girl out of time

5) hostile

I wasn't going to post because wotsonin-wonderland wont post but I finished it and it was annoying me just siting there, staring at me. so she's got away with it this time but I refuse to post again antil she posts so I might not up date for a wile so in-joy

Ja

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I woke up hurting EVERYWHERE, all I really wanted to do was to roll over and go back the the relative safety of the blackness.

But as I lay there, voices and movement entered the corners of my Perception. Deep and male. About...two, no three of them all together.

They seemed to be arguing.

But The voices weren't making any sense!

My sluggish brain wasn't moving fast enough for the words to make any sense. They sounded close, too close to be comfortable. So I decided unconscious was not the best place to be right now. Forcing myself to resurface into conciseness. the voices seemed to slot into place.

"SHE'S A DEMON"

Since there were no signs of another female presence I assume he meant me.

So shoving myself into some resemblance if sitting I replied.

"No try catholic"

And immediately wished I hadn't my head pounded like id just been hit with a wall, making me want to puke. On top of this an electric pain shot Thrue my stomach like I've been stabbed. ...oh wait I have. My fingers were dipped red where I had brushed the wound.

But how?

At that moment my memory decided to engage. The fight. The fall. that strange light. WAIT Fall haw am I not dead.

I spotted movement in my peripheral vision. In an instant adrenalin kicked in moving me away from the man, grabbing up my wig and back pack faster then I new possible. The sudden movement made my head spin making me feel even more nauseous.

As I righted myself I stumbled away to a safe distance.

I realized that it wasn't that dude in black. But a blond he was wearing what looked like the armor out of marlin. he was tall and lean, about 5 ft 10. Defined jaw. Messy blond hair. blue eyes.

He was GORGEOUS!

Wait ! they were speaking English, I thought I was in Russia

Aww my head.

I was swamped with so many questions and nothing was making sense!

"Where am I? Who are you? What are you wearing? Am I dead?" were the first things that made it out of my moth as I stumbled farther away wincing as I put my weight on my bad leg.

All three...no four of them stood there staring at me like id just fallen out of the sky. Was it the hair?

They kept staring and after a moment I got bored with the silence, My pounding head wasn't helping either.

"I asked a question I expect you to answer it?"

Being polite was never a string point with me.

A equally tall man stood in-front of Mr. Blond and gorges.

He built like a boxer, with cropped brown hair and dark eyes.

He started yelling at me but I didn't pick up half of it because he was talking weird. This was either Shakespeare in the park or Thor.

All I got out of his yelling was

"Wench" and that Mr. gorgeous over there was prince author. Wait author pendragon.