Fate ( L.S )

Chapter 3

Is the world spinning?

Louis didn't know the answer, but it sure as hell felt like it. He had been hanging over the giant man's shoulder for what felt like centuries. His head felt so heavy, that at any moment now, it felt like it was going to detach from his body and roll away, and his feet were so asleep, that he felt like they were walking on needles even though they were dangling in the air. And to make matters worse, his stomach was starting to hurt - and probably bruise - where it came in contact with the man's collar bone. Gods, the bloody thing felt like it was stabbing him! All in all, Louis had had enough of this torture!

"Let me down now! This isn't funny anymore." He said sternly, his voice laced heavily with annoyance. Louis' patience was really running thin with this man - no this savage, this freaking neanderthal!

"No. I cannot let you walk on your feet. They are completely bruised, and even bleeding." Harry said, his voice deep in comparison to Louis' high and sweet-feminine tone.

Well that explained why the world was spinning, since he lost some blood. Louis was thankful that it wasn't too much, or else he would have probably passed out a long time ago. And he did not want to be left alone with this unpredictable psychopathic wife-claiming human being. Louis shivered violently at the thought of what this beast could do him.

Having given up the pointless and unwinnable argument of trying to convince this idiot to let him down, Louis had nothing else to do but to enjoy the great - note the sarcasm - ride atop the warrior's shoulder. Now officially bored, Louis decided to this make this man's life a living hell for the time being, since he didn't intend to be a civil prisoner. So he decided to annoy the absolute crap out of the giant by saying the most irritating question known to man.

"When will get there?"

"Soon." The curly-haired warrior answered. Louis was surprised that Harry hadn't grown tired of carrying him.

"Are we there now?" Louis asked like an annoying three-year old.

"No." the man responded sounding slightly irritated. Louis smiled proudly, his plan working, and then continued.

"Are we there yet?"

"No, now stop asking me that!" Harry growled. Louis was actually finding this quite entertaining, and kind of hilarious. He wondered how long it would take his kidnapper to crack.

"Are we there yet?"

The man must have had enough of his questioning, because suddenly he was let down from Harry's shoulder. Yes! He had accomplished his goal, finally. However, it had come at a price. Louis hissed when his feet touched the ground, but experiencing the pain was worth it; he was thankful for actually being able to feel the soft earth underneath his toes.

The man turned his back to Louis, and this neglectful action caused hope to raise in his heart. Maybe the warrior hated him now and would let him go! Louis prayed this was the case, that he had made Harry so angry that he no longer wanted him as a captive.

"Are you gonna let me leave?" He asked, hope filling his nervous voice. The man turned back around and faced Louis, looking at the smaller boy like he had grown an extra head. "Of course not!" The savage man bellowed reproachfully as if the idea was outrageous, ludicrous even.

Louis sighed disappointedly, and turned his head down toward the ground dejectedly. He wanted nothing more than to just to sit down and express his sorrow in the form of hopeless tears. But he couldn't do that since he was surrounded by tribal warriors and didn't want to appear weak to them. Louis sighed again. There wasn't anything that he could do to escape his depressing fate.