A monster. Betrayed, hunted, squeezing red ragged rips, running, can't kill it can't kill it can't kill it.
The fear cracked into Chris's mind like a lightning bolt. Something was very, very wrong nearby.
That was when he turned to see the bandaged man (now sans-bandage) sprinting towards him. On his tail was someone or something else, a woman in a red and black bodysuit, a collar around her neck. Another Gifted, he thought. One they'd made a slave of.
"Go! Gogogogogo! NOW! Run! There's a fucking MONSTER after me!"
"GET BACK HERE SO I CAN RIP YOU APART!"
Now it was starting to make sense. The bandaged man was a hunter, or worked for hunters, and he'd known this thing was coming, or maybe he hadn't but he'd known something, and he knew that Chris and the girl were in danger. That's why he did what he did, but now he was in danger.
The monster had hurt him, that much was clear from his pain and the dripping red holes in his arms. It would kill him if it could, and then the girl, and then Chris, and maybe other people too. Innocent people.
All of these thoughts flashed through Chris's mind in the fraction of an instant it took the man's frantic pace to reach his position. Fortunately, his next action required no thought. None at all.
With one hand he flung the scarf and glasses from his face and dropped them to the ground, along with his bag and guitar case. He took off running, running towards the monster, and slammed his shoulder into it from the side.
"Go! Run! Get out of here, get away from the library, there are people in there!"
