Nimrah

SOS

A/N sorry this is a shorter han normal chapter. Injured my wrist so typing is hard... and painful... but already this chapter is late so I felt obliged. :P Sorry xx 

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They ran down the hallway. Lon wasn’t in any mood to waste time. He had to find Nimrah. He had to make sure she was okay. And he had to do it quick. He forced himself not to growl. They were going to slow! He wanted to shift and run ahead but he didn’t know his way around this place and there were guards everywhere. Already twice they’d had to duck back around a corner to keep from getting caught. Our feet were too loud as they slapped the ground. If only Max changed into something that could survive out of water. Lon mentally slapped himself for his bitterness.

“We’re almost there,” Alberta reassured. They slowed to a stop as the reached a corner. Alberta shifted to eagle and took flight. She rose to the ceiling and peered around the corner before dropping back to the ground and shifting back, “It’s clear.”

“Third door on the right,” Colt said before Lon bolted around the corner. He stopped before the blue door. There was a window. Ducking down he peered in. He could see the back on Nimrah’s head and some crabby looking old woman. But that was it. The woman looked pretty harmless. And so without a second thought Lon barged in.

“NIMRAH!” he cried. The others stopped just before the door – out of sight.

 

I spun around at the sound of my name. Lon was rushing into the room. My eyes bugged. Oh nononono, “Lon NO!” I shrieked. He looked momentarily confused until Lucas came into view. Lucas pounced at him with the metal rod. Time seemed to slow as the blue door swung open hitting the wall with a shuddering bang. The metal rod lit up a zapping blue as Lucas swung it on Lon’s direction. Lon caught sight of it just before the struck. He tried to leap out of the way but his initial momentum carried him in the wrong direction. Lon yelped. He fell to the floor jerking vapidly. I was off my chair in an instant. I charged the fourteen year old knocking him to the floor. I tripped to one knee as Lucas’ head hit the wall. The rod fell from his hand. In a flash I’d picked it up and aimed it back at the kid. I slowly ease my way back to my feet. My knee throbbed incessantly when I put weight on it. But it’s just a bruise, I reassured myself. Lucas remained still on the ground for a moment. I began to panic. Did I kill him? Or did I just knock him out? I didn’t want to get any closer to find out. Then he stirred. A breath I hadn’t realised I was holding rushed out my mouth. As much as I was growing to dislike this kid I didn’t really want to hurt him. I didn’t want to accidentally kill anyone else. I still haven’t forgiven myself for the first time. Lucas stared at me in horror. He scrambled to get to his feet and backed himself up against the wall. His chest was heaving with fear. It was like he honestly believed I would use the metal rod on him. Well, I guess he hasn’t ever stood on the other side of one of these and had the person he’d used it on suddenly in his place. Can’t really blame him for being scared, I thought. But that wasn’t enough to get me to back down. He can stand against that wall and shake.

“Okay Nimrah, put the rod down. Lucas can leave the room and we’ll discuss this like adults,” Margery’s voice cut through the turmoil. I froze. She didn’t really expect me to do that, did she? With one hand I kept the rod aimed as I slowly made my way to Lon. He’d shifted to jackal during the shock.

“Lon?” A small whimper escaped the jackal’s mouth. I crouched down beside him – ensuring I didn’t put much weight onto my bruised knee – and rested my free hand on the scruff of his neck. He whined happily when I started scratching the fur. I kept my left arm held high to let Lucas know I was still focused on his movements but continued rubbing Lon’s neck with my right. I fought to keep a smile off my face. Lon like this was incredibly cute.