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Ok, I have literally no clue what’s going on…

 

I’m not killing anyone.

Almost as if reading his thoughts, the world shifted again, into feral darkness.

In a second it’d be over, he’d be somewhere else.

He sucked in a breath, trying not to panic when it didn’t change. Still dark, enclosed. No, this wasn’t happening, it wasn’t! Then he made contact with solid wood on either side.

‘You’re a weapon, and a defec—’ Alessio beat against the wood with all his force, frantically, cursing. Every fragment of logic was lost in sheer panic of it happening again. He tried to pull himself together but every thought was blinding terror.

Luckily, the wood was old and a loud crack snapped as his foot made contact with the corner. A thick bar of light slipped through the hole. Alessio twisted to the side, snapping the side of the box.

“Pardon me for a second, Sherlock, I think I saw that box move.”

Alessio skidded to half-crouch, disoriented. Nithel was nowhere in sight, he was outnumbered from the looks of it, and he was under no delusions of security. It looked like a hostile negotiation, he had his bets he was the item in question.

’A weapon’

Never again.

One of the strangers approached. He won’t go back, he won’t-

“Uh…, hello-?”

“G-get away from me!” He yelled, cornered in the room. Maybe four people here, who knows how many outside. What now? He needed to find an exit. Half his mind was calculating how dangerous each person was, as if anyone could be safe right here. He just had to find his friend. Now how was he going to do that?

“Hey, it’s alright.” Liar.

The man didn’t stop, even if he sounded nice no one was his friend here. At a glance they all had their angles, he needed to get Nithel back. If anything happened to him—

The man got closer and Alessio reflectively sent a kick across his face. Overlapping shouts reverberated across the room but he didn’t pause to listen. He made a dash for the stairs just as more men arrived.

“KILL HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Suddenly the entire world rocked with shrieking, rattling noises Alessio had never in his life experienced. With a cry, he leapt back. Deep holes punctured in the walls with every earthshattering screech. But they weren’t directed at him. At least, not until a darkhaired man with a crooked smirk bolts past him up the stairs.

Stolen goods, that’s what the arrogant man had been screaming about.

It wasn’t about Alessio? Then how the devil did he get here?!

Another round of paralyzing, hellish noise. Alessio flinched violently but the man was still out in the open. He couldn’t watch another person die and he couldn’t get there in time. He shut his eyes, begging something to stop it.

He didn’t realize what he’d done until he opened his eyes to find a blazing wall in front of them.

And the thief locking eyes with him.

Terror shuddered through his veins, but with it the realization that this man was probably the most powerful person in this situation. Which meant he’d be the most likely person to know where Nithel was.

In an instant another volley of rattling screeches and the stranger yanked him up the staircase. Alessio’s other option was to face both sides at once so he kept up, betting the man already had a better escape route planned.

That is, until he skidded to a stop in front of a stained glass window, massive in size.

“NO YOU IDIOTS YOU’LL DAMAGE THE WINDOW! IT COST ME ALMOST A MILLION!”

If Alessio was uncertain before, he absolutely knew how he’d escape now. Apparently, so did the robber.

In an instant, he was flung over a hundred foot drop with reckless abandon, not that it was something he hadn’t done before anyway.

Almost before he knew it, he was propelled into a moving box at a mad, dizzying speed. The closest sensation he could relate to it was seasickness when he was seven or eight. He’d thrown up on the deck and that had put his stepfather in a dangerously foul mood by the time they got back.

Now that they were out of sight of their pursuers, Alessio had no intention of heading wherever nightmare the man was taking him.

Alessio flipped a knife from a hidden pocket and rammed it into his kidnapper’s shoulder in a flash. The man was quick, but not quick enough to completely miss the blow. Alessio was nothing close to an amateur in a fight, but he didn’t predict the vicious swerve of this alien form of transportation.

His opponent seized the advantage to knock him back against the seat but the entire world flipped in on itself, jolting Alessio’s body like a ragdoll. His head collided with the cracked window as the thing crashed, streaking blood in the glass. But then the world froze again, leaving his head ringing, no telling how many bruises and cuts.

Instantaneously, he whipped his bow in front of him notching an arrow directly at the robber before he could even sit up.

His hood only half-covered the bleeding side of his face, although maybe the fresh injury would conceal the old, crimson scar across his forehead, smeared with sweaty, gnarled curls. He hoped so, but he didn’t exactly care so much right now.

“Where’s. My. Friend.” He said through low pants.

 

@ragnarok