Not even saying goodbye to the old man, we were out of his house and sprinting down the country lane.
“Come on!” the woman shouted. My legs still hurt from my run earlier and running in general had never been a strong point for me – I could certainly remember that fact and more to the point, feel it.
Nightfall was heavily upon us with the moon as our only ally.
What are we running from?
Where are we going?
How has life suddenly taken a turn into a maze of complications?
The emotion adjoining the questions was upon me in seconds, like a drop of your stomach on a rollercoaster or when you feel like you trip in your sleep - a slight shock in the surge of a sadness, that was getting stronger, deleting the bliss that The Institute had bestowed.
We kept running until we were well out of sight of the stately home and using the full faculties of our eyes to see.
“Okay. I need some answers. What’s your name?” I said, freezing behind her and prompting her to stop and walk back a few paces toward me.
She smiled. It was beautiful smile, even devoured in the darkness we currently resided in.
“My name is Eden,” she said.
Something about the name suited her immediately. It was natural and she owned it like the beauty of her green eyes against her light brown skin.
“Well Eden,” I said. “I don’t mean to be rude here, but we are running in the middle of the night and as you can see, there is no one chasing us, so-”
“Chris,” she said. “Christopher Charles. Listen to me and listen well. If this company catches us again, they will kill us. No questions.”
Great, so you know me as well, I thought.
“Don’t mind me if I say, what the fuck?” I blurted feeling slightly guilty about the profanity in the face of such an attractive woman.
“Look, we have to get a plane and head to Spain,” she said.
“Spain? Why Spain?”
“Because there we’re going to find some answers.”
I rolled my eyes and just shook my head.