. The word anger doesn't begin to describe it. "Yes Father, the rumors are true." His eyes narrowed a little and then he spoke continuously. "Max, we can't just pack up and leave, you know that. The town's people would surely get suspicious."

To my surprise his facial expression softens a lot and so he continued more fatherly. "My son, you've been all alone for many years and you'll be alone if you don't choose a mate. She seems to change you, and I've noticed that she's not like any other girl. She sounds somewhat special." "But what if she decides differently? What if she runs away when she hears the truth?" The heartache in his voice made me want to cry. "No, you're looking at this all wrong. She've let you in! If she didn't have a slight idea who you truly are, she wouldn't have. That's just the way it is." She said with a smile that could make me fall in love with her too. "Oh yes, one more thing before I go! Your mother's properly wondering why I'm taking so long. You do seem to think a lot about what she thinks of you. Back to the point, if she's special like I think she's, we'll need to protect her. Once Lucifer finds out about the chosen one, she'll be in danger. You would need to keep her save…" and with a whoosh he was gone.

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I woke up with a jolt and found myself lying on the floor. I was covered in a cold sweet, vanes pounding against my scull. To make it all just a little worst; it felt like somebody threw something extremely heavy unto my chest. Like I've somehow broken a rib or two. Damn, it's hard to breathe! With the little courage I had left, I yelled as loud as I possibly could. Waking my parents. Dad stormed into my room. Panic flashed on his face. As gentle as he could he picked me up. With pain as excruciated as mine, I fainted. Somewhere in a state of unconsciousness I called out to him. I knew he was listening. He makes me anxious but for what reason I don't know.

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"What's wrong?" I could vividly hear how his sister's voice echoes through my mind. I could tell this is one of those dreams. Like the one I had before I've found myself lying on the ground, in pain. I could tell that I'm dreaming, though I'm nowhere to be seen. It feels like it's not even my dream. I followed her eyes and saw him there. There were nothing to read upon his face, it was as hollow as the night. His sister immediately knew that something was bothering him. "It's Gabi!" he exclaimed… Huh, is he talking about me? "Who's Gabi?" she started by asking but realize what an i***t she's for asking a question like that. "Sorry," she pardoned. "No, I'm sorry, but I do need to go! She's being admitted. She's very vulnerable at this moment!" Then suddenly without so much of a warning, he was gone. I could see how the world flash past him, like I'm on a merry-go-round. I could feel the cold air against my bare skin.

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I woke by the sound of the peep-peep of a monitor. Happy to see that I wasn't leash to the machine I'm hearing. The slight dripping noise to the left of me, hijacked my attention next. There was a rather thick needle, sticking from a vane, in my left arm. The end of the needle are attached to a long thin tube. Connected to the IV-Sack that's hanging from a pole.

Some people might get squeamish by the thought of IV-Sacks, needles, or the rusted smell of blood. Others might even get lunacy from the hospital's smell or even the fact that so many casualties had died in this ward. I don't particularly like hospitals, but at this very moment there's something off more interest luring in my brain.

First of all, how does Mr. Perfect knows her name? What's his name? Max! What rumors do they refer to? And last but not the least _ the chosen one! Who me? That just doesn't sound realistic. I have a lot of question for my beautiful stranger, and I intent to get some answers. Just as long as I don't lose myself in the process. I mean only a flash of his smile take my breath away. Only the icy blue color of his eyes give me the need to sit down, before my legs buckle under my weight. I have this urge to touch his perfectly marble skin. I might not be able to stop myself. To keep my hands to myself.

I could feel him, his getting closer and closer. Could it be? Is my dreams really base on reality? No way, it can't be! It's only the morphine talking. Now that I've noticed, I don't seem to have any pain. How much drugs did the doctor gave me? Because I swear I'm delusion. My dangerously beautiful stranger is walking through the open ward doors…. Sleep dust creep into my eyes. Mr. Sandman had brought me a dream, hopefully a real one this time. The drugs led me into a peaceful rest.