Alek's face was alert with worry for a moment, before it relaxed into the tiredness that comes from healing. The improvised bandages had fallen away in his sleep, revealing a nearly healed wound.
"Woah..." said Margaret, instantly leaning closer. "It doesn't even look like the scar will hold."
"That's amazing," echoed Holly. Alek looked down at his chest and ran his hand over it. He seemed satisfied, or the girls thought so when he threw the blankets back and got off the couch. Sharmie backed away while Margaret and Holly silmultainously moved forward, afraid he might sway or fall like the night before.
"Thank you, kind girls, for your hospitality," Alek bowed slightly, his dark hair shadowing his eyes. "However, if I'm to save that girl and defeat.... Damon... I have to leave."
"No!" Holly latched herself onto his arm and Margaret was concidering to do the same, something to keep him rooted to the spot. Sharmie stood in the way of the hall, looking like no one was leaving without going through her.
"Holly's right," Margaret said. "You can't leave unless you're taking us with you." Alek laughed and shook Holly of of him effortlessly.
"You can't be of any assistance and I work better when I can be silent, and there's no one around to be used as bait." Margaret swung herself around and kicked so her foot was resting on his shoulder. Sure, she was on her very tiptoes and leaning back so if he made the slightest move forward she would fall, but it proved her point.
"I don't think anyone could use me as bait." He pushed her foot off and she managed to stay upright. "Besides, these two can hold their own and if they can't, I'm enough brute force for two, at least." Alek shook his head.
"If I couldn't beat Damon, what makes you think you could? What makes you think you could stop him from holding you over my head like a perverse treat, or torturing you before my eyes? I can't see another person get hurt because of me. Don't you understand, you're wasting my time here! She could be dying right now, lying bloody on the floor of his castle and you're bugging me to take you? How old are you anyways, fourteen? Barely over childhood and you want to play adult games."
"Enough!" Sharmie said finally, coming around. "I'm going to get Shannon back, there is no way I'm going to trust you. So either you take me with you or I'll make sure you've got enough wounds to hinder you." Holly and Margaret stared at her, dumbfounded.
"Sharmie..."
"Oh, come off it, Holly. The three of us could take him, he's not even fully healed yet."
Without warning, Alex grabbed her wrists, lightning fast. He twisted her arms so she had no choice but to put her back to him or her forearms would shatter, breaking in a spiral. He faced the other two girls, but whispered to her.
"I don't take kindly to threats. I'm going to save your friend, but not on your terms. It's my battle, it's my world, and you have no buisness trying to-- AUGH!" Sharmie stomped on his foot. He released her hand and she hit him in the chin, elbowed him in the stomach and kneed him in the groin. He staggered backward, most injured by the low blow.
"Don't ever touch me again."
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Holly pushed Sharmie out of the way and grabbed Alek's arm. He waved her away but she touched his chin tenderly anyways. He seemed relitavely okay, and probably was when he straighened.
"You really want to come. All three of you," he added, glancing at Sharmie, who looked mutinous.
"Yes," said Margaret, and Holly and Sharmie nodded in agreement, Sharmie somewhat begrudgingly.
"Okay, fine. It'll take longer to get to where we need to go, though. With four of us."
"If it means we can help-"
"If it means I can find-"
"If it means I won't get-"
"Yes," he said, without letting them finish. "We'll find her, you'll help, and no one will get hurt. I hope," he added under his breath.
I HATE THIS. I can't get more than a few sentances before my mother tells me to go to bed. gonk I get home at 6, wash dishes and clean until 9:30, and then am told to go to bed after doing homework for an hour... ******** that.
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