Take Note : It's All Different

8. Battle Strategies

Courtesan or Assassin? Neither was better than the other. I either got paid to have sexual intercourse with thousands of people or I get paid to kill hundreds of people. If I was good enough I got paid.

I stood still as Madison looked wickedly into my eyes awaiting my answer but I was stunned. No answer within reach. I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry but I knew I was stronger than that. I was not scared of Madison who stood in front of me. I was not afraid. I was interested. Intrigued. Confused! If all this was possible let alone true. How would I travel to this realm? Could I make the trip there? Was there magic there? Am I on earth?

And still what did Madison mean by black heart? He didn't seem ill hearted. In some ways I kind of fell for him. He was hot. A bad boy. He flirted naturally and easily. He'd have all the girls going for him. The ones without brains. Which I clearly fell under.

"We have to leave now!" As soon as he said it I could hear cracks around me. The sounds came from every direction.

"What? Why? What if I don't want to come with you?"

"Then I don't have a choice. I will have to kidnap you." Within a second a bag was over my head and I was swept off my feet. I had just enough time to see the mirrors shattering all around me. Soon we would be showered in glass.

Just as quickly as I lost touch with the floor underneath me I felt a force being pushed against my body. Air could not find my lungs and my mouth became dry. I felt the power of this force against my body and felt as though it was bringing my body into a compressed box. I knew it wasn't Madison because his arm held me across his shoulder. The typical move but I felt weightless in his grasp. He did not cling tightly. Nor did I feel as though I was a burden of weight on his shoulder. Either he was strong or this force made me weightless. The bag still hung over my head as I felt it flap around against my neck. I felt my dress fly up into Madison's face as he pushed it back away. I knew I was breathless from the force and not from the bag.

I began to be caught by a dizziness and I was overwhelmed in a sudden tiredness. My eyes were staying open for short intervals as they closed and reopened. All I saw was the bag but it was all that kept me conscious. I was loosing energy in keeping my head slightly aloft. I felt relieved as I drooped it against Madison's back. As I did so he shifted my body so that it was no longer across his shoulder but I was now cradled in his arm. I rested my head into him and felt the warmth of his body against my cheek. In the time I was feeling the affects of the force Madison had lost his top and now held me shirtless to his body. He held me steady and close to him. My body was limp and aching.

The tiredness was hard to fight. My eyes were constantly closing and every so often my hip loosened around Madison's neck and shoulders where my hands lay. There was no way that I could stay conscious unless I thought of something that would keep me awake. I began to notice the muscles I felt beneath my hands. I ran my hands and fingers across. I noticed the defined edges and the curves of each muscle. I imagined seeing them with my own eyes.

Even though my mind was racing with thoughts of Madison's he wasn't enough to keep me conscious. Within a matter of time I lost touch on reality and fell unconscious. I don't remember the force being removed from my body nor do I remember being placed on this table.

There was no force acting upon me now except gravity. When I lifted myself to look at my surroundings I got a serious head rush almost unbearable. I felt a hand lower my head gently to find the pillow. With care and consideration of myself I turned my head to the left to see the person beside me. Now standing with a white loose olden day. Seriously olden day top on was Madison. He dragged his chair closer to the bed. As he sat down he just smiled. Wickedly. There was a fire in his eyes. I did not see care of sympathy. I saw fire. War. Wicked emotions. He had a cut above his right eye and a cut in his pants above his right knee that he would be aware was there.