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Chapter 11 - Little Run Away

A/N: Just a quick upload, I hope you like it! I keep coming up with wild ideas for this book. It's kind of awesome. It's like I'm always drunk and going WAIT, WHAT IF THEY FIND A UNICORN. (That's not really the idea - even though that would be fucking bad ass! - but you get it) Okay yeah enjoy it, vote, hump, mug a baby WHAT I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING. Just read.

Chapter 11: Little Run Away

Though my fingers had stopped bleeding they still stung underneath the bandages Chutar had tightly wound around them. Sitting in the very large hotel room we were all sharing, looking down at my bandages, I tried to avoid speaking to anyone, looking at anyone, or even sitting next to anyone. Liu and I hadn’t said another word to each other since he nearly killed me in the car, and Chutar gave up speaking to me when I didn’t reply to anything. Now I sat alone, in the corner, with only Osamu by my feet. It was a good thing, too; I don’t think I could handle conversation right now.

There was so much I needed to think about. I had decided there was no use in worrying about the baby thing right now since I would have to wait at least two weeks until I could even take a home pregnancy test (according to the back of the box. Liu had tried so hard to ignore it while I stood there reading it, keeping my hands covered up in a hoodie of mine, but I know he saw.) But even if I wasn’t too worried about the possible pregnancy right now, Liu certainly was, and I don’t think he’ll be letting me fight anymore until we find out if I am. Now that was a big problem; Raiden had made it very clear if I didn’t help Johnny through this tournament then he would die. What if Thorne popped up at the next fight? Obviously amulets wouldn’t be much help. Or what if everyone thought to ambush him again? God, I wish I had kept my stupid mouth shut. Johnny told me over and over again everything was alright, but I felt awful. And now I won’t even be able to help him? Mila won’t let me fight, Liu won’t let me fight, and if anyone else found out I doubt I’d ever be able to fight again.

I winced in pain and looked down at my fingers. I hadn’t realized I had been chewing my nails until one started bleeding. I shoved my hand under the blanket and looked back out the window.

And then there was the problem with the amulet Raiden had supposedly given the man on the ledge to protect everyone from falling off the roof. It didn’t protect me at all. I remembered ripping through the barely visible green-lightning wall. It felt like I was being thrown through hundreds of jellyfish tentacles. Other fighters bounced off the wall when they hit it…so what was so special about me? Was there something wrong with the amulet or was it just something about me? Raiden did say I was special, that I controlled more elements than physically allowed. Maybe I had some other logic defying abilities? It was certainly an option. I glanced over at Liu and Kenshi, who were studying the amulet. It was a dark emerald in the middle of silver carving, dangling from a very thick and very old looking chain. It was certainly beautiful, but maybe it was too old to even work anymore. Raiden probably asked another god for something to protect everyone and the god gave him that, thinking it still worked. Or maybe there was nothing wrong with it at all? Maybe there was something wrong with me?

I sighed and looked out the window. We were in a very nice hotel, and the room was huge. Each of us either got a bed or a couch that we could sleep on. I chose this small cushy chair with a footstool. It was off to the side, so no one would bother me.

“I can’t find anything wrong with it,” Liu muttered under his breath for the hundredth time.

Kenshi sighed and leaned back in his chair. They were both hunched over the kitchen table, trying to decode the beautiful necklace. “And you still can’t get a hold of Raiden?”

Liu shook his head and gave a large sigh. “Let’s all just go to bed. We need rest. The next fight is going to be even worse than this one.” Then he suddenly looked at me. “Zak; a word?”