Panic was taking over my body as I wandered down the streets. How was I going to find my way out of here safely? I was shivering from the cool air hitting my bare skin. Where was Kyo when I needed him? Was he getting even more lost trying to find me? I hoped he was ok.
I turned the corner and looked at the signs. None of them were very familiar. As I continued down the street, I felt as though there were people watching me, I shuddered at the thought. I didn't need any trouble. Not now. With the unshakable feeling of being watched, I could feel the anxiety attack coming on.
Just then, I looked down the street and saw the last person I expected to see. Arata. I was still mad as hell about that kiss, but at least it was someone I knew, and he would hopefully be able to help me out of here. That is, if he was in a caring mood, which I never knew when that was.
"Arata!" I cried as I rushed over to his side. Relief was evident in my voice as I hurried towards him.
"Aaralyn," he looked shocked to see me, and after looking me up and down, he took in my appearance. "I never thought I'd see you running at me with relief in your voice. I figured you'd never want to talk to me again."
I gave him a pointed look, my fear forgotten for the moment. "I am still upset with you, but I need your help." I told him, shifting from one foot to the other, trying to get warm.
He raised an eyebrow. "You want my help?"
"Kyo and I got separated, and I don't know my way around down here. I'm lost, and I can't figure out how to get out. Please, just please help me get to the right street," I practically begged. There had to be something nice in him somewhere.
He sighed and started walking, pushing past me. When I didn't move, he glanced over his shoulder. "Are you just going to stand there and wait for something bad to happen to you, or are you going to come with me?"
I sighed and rushed after him. There was no way I was going to stay there. We didn't get very far when the guy I had seen from earlier, the one I didn't recognize, stepped out from an alley. He caught sight of me and rushed to my side.
"Aaralyn. What are you doing here?" he hissed at me.
I frowned at him, having no idea whom he was, nor did I know why he was pretending to know me. "How do you know my name?" I asked him, my brows furrowed.
"Quit playing games. If they find out you're here, they are going to kill you. You got to get out of here!" the guy told me. He was about my age. He was muscular and the epitome of a gang member.
"What are you talking about?" Was this guy a part of my past? Maybe he could help me. I was going to ask another question when Arata stepped in.
"Look, dude, I'm getting her out of here, so don't give us any trouble," Arata told him, grabbing my arm and pulling me away. I resisted, but he just pulled harder. "He's letting you go, so get out of here."
"Don't let them see you, Lyn!" he called after us when we were a ways away.
Lyn. I shooting headache bombarded my head at that moment and I dropped to my knees. I cried out as the pain intensified before calming back down. That man, I knew him. He was in my past. He was the only one who ever got away with calling me Lyn.
"What? What's going on?" Arata asked me, dropping to one knee to look at me.
"That guy!" I cried, looking back, but he was gone. "We have to go back!" I cried, getting up, but my legs were wobbly from the headache, yet.
"Are you crazy? He just gave you a huge warning. You better take it and run!" Arata told me.
"But, he knows about my past!" I shouted. "We've got to go back."
He shook his head. "That guy is long gone, and it didn't seem like he was willing to really talk to you. You can always come back later if you want to get killed, but you aren't doing it tonight."
I sighed and looked behind me as I was led out of the downtown area. I would come back. Alone if I had to.