2 Where To Go

"Ma'am. Are you okay?" I heard someone say. "Can you get up?" I looked up to see a police officer standing over me and if I could have moved I would have ran but instead I just stayed lying down on the ground, pain flooding through my body. "Can you say something? Like your name." I think for a moment. My twin had called me something, now what was it? Oh yes I remember.

"My name is Atchaco." I croaked. Back idea to speak because it hurt like mad. I squealed as I leaned over, clutching my stomach. The officer looked shocked as he bent down in front of me and assessed how badly I was damaged. By the look on my face they could tell that it hurt me a lot, which it did, the pain was unimaginable but I could push through, I could ignore it, it would not be the first time for me to do so.

"I'm going to call an ambulance, okay so just hang in there." I clutched his hand before he could get to his radio and shake my head. The officer looks at me, confused. He doesn't know why I would tell him not to phone for help especially in the state I was in.

"No! I can't go to a hospital. That's what he will be expecting. He'll find me and he'll kill me if he does." The officer just looked at me.

"Ma'am that is not up to you. You have to go to hospital." He pointed to my chest, the red light growing dimmer. "And whoever this man is we can keep you safe from him, if you tell us his name." I hear sirens in the distance and I struggle to my feet. "Ma'am please sit back down. You're not well and we don't want to harm you any further." They say holding my shoulders back. I stare at him in anger, how dare he defy me. I have the power, the ability to do whatever I need to do, whenever I need to do it.

"Well that's up to you to harm me further." I look to see the ambulance driver and the doctor to come closer to me and then I turn back to the officer. "But I can't trust anyone right now." He looks at me but doesn't let me past. I try to get past him but he grabs me by the arm and holds it tight in his grip, his strong grip. Fury flows through my whole body, I am in control, this world I control with the tips of my fingers and the reach of my imagination.

"You do realise that I can kill all of you in mere seconds, right. You think holding my arm is going to stop me?"

"We know that you don't have what it takes to kill us. Also you may say that you can't trust anyone but you have to trust us. You need help and we can give it to you. They can make you better." He says pointing to the doctors. "And we can keep you safe." I look back at him and nod. Then he lets go of my arm and I try and run away from all of them but I don't get far before I fall down in agony.

Upon seeing this the doctors run over to my side and bend down, the slowly pick me up and walk me over to the gurney and place me down gently. As soon as I am in the ambulance the start me on some painkillers to being me pain down and when the believe that they can drive off without me screaming, they do. Then the driver goes to the front of the ambulance and we drive off I assume with a police escort from the officer I had met.

"Ms, what is your name?" The doctor asks me. I just look at them before rolling my eyes.

"Atchaco." They look at me for my full name. "Atchaco Catrina Cornwall. Daughter of Jemina Mary Cornwall and Sheriff Principal Serch Cornwall, may he rest in peace."

"Yes. Sorry for your loss. How did he die or do you not want to say."

"He was murdered right in front of me. Murdered by Albert Einstein."

"Oh. Okay now I am going to ask you some health questions okay and I need you to answer honestly, get that."

"Yes." I say as I roll my eyes at her. She asks me the basic questions like my allergies and background questions on my health. Before I know it we are at the hospital and I am wheeled out and then into a private room. I look around the room. It is very basic, just like the room I was in after my accident just with a nicer view of a forest. That's when I realise I have no idea where I am.

A little while later and a police officer comes into my room, he is smiling at me. "You must be Atchaco. Heard a lot about you." I just stare at him before trying to get up to walk away but find myself incapable. "My name is PC Perkins. I think you know my son, Arthur. You go to school with him, don't you?"

"I recognise the name, but if I go to school with him I can't really answer. Now what do you want? You got me to come here not that I had much choice. I was barely able to walk."

"We want to help you, Atchaco. You told me that someone was wanting to kill you, who? Is it the same man that killed your father? Albert is it?" He smiles as he walks closer to me and sits on the chair beside my bed.

"No, not him. His son, Andrew. He kidnapped me and when I woke up he stabbed me."

"But you're not entirely human, are you? How did the knife hurt you?" I look at him in shock. I never told anyone that I was stabbed by a knife and my body would make it hard for him to recognize it as a knife wound.

"How did you know about the knife? I never told anyone about the knife!" He looks at me, nervously and stupidly.

"A… a good guess." He mumbles in fear, backing away with every word even though he knows I can't get up. "Most people stab others with knives. Also the wound. It was clearly a knife wound that did it. Anyone could have known." I stare at him. Lies, all lies. I can't trust him, I can't trust anyone.

"He's right. I can't trust anyone. You're not here to help me. You're with him. You're not the good guys. You're with the bad guys. Well I will make sure that when all of this is over you will lose your job and so everyone else that has been helping you." He runs out of the room and out of sight. I just laugh but I also think about what I should do. Who could I trust.

Later

I am feeling a little better. I still have most of the pain but I am now able to walk. After the nurse comes in to check my vitals I get ready to leave. I can't stay here, especially when the officer who is 'protecting' me is not on my side but on the one of the men he says he is protecting me from. I lean over and turn down the volume of the monitor so when I unhook myself from it, it won't say that I have flatlined and need help. I get to the door and run towards the exit, still in a lot of pain I run outside and head towards the shops.

I just took some basic clothing. A high neck jumper and a pair of trackies. Then I go to the counter to pay, as I am walking up I get my purse out of my bra (I didn't want anyone to take it from me) and then wait for my turn to pay. At the counter I notice a pack of chewing gum, I pick up the pack of bubblegum flavoured ones and place it on the counter. As I walk forward I bow my head down so that no one could really see who I was not that they would notice me. The pain was really bad now but I really didn't want to go back so I muffled all the screams I couldn't stop. But the clerk noticed me rubbing my sore spot as she picked up my clothes to scan them before placing them into a plastic bag.

"Are you okay, ms." She asked in a nice sweet voice. "You seem like you are in pain." I look at her but don't lift my head.

"It's nothing I can't handle. Just bumped it that's all." I say as I smile while paying for my purchases. She looks suspiciously at me as I walk out of the store and walking towards the main road or a café. I was actually quite hungry. So, I changed my direction and headed towards McDonalds. I stopped outside of the store, I really didn't want to go in. In the end my hunger took over and I walked in, even if it was just to sit down and have a drink.

It was quite empty and nobody questioned the fact that I was in tattered clothes holding some clean ones in a bag. I hurriedly went into the bathroom and put the new ones on. It was very comfortable. Then I put my purse and phone (with ID) in my pocket and left to go and order some food. I kept looking around the shop, making sure no one questioned me as I went to the order station. It was one of those tough screen order stations.

"Hey, you." Someone says from beside me and I turn my head to look at them. "Why were your clothes all tattered when you came in."

"Does it matter?" I spit at them. It really isn't something I want to talk about. I touch my stomach again and rub it. The pain is getting much worse but I just have to ignore it. I can't go back, not when he is looking for me.

"Well you were looking like someone is chasing you, your clothes were tattered and you look like you are in immense pain. I think it does matter. Someone is after you. I just want to help." He kept smiling at me kindly. I turn my head back and order.

"I'm being chased and I don't know who to trust so I can't talk here. If we are to continue then we have to talk in private. I would talk to you but you're a stranger to me and like I said before. I cannot trust anyone right now."

"I don't know who is chasing you but I know what it is like to be chased by someone and therefore want to help. I will see you at the park." He says as he walks over and pays for my food. I look at him confused. "First rule about being chased: don't leave any traces of yourself." He smiles and sits down. I go and sit down at another table.