Free For All

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

“I knew Wes wouldn’t have let you eat.” Leon comes in rolling a cart over to me. I gape as his “new” figure rolls over to me.

 He definitely wasn’t little, four-eyed Leon anymore. His thick black frames still evident on the bridge of his nose, but everything else completely changed. His thin eyes, like mine, turned to a dark brown color, almost black, then the gray color it was before. His ebony hair that use to be just a spike shaped upon his head instead turned to shaggy bangs that flew just barely past his eyebrows. He was still thin but under the creamed color of his loose sweater you could see defined tones in his arms and jagged jaw.

“Leon!” I try to sit up but the pangs of pain only snap me back against the gurney.

“Here.” He commands as he places a tray on my stomach. I stare at the tray. There was a cup of applesauce, a canteen of water, and a utensil that sat upon a checkered napkin. Leon smiles proudly as I lower my gaze, his eyes disappearing to thin slits as he grins. “What?” His pride quickly fading into a disappointed scowl.

“You gave me a spork?” I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“We don’t trust you with forks.” He replies as he runs a tan finger under his lips. “We don’t really trust you at all.” He adds as he pulls a gurney from its perfect alignment and moves it to face me. He plops onto it rather ungracefully and folds his legs under his butt.

“Thanks.” I gaze up from digging through the applesauce to give him a look.

“Look, Elite, you betrayed us.” I keep my eyes planted on the yellow mush of apples. I couldn’t let Leon know that that hurt me. It hurt more then getting shot.

“Leon—” I try to explain but I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell Leon why I left them to join the Free Fall. I couldn’t tell any of them why one night we were planning an attack and the next thing they knew they planned on attacking me.

Leon raised his eyebrows expecting an apology, a report, a reason, anything. “Thanks.” I say turning his attention to the tray.

“Yeah.” He nods before swinging his legs and hopping off the gurney. He pushes the tray off me and sets it back down on the cart. He surveys me for a second before he starts to pull at the bottom of my shirt.

“Leon!” I scream as I try to push him backwards but I underestimated how weak I was right now and how strong he’s gotten. He pushes at my shoulders in attempt to hold me down. I stick against the white sheets and stare at him with a tight scowl.

“Relax, El, I was just checking your stitches.” He reaches behind him and into the back pocket of his loose faded black jeans. He pulls out a tiny flask. “Medicine.” He assures me and then lets out a forced cough. “I mean Elite.” He corrects himself and I almost wish he hadn’t.

I keep my eyes on Leon’s shifting eyes as I slowly raise the bottom of my shirt myself, passing it an inch above my belly button. “There.” I nod at my stitches and hold out for the flask but Leon raises it above my reach.

“Nope, this stuff is poisonous if consumed. Now that we have you captured, you don’t just let a skilled assassin have a weapon.” He was talking so much like the childish Leon I remembered that I almost laugh. 

“You do realize that I came here searching for you guys so technically you didn’t capture me.” I try to point out but Leon only lets out an irritated moan.