Pierce -
Abby was now leaning entirely against the wall, and she sneezed again, "Bless you." I answered immediately.
"Thanks.." Abby coughed, then looked a little alarmed.
Gods, what did I do? I got her sick...! I felt like punching myself, but sighed. I felt her head softly again, "Abby, I really think you're sick. Come on, you should lay down and rest...I'll look after you, okay?" I insisted gently.
Abby began to shake her head, "N-no...I-I'm really okay."
I was about to object when I saw a large shadow loom at the end of the hall. It wasn't Zar...he had passed by quite a while ago. There was no one else that big...I let my instincts take over.
"Shit." I murmured softly, then quickly picked Abby up and swiftly ran into the closest room, closing and locking it silently.
I put Abby down on the bed, and was immediately standing with my back against the door. I stuck my head out the door, and my eyes were greeted with a large mountain of a man.
His eyes met mine, and he immediately charged me, pulling out a bat and grinning evilly. Shit.
I sighed, tossing my dagger and watching in land neatly, but deeply, into his heart, killing him quickly before he could say a word. Pitiful--I had faced lemurs scarier than him.
I flew back inside the room after watching the man fall with a large thud and seeing more shadows heading along toward the hallway to investigate.
Abby was looking terribly scared, and quivering on the bed. I didn't know if it was fear or the fever, but she looked badly shaken.
I hurried over to her and smiled a little, "Abby, listen to me, okay? For some reason, we're under ambush. Something is going on--I don't like it, and it looks like things'll be getting messy. You just need to rest, okay? I'll take care of it." I tried to look upbeat when I grinned at her and gave her a thumbs up. The truth was, I was worried as hell. I had seen this group, and some halfers weren't meant for combat, and these people didn't seem prone to fooling around.
Abby's eyes widened, "Pierce--What's going on?"
I shrugged, my eyebrows furrowing, "I really don't know. Just...Stay put, okay? You'll be fine." I smiled, then rushed out of the door, closing it inaudibly.
I looked at the fallen man. He now had three men hovering over him. They hadn't heard me leave the room, so they'd have no idea where I came from. They wouldn't find Abby. Perfect.
I faked a sneer, feigning fearlessness, and pulling a few wooden knives out of my pocket. Good thing doors weren't my only specialty.
"Oi, idiots!" I called nonchalantly, just loud enough for them to hear, "Over here." I waved as they looked over slowly, eyes crossing as they broke their brains trying to figure out where I came from.
Wow. Real Einsteins, I supposed.
I threw a knife into the center of one's throat, leaving him to writhe and fall in silence.
"Well?" I goaded, as understanding struck them and they got up, readying their weapons.
With a little shock I assessed them. One had a bat--Geez, what a shock. The other had a pistol. Oh...Crap.
See, after years of practice, I have adequate reflexes and can throw and fight decently...Dodging? Not so much.
I gritted my teeth, throwing two knives simultaneously at them, and watching one get struck in the shoulder and the other remain unscathed as the knife missed.
Ugh, this sucked! I was about to attack again when a few guards rushed by carrying a familiar face. I immediately recognized her as the girl who had always hung around Abby. Alissa.
They were taking her away. Why? What the hell?!
My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but yell out, "Alissa!" as the guards ran out of sight. I was about to run after them, but found a large, hideously muscled man on top of me, bat at the ready.
I avoided what must have been a lethal blow at my skull and stabbed him in the throat, and then heart for good measure.
I jumped out from under him, and was about to laugh when my left arm and shoulder got pierced with things that felt suspiciously like bullets. I looked at my arm. Yep. I got shot.
I stood there for a moment, wondering why it didn't hurt, but then staggered back as it hit me that, I was, indeed, in pain.
I yelped, but stopped myself from reaction any further and got rid of him as quickly as possible.
I stood, panting slightly. I looked at my bleeding arm...I'll be damned. I got shot. Twice.
It hurt, too. Just as bad as it did a few years ago when some jerk on the street by some wannabe mugger.
I tried to shrug it off, and rushed back into the room where Abby was resting.
I found her sitting up, looking frantically at the door, and relaxing slightly when she saw me emerge from the hallway.
Her eyes widened again when she saw my left arm, "You...You're bleeding! Your arm..."
I forced a little smile, "I'm fine, Abby. I've had worse." I assured.
"B...But, you were shot! Your arm looks horrible!"
"No, it doesn't. It's only a flesh wound."
"Pierce...!"
"Abby, I've got to go back out there, anyway, I'll be fine, okay?" I attempted.
Abby frowned, her eyebrows furrowing deeply, "Why?" she demanded.
"I saw Alissa get taken away by them, and someone's gotta get her back. I don't know what they're doing, but I've gotta help the group!"
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Hope that was okay. ^^;
Pierce is used to having to kill people, unfortunately. He's lived in the lowest of the low places in the world, and has picked up a few things.
