Original Fiction: Emergence of Malia Chapter 1
"I love you," he whispered. That's one of the things she loved about him… he wasn't afraid to say it first. He meant what he said, too; he had fallen completely and absolutely in love with her, she is his first love.
The leaves rustle around them as a breeze puffs bursts of wind. Fallen leaves cloak the bottom of the forest floor, blanketing the chilled earth from the growing effects of autumn. The sun peeks tauntingly from above the tree tops, hiding most of its entirety with the remaining leaves that were hanging on with their last efforts, but unfortunately, every good thing must come to an end.
“I love you too,” the girl giggled. She was intoxicated with him. Some said her infatuation was unhealthy, but she didn’t care. She knew it was more than that. It was love, and she embraced it with open arms. She was so happy to have him, they were meant to be, she knew it!
They sat there, fingers intertwined and lips slightly parted. He leaned forward and she met him half way. With their lips locked, an unnatural rustle of leaves pierced the peaceful air; the couple was too preoccupied to notice the disturbance.
A pair of eyes watched them, slightly miffed, but definitely not caring, the watcher thought. The only thing he cares about is what he is paid to do, he reasoned. Though everyone who knew of his infatuation with her knows differently, he would have done it anyway, for her.
That aside, he was being paid to do a job, he can’t let personal matters interfere, it’s not professional.
“Time to get to work,” he thought, as he triggered a really complicated distraction involving a nearby tree branch and a disgruntled pit bull.
Chaos erupted as the dog charged as planned. The chivalrous young beau cast his fair maiden aside while he assumed a protective stance between the malicious looking pit bull and her. The young maiden watched with horror as a strange figure snatched her by the arm and covered her mouth. She wouldn’t have screamed though, she saw this coming, so she didn’t struggle, just let herself be dragged as silent tears streamed down her face.
“I’m sorry,” were the words she whispered as she was guided away from her first and only love, she thought.