The Shift

The train has shrieked to a stop, I didn't even notice…until Connor pulled me out the door with ease and we continued to walk backwards while the security men stood at the entrance staring at us.

The head of security stood in front, his face completely red with anger, he was practically shaking and his eyes were dark red. With that look, he probably didn't care if there was a gun pointed to my neck, he would probably not mind killing me just to get to Connor but…I guess he didn't want to do it in front of so many people, the man has amazing control over his emotions, I have to commend him for that.

"No hard feelings Russo but this is what happens when you push me to the wall,"

I hear a few steps coming from behind me, like he was typing on his phone or a remote.

I hear the train horn…it sound so fucking loud, soon it starts to move, Russo was angry and his feet were practically on the edge ready to jump off yet he doesn't. Till the train starts moving faster and soon they're all out of sight.

I feel the gun drop from my neck, I hear Connor sigh behind me. He rests his chin on my shoulder and brings me closer to him.

"I owe you one Cara…" he whispers into my ear. I nod. He does, not that he just put me through any traumatic experience or shit like that but it took me a whole lot of will power to not turn around, collect the gun from his hand and shoot him.

"You do!" I tell him and it makes him chuckle.

"It will take quite a while to make it up to you, Cara…come," he takes a hold of my hand and we begin to walk together, going in the opposite direction of the train.

"Where are we going?" I ask as we walk on the rocky path, it made my legs ache but it felt nice to stretch them, to feel the winds on my face.

"You'll see…" Connor says, I stay silent after that and just follow behind him.

We walk for about ten minutes before we finally see sign of civilization, it was a small town just a few hours away from King's City.

'Green Italia' the rusted sign at the entrance read. Connor stopped walking and raise his head to look at the sign, his smile widened and I could see the excitement in his eyes…at least I was seeing something.

"We're here" he says, I return my gaze back to the sign and then to the town that had a few run down buildings and smoke coming out of almost every roof. It was colder here, almost like winter was near which is bullshit because we're in September.

"This used to be one of the most famous cities in the old world," Connor says with so much enthusiasm that I pretend to not know just so he would continue speaking. I love the way his lips move when he's speaking…I'm always distracted by it, I'm always imagining his lips doing other things…way more than talking.

"It used to be called Sicily but then after the countries were merged and divided it soon lost its name,"

The old world had changed almost a hundred years ago when all the leaders decided they wanted to stay under one ruler, I don't know what made them think it was a good idea when everyone wanted power and there was just too many leaders who wanted that seat so before the official election, a few of European and African leaders had already planned to assassinate almost ninety percent of the leaders…long story short, they succeeded and the election of course was cancelled and things went haywire after that.

Continents were merged and some were divided…bought, ruled by those in power…the old world used to have less smart technology but…they were happier and less run down and balanced.

"It was abandoned after the Shift but after that people came back and brought it to life, they called it The Green Italia because of how much trees and plants the city had and is still buried under,"

As Connor's feet moved, he spoke. Almost like he was quoting a history book but I knew it was already engrained into his brain.

I knew everything and more…I stayed silent, taking in the fact that considering just how happy he seemed talking about this place the only thing it means is that…

"You were born here," I didn't direct it as a question, I already knew I was right. He loved his home and knew everything…almost, about it.

He turns back to look at me, his brows slightly raised…he's surprised. I wait for him to speak but all he does is stare at me with those brown eyes, we have both stopped walking and now just standing in one place staring at each other.

It was like he knew what he doing, holding me in with those eyes. I am ninety percent sure that he does not know the effect he has on me but yet he does what he does over and over. Increasing my curiosity and need to know him more, to unravel the mystery that is Connor Timothy.

"I an glad you came with me Caramel, you have no idea how much," he says, his eyes show no emotion, almost like he's trying to suppress it, he's good…but it'll take me a few days to crack him I'm sure so till then I'll stick around and see just how glad my being with him makes him.

"That's nice..." I reply. He chuckles at my words, he shakes his head…his smile wide but his eyes never leaving mine.

"You need to be warmer Cara…" he grabs my hand and pulls me closer, his lips move closer to my ears. I feel the warmth of his breath on my skin and the tip of his tongue brushes against my earlobe. I suck in a breath at the sensation.

"I'll melt all of that ice in your heart…" his arms are around my waist pulling me impossibly closer "I can't wait to see what's behind that frost."

Goosebumps…

I shiver as his lips leave my ear, when he pulls away…he has a cocky smile on his face. His eyes roam across my skin then back into my eyes…at that moment I start to worry about the remaining ten percent…there is a chance that Timothy Connor knows what he's doing to me…he won't stop will he?