She bites her lips and the thought of stopping the boy in front of her- if only for a brief moment. But she knows they can't stop, if they do the will be caught again; she can't do that to him again... So she silent put her hands to work cutting thought bushes and over grown weeds to escape, she made sure was not but a breath away from her hero. Her Hero, Her Villain, the reason for her kidnapping and the reason she was safely taken back. "Hurry up Mira!" He grabbed her hand as if it was life itself- and it was. It hurt as he squeezed and pulled but she felt a bit warmer in the cold harsh weather. Moment later a figure showed itself in the moonlight ahead of them...
"Who-" Nothing was said by the masked man, he only whispered a warning as he whisked by them to take care of there kidnappers. "Run." Taking advice they did and not once did he turn back, if he had he might have seen her tears flow as she let another person die for her sake. All for her sake...
Under the cover of night and woodland creatures the two safely made it to a hiding place within a cave. Help was on its way already and all the girl wanted to do was run away again. Nothing could be worse then those men who had previously grabbed her, but it wasn't looking much brighter out here. Stuck between rocks and a brooding young man who was less then amused by the situation. Soon morning broke and so did the young girls resolve to stay awake. She fell asleep and now the young boy stood guard. 'maybe he should rest too.' she thought before her eyes began to flutter and she laid her head on the cold and damp cave floor"Are you safe Princess?"
She awoke to the bright and bitter morning light shining in from the few opening with in the caves wall. She squinted at the bright light then nodded as she shied away from it as a vampire would. These days, these months it seemed she had grown accustomed to darkness. Accustomed to the small places they would force her to lie, for hours she knew nothing about anything until they decided to feed her. Speaking of food she seemed to be hungry, she knew the feeling of an empty stomach too well. She looked down at her clothes-or rather what covered her, insufficiently I might add. She felt the need to get away from the young boys gaze but she made no attempt to move her stick like body. She was too tired.
Seeing that the young girl was too tired he carried her on his back so that they could continue the escape they had halted yesterday. 'so light' he though, he also though it was a mistake picking her up; now he knew how serious it was. He had carried her on his back before, she always used to laugh and play around. But now she was thin and fragile, her cheeks had lose all rosiness and her laugh-nor her voice- could be heard as they jogged to find rescue.
She smiled on the inside, even bothering to make a joke of the dismal situation she was in. "for years I've been trying to get this guy and all it took was a kidnapping?" But there was no taste of humour in her mouth instead she could smell her death coming. They both could. Finally they dragged themselves into a town, into a medical lab of sorts. "Help...please!" the boy cried out to anyone who would bother to listen. All the people who stood in line for medications and tonics rushed to help until an old man ordered them to step back.
He took them to a private room within the walls of the institution and examined the girl first. There was no doubt in his mind that something weird was going on. For one thing the young girl looked deprived, but not just of food, her clothes were mearly rags and she smelled of sewer. He looked over and the young man, except from the fact that he looked fed looked no better. Cuts and bruised covered him and a nasty gash cut across his chest. Immediately hearing the faint breaths of the young girl the doctor called in his top staff and hooked her up to cords. Cords that fed and helped her breath. He ordered the young man to another room as well but he refused to move out of the young girls sight.
He was so resilient the team had to move a roiling bed into the young girls room. It was a good thing that the staff had blood transfusion packets around because the boy needed blood bad. He was going to need a lot of stitches and blood to fix him up. He fell under amnesia looking at the young woman having the determination to protect her. The doctor could see what the others could not. "So CUTE!" One doctor gushed over the boys sleeping figure but the old man saw, as the young man closed his eyes the glint of admiration. Not love.
Hours later the young boy stood at attention by the young girls side. A girl who was undoubtedly important to the young man. As soon as he was certain she was okay the young man asked the old man for a phone. On it he called the young woman's family; addressing them as Sir and Ma'am. About two day later and the mother and father rushed in to see their child. She was still pale and skinny but the doctors had changed her into a gown and cleaned her up so she was better.. The young man was back to himself, left shirtless it was obvious that he had a serious wound because of the bandages that lined his torso. Bandages that were stained with a little blood, proving that he had fought hard for the young girl.
Still knocked out due to drugs the young girl was taking by her parents, the hospital was paid and the black car that had brought her family carried them all away. Not a name was exchanged and not a thing was said but "thank you". The young girl awoke from another nightmare in a calm manner. For days, months she had nightmares and without another soul to feel sorry for you or even help ease the worry, her emotion had been all but cut off. She was surprised to be in her bed. A bed she was beginning to assume was a wonderful dream. A wonderful dream amongst night mares. Just as soon as awoke a maid stepped out of the room. The young girl wanted to say 'wait!' but there was no use. Her voice refused to come out and hurt her thought whenever she even tried.
She crept out of her room to go downstairs but stopped at a conversation she heard by coincidence. "How long has it been since we last saw her, since we last held Amelia?" The mother cried into the fathers arms. "About 5 months" The father said with dread and what seemed like regret. "My baby is finally safe at home, but how will she deal?" The mother asked the father, he did not have to answer the mother wanted...that Amelia wanted. "Charlie said that four men and three women were at the scene of the crime..." The father said to the mother and before the rest was spoken Amelia walked out of hearing range- back to her own room.
For days Amelia was asked to eat more and more, but as much as she wanted to, as much as she tried she ended up throwing up if it was more than she was used to. the memory of food was vague and horrible so Amelia skipped meals sometimes. Never more than one though because she felt no need to see the woman called her mother cry and weep. Amelia found it most unsightly. Then there was Charlie, for day he was off the radar. Somewhere honing his martial arts skill, somewhere that Amelia was soon to find out took four years to "escape" from.
