Tree Pixie ·Robbie Kay·

Chapter Seven

Recap:

"Anyways! This is gonna be very...interesting. I haven't used my powers to heal people in a very long while. Let's try it, shall we, love?"

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A coolness trickled down my back at his words, chills visibly rumbling through me. I wanted no part  of whatever crude method of 'magic' that he had thought he was going to use on me, nor did I want to be anywhere near him when he did use it. 

I could practically feel my face pale as my eyes widened, a horrified gasp leaving my lips as I looked up to him. He, however, still had the same full-of-himself smirk, the one that made my blood boil in anger and fear. His eyes held the same twinkle, even as he glanced over my horror stricken expression, and it was almost like his evil smile got wider as he did.

"Oh, now what's with the face, darling? You aren't perhaps, " he paused, drawing a long breathe in as his head tilted, " scared, are you?"

I swallowed, anxiety starting to bubble away at my veins as if it were a fun game. I wanted more than anything to say yes, tell the truth to the wretched demon above me, but in that moment my pride would not let me, and I instead tried to cover up the look on my face.

I wasn't going to answer him, purely for the fact that I already knew he knew the answer to his question. He was patronising me, waiting for me to crack and obey his every word; it wasn't going to happen. So, in apparent desperate need for a reply, the boy spoke again, this time a laugh hidden beneath his words.

"Aw, what's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" 

I glared at him, a growling undertone to my voice as I spoke, " No, but I'd watch your own mouth, or someone might just cut it off."

He seemed to recognize my gist, his brows shooting up at my snappy behavior. I watched, heart pounding, as his smile fell, a warning evident in his eyes. It was as if every trace of happiness left him, anger taking its place. 

He tilted his head back a bit, lips pulled tight together. My lips were slightly parted, fearfully awaiting his next move. I regretted my words more by the second as he kept quiet, only observing me, something he seemed to do a lot since he took me; I could only guess it was his way of calming down so that he didn't kill me, quite literally.

"Must you always talk back?" He questioned through his teeth.

I contemplated what to say next, weighing my options, before deciding that if he was going to kill me he already would have because of my other comment. So, after a few dreadfully quiet moments, I opened my mouth and said the first thing that came to mind.

"Yes."

His eyes burned into my own as I said it, and I could practically feel the heat of the fire in them. I kept my eyes locked with his own, refusing to give up until after he did. 

He finally gave me one last final glare, before he took a deep breathe and looked back down to my injuries. He rubbed his hands together once more, as if working up whatever magic he had between them, and then held them out in front of him.

Oh no...

Then, much to my surprise and amazement, a light green smoke started to surround his large hands. The smoke stayed near his hands, as if held in by some invisible force field that I did not know of, and the color of it was almost the same as his clothes. 

I violently shook my head, arms pushing myself up from my place on the bed, my back feeling as if it were set on fire. A grunt left my lips as I did so, and I could once again feel blood trickling down as I disturbed the open wound. My eyes were as wide as a deer caught by a human, and I finally set my good foot on the ground of his hut and hobbled, not so gracefully, away.