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I was having a feeling that I will not experience these tingles in my spine again, when his hands comes in contact with my skin.

Because my inner instinct tells me life will not be as normal for me as it is for other girls of my age.

"Does it hurt?" His voice breaks the train of my unpleasant thoughts. Thankfully.

"Uh..no. It's just a minor cut. How much can it hurt? Its not like I have been cut in deep by a kn--"
His hands come to cover my mouth to stop me in mid sentence.

"Don't say something like that. Ever. Again. Okay?"
This was the new Martin I have encountered recently. Authoritative Martin.

I nod timidly.

"Well..umm what else would you want to do now?"

I knew he wanted to make this like a date.

I could see the same fear of something unknown in his eyes after he extracted that pin out of my arm.

He wanted to make me happy.

Well the only thing that could make me happy was being in his arms.

He chuckled.

I looked at him and frowned.

"Well if thats what you want to do then lets go to my room. Shall we?"

I bit my lip at the realization of speaking the words in my thoughts out loud.

I should keep a check on myself next time.

He follows me behind and I open the door to his room.

A study table at one corner. Neatly stacked books. A bed at the wall adjacent to the window, but not near it.
A red coloured rug near the bed and curtains matching to it.

Let's see what can he do to make me happy.

"I'd like the bed to be near the window. I like nature near me. Can you shift the bed?" I asked him

"Ofcourse. Anything for you." He said that non chalantly but that left me staring at him, mouth agape.

He didn't notice that as he went to shift the bed.

Did he really care so much for me?

The true test for love us when difficult times call for you.

And an inner voice says that time is already coming soon.

He shifted the bed and called for me.

I jumped on the bed and scooted to the side towards the window while tucking myself under the duvet. I patted the spot next to me for him to sit down and looked out the window.

We decided on watching the movie Snow White And The Huntsman . As we had already filled our stomachs with the macaroni, we were watching the movie without food.

We cuddled inside the duvet, his warmth never leaving me cold. After sometime, I slowly crept my hand upto his under the duvet and intertwined our fingers.

Halfway through the movie Suzy popped her head in. We invited her with us and she joined us with extreme reluctance. She thought she was poking her nose in between but we finally made her agree.
She sat next to me on the single bed and we huddled together and watched the movie with popcorn.

Did I mention Suzy never fails to get food?

Throughout the movie Martin was creating circles on the back of my hand with his thumb unknowingly, which made me go blank for half of the movie.

Oh what wonders his touch creates.

It was almost 4 in the evening when we finished watching the movie and it was almost time. I had not even taken my medicines after lunch.

I could move around small distances without my crutches but not long. So I took my crutches I left at the door earlier and left for home. Martin offered to drop me home but I refused.

I did not want him to be in trouble because of me again.

As I left his house and crossed two blocks, a thought came to my mind.

Earlier when we were attacked the road was still and silent. Nobody who could offer help. This time, I will not take that risk.

I turned back a block and stepped into the daily market. The aroma of fresh mint and melons hit my nose. I purposely strode through the middle so that anybody following me--incase --would lose his lead.

The crutches did pose as a difficulty for me to walk smoothly but the danger in a quite street was much more than the difficulty with crutches.

I made my way through the crowd, glancing back in the clustered streets as my subconscious mind kept nagging at me that 'some one is following'.

As I pushed myself through the swarm of people, a vendor selling oranges caught my eye. Mom loved oranges.

I made my way through towards the vendors shop. Happiness filled my nerves and all the troublesome thoughts left my mind.

But this peace was short lived.

I was just 7-8 foots away from the shop as a ear bursting sound ricocheted through the whole market.
The ear bursting sound of a bullet-- in a place full of people.

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They were in the third grade when the teacher-- a strict one at that-- had given them an assignment to complete.

Martin had gone out for playing football immediately after the school, hence he couldn't complete the assignment.

It was that time when Clarissa had given her assignment to him and taken the punnishment of standing outside the class.

It was a meagre thing-- nevertheless he had seen how selfless she could be for the one's she loved.

That was exactly what happened today.

He could see the sparkle of hope in her eyes when he had asked to drop her home.

But she denied it.

And he very well knew why.
She did not want him to be harmed. Sure thing, telling no for the offer would have hurt him if he didn't know the reason.

The last time he had accompanied her home, they were attacked.

He hadn't cared about his pain-- not even a bit-- but what he cared about was taken away from him in front of his eyes.

He went back to his own room after retrieving the pin he had hid in a groove behind the cabinets in the kitchen.

He sat on the bed with a pin and magnifying glass.

He really didn't want to confirm his suspicion.

But there wasn't a way other than exploring.

He took a magnifying glass and checked the pin, facing the pointed side towards him.

There was a ridge in the pin, to stop it from penetrating much more in the flesh than needed. The pin needle was pointed and fine. Almost hairlike, so that it induces minimal pain. A small-- almost negligible hole lay there a few millimeters away, for the liquid inside the pin to spread in the victims body. Everything exactly the way it was before.

He pushed the thought away and focused more to find something to throw his suspicion away.

And there under the head of the pin, barely noticeable were two letters he dreaded to see-- had prayed not to see, carved in simple letters.

LC.

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People were stunned.

No body dared to move, don't know why.

It felt as if time had stopped.

Somebody may have lost a limb-- or worse-- a life, all because of me.

Well, the probability of it being because of me was obviously more.

A few seconds after the people in the stunned state gained senses, they started running and hence a havoc in the market was created.

People were freaking out and running to and fro, pushing me all around. I tried to regain balance but was pushed from behind and I stumbled into a wall.

A wall in the middle of the market?

Then it struck me and I instinctively pulled back. A wall of muscle and bone was what I stumbled upon.

He looked at me with pensive brown eyes--, the only part visible on his face.
He was wearing a black hooded jacket, hood on head, and his face was covered with a dark brownish black cloth, leaving only his eyes and a one centimetre oblique scar above his right eyebrow, for me to memorise.

The muscle under his right eye bunched, indicating he was grinning lopsidedly.

There was someone following me.

And he even fired someone to find me.
As if literally listening to my thoughts, he spoke.

"Don't worry. I just fired in the air. I don't gaurantee it the next time."
His voice was muffled beneath the cloth, but nevertheless it sent a chill down my spine.

It took all my strength to compose a calm and confident face on the outside. Exactly opposite of what was inside.

Without wasting another second, he handed me a packet which I glanced at-- a small plastic packet.

Before I could venture further into what content did the packet hold, the next of his words kept me staring at the packet, taking away all the confidence to look in his eyes.

He bent down, his lips almost brushing my ear, and whispered,

"Sent with regards from Mr. Deamonne."

And he disappeared in the crowd.

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He deeply looks at the carved letters again.
Thinking in case he is hallucinating or maybe those words will change if he will glare at them for long.

But no change occurs.
They are still there reminding him of the time, place, and of course, the person.

LC.

Logan Clarke.

Images rushed into his mind. Him working by his father-- rather learning from his father-- as he had invented this pin-- the Torpere-- as he named the pin or rather the device--for the very purpose of knocking a person unconscious with it.

But all this was five years ago.

How could the Rays have the stock of these till date?

It could not have been duplicated because he knew the Torperes they manufactured were totally exclusive. From the branding to the measurements, everything was the same.

So how could they have them saved till now? Untill Clarissa was...

No it cannot-should not be.

But as much as he denied the fact, deep down inside he knew that there was a possibility for it.

He had to talk to him. And soon.

He switched on his laptop and searched for the site.
"Crescent Ray Org."

He clicked on the site and searched for the helpline number and then he found one.
He did not waste a second in calling.

Atleast five to six rings went before someone picked it up.

"Hello, this is Crescent Ray, how may I help you?" The lady said all of it in just one breath.

" Uh, I would like to contact Mr. Raymond."

"I'm sorry sir but you cannot directly contact the Vice E.D. You need to have an appointment with him."

"But it's really very urgent and I need to contact him. Please."

"I am so sorry sir but that is against the protocol. I cannot do that. I can contact one of the assistant employees to the Vice. E.D. Should I? "

"Uh... you can contact and tell him, can't you? So tell Mr. Raymond that I know something about Clarissa Brown."

He said with unwavering confidence.

After a few minutes, a thick gruff voice of a male was heard by him

"Hello? Get straight to the point. What do you know about her?"

The same as he was before. Little did he know that on the other side of the line was his long lost best friend.

"Hi Jake. You still don't like being looped huh? Didn't I tell you practice--"

There was a long pause. And then--

"Is...is it you? Martin?....--" and then he took a deep breath followed by another long pause.

Martin, unable to take the silence but still knowing the inevitable, spoke.

"Yes it is me. Who do you think knows--"

And then.
The inevitable.
Jacob's signature outburst.

"MARTIN? Marty its you!! Where the hell were you all these years. Oh god are you safe? Is everything alright?"

Martin just smiled back at the memory of him being overprotective about everybody he cared for. He would always be there incase you need a rescue.

Be it a rescue from kidnappers or from a teacher going to punish you for breaking a classmate's pencil.

He would always be there. Jacob was always there.
His voice broke the train of his thoughts.

"Hey bro. Are you even listening? Are you spacing out again?"

He rolled his eyes at the way Jake knew him so well.

"Jake, there is something I need to ask you. I am sure she is on the top of your list. I won't risk speaking incase...you know. But is she....do you suspect it?"

Jacob sighed.

Martin had already suspected it.

"Yes. Yes we suspect that it is her."

Suspecting her to be that was something in Martin's mind. But listening to it from the Vice E.D. was something else altogether.

Things will change for her. And he has to make sure it changes for the better of her.

"Jacob? We need to talk."

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