Red Mercury

Scars, yes, One less eyeball, no.

Liv's point of view

"Okay," I look down at Noah, standing awkwardly, messing with the velcro straps in his hand. The others had left about five minutes ago and Beasty has been honking the horn for most of them. "Gun first." I pull the bottom of my dress out of the way so he can strap the gun into place.

"Can you hand me the dagger, you could put it at your back, just at the edge of where the dress shows your, um... back." gulp. I swear to Merwin he is making this more awkward than it needs to be.

I hand the dagger to him, almost stabbing him in the eye as he looks up to take it, thankfully he has fast reflexes and dodges it, only to bump into me, knocking me off the chair and into the cold, tiled floor.

"Are you okay?" I ask Noah, pulling myself to my feet and grabbing his face, making sure I didn't hit his eye. "Did i get your eye?" He grabs my hands pulling them from his face.

"No, i'm fine, are you okay? you fell with the knife in your hand." I look down at my leg, of course I cut myself. Still as clumsy as always.

"It's just a scratch." I lie. "I'll put a plaster on it..." He looks down at my leg where the blood is spilling from it and doesn't seem to be stopping.

"yeah, it's just a scratch," he says unconvinced, "here, hold this on it and i'll get the first aid kit." He dropped my hands, which I didn't realise he was still holding and placed a cloth in them. Honk!

"Do you think he's ever going to stop honking the horn?" I ask frustratingly as Noah sits down on the floor.

He pulls a needle and suture out of the first aid kit to stitch up my wound, he pulls my leg up onto his knee and beings threading the needle, looking down at my leg with sorry eyes he says, "This is gonna hurt." Noah removes the cloth from my leg and pierces my skin with the needle.

The pain is excruciating and i want to cry, but i can't let him see me be weak. I can't. I have to act like an agent or Merwin will get me thrown in Jail for murder or terrorism or whatever he wants. I bite down on my lip to stop me from wincing.

"I have to admit, I thought you might cry.... or scream." He gives me a small smile.

I raise my eyebrows at him, "and why would you think that?" He pulls me to my feet and places the dagger in the gap at my back, after wiping the blood off it and secures it with the last strap.

"your not like every other agent, you know." A look of worry crosses Noahs face and he quickly tries to fix whatever mistake he thought he made. "Not that it's a bad thing, it's just something i noticed, not that it's very noticeable though, like noticeable enough but not like Wow."

I raise my eyebrows at that, what does he mean not Wow, am i not Wow able. "Sorry, i mean your Wow yeah but," he scratches the back of his neck, his eyes turning down to the floor. "lets go down to the limo." and with that he races out the door, leaving me standing in the apartment alone, holding a first aid kit and pixie sized handbag.

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The journey to the theatre wasn't too bad, except for Miles' excessive singing and repetition of 'I'm a Believer' by The Monkees. Not even auto tune could fix what I heard, it sounded like a half cat, half crow was being electrocuted and blended at the same time. The worst thing about it though, was that he didn't even know all the lyrics, even as he sang it over and over again he didn't pick up on any new lyrics, when he didn't know a lyric there were quiet mumblings coming from the other end of the limo. If I could reach his neck from where I sat I would have strangled him. Sadly, i couldn't reach.