Solitude (Discontinued)

Chapter 35 - Bridge to Heaven

"What the hell do you mean you can't reach them?" Rex demanded throwing his hands up in the air.

"Just like I said," Andrew said rolling his eyes at Rex, for a Shinobi he's very impatient Andrew thought to himself. "Wallace isn't answering me, and neither is Dominick."

"I woulnd't even bother with that stuck up ass," Rex said as he paced back and forth, John was watching the two of them from the his seat on the grass. They'd tied him up in some wire that Rex promised would hold him, though Andrew had his doubts with how thin it was. "That damn wood elf is such a pain in the ass. How'd he even become a Saint in the first place?"

"Rex," Andrew began. "Dominick is a very, very well respected Saint. And if you must know he became a Saint by falling into Wallace's good graces."

"Who knew being a suck up could get you so much-" Rex began.

"Oh do I sense a tinge of jealousy?" John asked interrupting Rex's rant. Both of them stopped and looked at John.

"Shut the hell up." Rex said.

John though unfazed by Rex's words continued. "It seems to me like the Saints play favorites with those wood elves." Rex again told John to shut up but he continued on. "Tell me how a dark elf such as yourself gets stuck doing all the dirty work, while a wood elf gets to sit back and watch the action unfold? Seems like your just rolling over and taking it too, it's pretty pathetic. Face it no matter how hard you try you'll always be a dark elf, not worth even half of a wood elf's allianc-"

Andrew saw a muscle twitch in Rex's face, than before Andrew could stop him Rex spun around and punched John square on the jaw. John shook his hair from his eyes and looked up at Rex, he smiled and a small stream of blood flowed from his mouth and down his chin.

"Did I strike a nerve?" John asked licking his lips. "Doesn't it bug you just how little the Saints even care about you? They only care about their precious humans, we Beings are less than dirt to them."

"SHUT UP!"

"You and I will always be looked down on," John continued. "I by the Saints. But you, you'll be looked down on by both Saints, wood elves, and even humans."

Andrew couldn't take it anymore and he pulled out his Slayer-even though it was empty-and pressed it against John's head. "Enough."

"Oh what's the matter Saint," John asked looking up at Andrew. "Am I getting under your skin too?"

As Andrew looked down at John he felt something clouding his mind, he shook his head to clear his thoughts but it only made things worse. Than without actually wanting to, he lowered his Slayer and John let a little smirk cross his face. When John spoke next it was almost like his voice had hooks and was snagging Andrew's consciousness from him.

"You're not going to have a easy time either." John said never taking his gaze from Andrew. "I heard about what happened, how you almost killed that one girl. You have a dangerous mix of blood in your veins. Why the Saints allow you to breathe is beyond me, but trust me it won't take long for them to fear you. Soon enough you'll be just like the dark elf over there," John said jerking his head at Rex who was viciously stabbing at the ground. "You'll be shunned, feared, hunted and killed." Andrew tried blocking John's voice out but he just couldn't do it, John's voice was like music to him that he couldn't stop listening to. "Ask yourself this. Are the Saints truly worth protecting, when they are now deciding on whether or not to kill yo-"

"SHUT UP!" Andrew shouted, and in that moment he noticed something that Rex hadn't. John's pupils were dialated and covering almost all of his eye, Andrew closed his eyes looked away and slapped himself as hard as he could. His head was instantly cleared by the stinging pain in his cheek, and he looked back at John who looked bewildered. "Don't try seducing me again."