Chapter Seven - Cory
It felt like a marching band was having practice in my skull as I came to. I squeezed my eyes shut in hopes of making it go away but it only made it worse. Groaning, I opened my eyes and came face to face with a musty hotel pillow. Confused, I sat up and pain shut down my side. I let out a slew of curse words as I grabbed my shoulder. There was a make shift bandage on it now and to my surprise, I was undressed down to my boxers. I was also in a very uncomfortable bed. Shifting, I slid my legs out from under the scratchy blanket that covered me and set my feet on the ugly carpeted floor. Standing, I felt a bit woozy for a second but it ebbed away after a minute.
Where was I? The last thing I remembered was running from Scorpio’s henchmen. My mind flashed to Henry and Alexz for a second but I forced them out of my head. It hurt too much to think about and I couldn’t bring myself to do it again. Looking around the room, I saw a mass laying on the ground covered in a blanket. Red hair stuck out from under the blanket and on the stained pillow. The sight of the red hair jogged my memory and the events after Alexz and Henry came back to me. The girl had the crystal. We were in her hotel room. She must have also been the one who bandaged me up.
On the corner of the dresser, I saw my clothes. Stepping over her, I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on. They were clean now, Henry’s blood no longer soaked into the denim. I tried to slip my t-shirt on but the pain in my shoulder was powerful. I swore under my breath and I slammed it onto the bed. Her form stirred from my outburst. I froze, hoping she would fall back to sleep. She stilled a few seconds later. Grabbing my shirt, I bit my lip and pulled it on. The pain was sharp but I ignored it as I pulled the cotton cloth over my stomach. I found my boots next to the dresser and shoved my feet in them. Slipping my arms into the sleeves of my leather jacket, I stepped over her again. Scooping up my belongings, I put them in the pockets they belonged in. I didn’t know where my gun had ended up, unsure of where it had landed in our struggle. At this point, I didn’t care. I had to get that crystal and get the hell out of here before Scorpio and his goons find out where we were.
As lightly as I could, I stepped over her sleeping form again. She was asleep, her porcelain like face at peace. Bending down, I noticed that the crystal was resting in the middle of her chest, nestled in her cleavage. Slowly, I reached forward and grabbed the chain it was connected to. I stilled for a moment, waiting for her to wake. When she didn’t move, I carefully pulled on the chain. It moved, revealing the clasp under her hair. Holding my breath, I put the clasp between my thumb and my pointer finger.
“Drop it.” She said, startling me. Her eyes slowly opened and they settled on my face with a hard expression.
“I need this.” I said, moving my thumb to the lever on the clasp. Under the blanket, her hand moved. Pulling it out, she revealed my gun. Switching the safety off, she pointed it at me.
“I said drop it.” She repeated, propping herself up on her elbow. The blanket moved as she shifted, revealing that she was wearing a black camisole. I let go of the necklace and leaned back on the heels of my boots. “Doesn’t feel nice having a gun pointed at you, now does it?” She asked.
“I don’t have time for this. Please. I’m sorry about last night but we are both going to be dead if I don’t get that crystal from you and get the hell out of town.”
“You aren’t going anywhere until you tell me what the hell it is, who the hell you are and what the hell is going on around here. I’m not stupid. All that weird weather happened last night the same time you showed up with this thing. It controls the weather, right?” Sighing, I nodded. There was no point in hiding it now. She already knew too much as it was. She’d never be safe now.
“It’s called the Perineum Crystal. It can harbor the energy in a person to control the weather in the surrounding atmosphere. It’s extremely powerful and can be deadly if it falls into the wrong hands. The people chasing us last night happen to work for a guy who is he definition of the wrong hands. He wants the crystal so he can destroy Sea Harbor and any other place that stands in his way. If I don’t get the crystal out of here, he’s going to find us and succeed with his plan.”
“If it can control the weather, why can’t you just make a tornado land on his head or something?” she asked, sitting up, the gun was still pointed at me.
“It doesn’t work like that. Only certain people with the right genetic make-up can control it. I’m not quite sure of the science of it. All I know is that it’s dangerous and I need to get it the fuck out of here. You are wasting time.”
“Oh! Well pardon me! You’re welcome by the way for saving your life. You were practically bleeding to death on my damn floor.” She snapped. Annoyance radiated off of the both of us now.
“I wouldn’t have been shot or even have been here if you had just given me the damn thing to begin with. You don’t want to get mixed up in all of this. Believe me. Scorpio isn’t a guy you want on your tail.” Her look of irritation changed to one of shock.
“Scorpio Marrero is the man looking for this?” She asked. I nodded, looking at her confused. Still pointing the gun at me, she slid out of her blanket and to her feet. “Are you going to try and kill him?”
“Yes. How do you know him?” I asked, standing as well. She shook her head, biting her lip.
“I knew his daughter growing up. It’s not important now. What is important is that I didn’t want to get involved in all this but I am now. You don’t think that they won’t be looking for me after all of what happened yesterday? I’m not that dumb. I’m going to help you get out of town but then you need to promise you are never going to come back here. With you gone, he’ll have no choice but to leave as well.”
“With the crystal?” I asked, slightly confused. She nodded.
“Yes. When you leave, I’ll give it to you. I’m going to put this gun down but you need to promise me that you aren’t going to use it on me. I give you my word I will give it and the crystal to you when you leave but only if you give me yours that you won’t try to pull a fast one.”
“I give you my word.” I said, nodding. Biting her lip, she lowered the gun slowly. Putting the safety on, she set it on the bed. As she raised her hand from it, I moved. I went to reach for it but she swiftly elbowed me in the throat, cutting off my air supply. Winded, I landed on my back gasping for air. When I landed, my injured shoulder took a hit as well that knocked the rest of the air from me.
“So obviously, I can’t trust a damn thing you say.” She said, grabbing the gun again. Carrying it over towards the bathroom, she opened the door and disappeared inside. Catching my breath, I massaged my Adam’s apple to soothe the pain that consumed it. I had never been taken down by someone so fast and she had done so twice now in the past twelve hours. Who the hell was this girl?
I managed to get back to my feet when she returned from the bathroom now dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I noticed her eyes were an emerald green color I had never seen before. My gun was nowhere to be seen and the crystal was resting under her shirt like the night before.
“How’s your throat?” She asked, scooping her cell phone off the dresser and into her back pocket. She had a slender figure that fitted her well for her build. She was about three inches shorter than me but from the past two physical experiences I’ve had with her, I knew it did not hinder her what so ever.
“It’s fine. Where did you learn to fight like that?” I asked, running a hand through my short hair.
“Don’t worry about it. Don’t try to be my friend now, either. I’m going to get you to the bus stop so you can get the hell out of here.” Bending over, she pulled the bottom dresser drawer out and fished around for a second. She tucked something in her front pocket before standing straight up, pushing the drawer shut with her toes. She turned back to me, holding out two hundred-dollar bills. “You’ll need this. It’s enough to get anywhere you need to go on the east coast. I suggest heading somewhere cold. Scorpio doesn’t like any where he can’t get a tan on a weekly basis.” I took the money, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Did you spend a lot of time at his house growing up?” I asked. She let out a little snort and nodded, turning towards the chair in the corner of the room where her coat was hung up.
“You could say that.” She pulled her coat on then her backpack, the black bag hanging off her shoulders.
“Where’s my gun?”
“Gone. It’s probably half way to the dump by now. I tossed it out the window into the dumpster and the dump truck emptied it.”
“Are you serious?!” I exclaimed, anger filling my chest. “That was my only weapon I have to defend us!”
“Once you are out of town, you can get a new one. I’m sure a CIA agent won’t have trouble doing that.” She said coolly, shooting me a glare. She must have gone through my things when I was passed out. I didn’t blame her. I would have done the same thing. Walking over to the door, she put her hand on the doorknob and looked at me with an expectant expression. “Let’s go.”