Maybe (COMPLETED)

Chapter Forty Three

"Ah, Kay-kay, I was waiting for you." A man was draped across the throne in the middle of the room. A grin stretched across his face, and his amber eyes glinted maliciously. "Thank you for finally joining the party."

We weren't the only ones in the room. 

Ash stood to the King's right, being held back by another man. His blue eyes flashed with fear and shone with tears. "Isaak, I'm so sorry..." He sobbed uncontrollably. 

Another figure was chained against the left wall, similar to how Mekhi had been. His head drooped down, and I wondered if he was still alive. Blood oozed from his torso and onto the floor,seeping through the tears in his shirt. His skin was ashen, as if he was either dead, or not far from it. The figure shifted to the sound of our voices, lifting his heavy head. 

Archer. 

I leaped forward towards him, but Mekhi gripped my waist, holding me back. "Don't!" He gasped. "You'll get yourself killed."

Colm burst out laughing, and the other man behind him chuckled hesitantly. "Oh, this is the most hilarious thing I've ever seen! I must thank you, Isaak, though I have no idea who you are. You've made this oh so much more fun than I ever expected." 

"What's wrong with him?" I hissed. Aren't immortals supposed to heal quickly? 

"Not much. Only he was injected with a special drug which limits an immortal's healing abilities." The king grinned, overjoyed by his plan. "So now he's too weak to even use his magic! Pathetic, isn't it?"

"Why?"  Anger rose in me like some sort of beast. I can kill him, I realized. There are only two of  his men in this room. "Mekhi." I held out my hand for my sword. There was no response.

I looked up at him. His dark eyes were so sad, full of remorse and guilt. He stepped away. Colm's laughter filled the room, numbing me. "Mekhi?" My voice broke. My eyes itched and burned. 

He shook his head. "I told you, you shouldn't trust me." He walked to his King, his back facing me. 

"No!" I screamed, leaping forward like a half crazed maniac, ready to murder this man. 

A hot sting across my cheek. Warm liquid flowing down my face, my neck. I stumbled back. Mekhi's eyes flashed as he held my sword. When he spoke, there was no emotion left in his voice. "Don't bother." 

I stood alone, trembling. Saga. Please, please do something. Help us. Please.

Mekhi stepped to his king's side. "Thank you, Kay-kay dear." Colm touched Mekhi's arm. "I don't know what I'd do without you." 

"You've got to be kidding." A sick humour bubbled up inside of me. "Again? Of course, I get fooled by you again... you really are a fucking backstabbing, sick bastard, aren't you?" 

Ash sobbed again. He struggled to free himself from the soldier's grip, blue eyes flashing with fear. "Isaak... Archer..." He coughed. 

Colm stood, facing the hysterical Ash. "Oh, dearie me." He reached for my sword, prying it from Mekhi's hand. "Remember our deal, Ash?" He hissed at Ash, making the boy flinch back as if Colm had sprayed venom. I jolted forward, only to be halted by Colm's murderous eyes. He grinned. "Those... three. Which three were you thinking of?" Colm murmured, taking another step towards Ash. Ash choked and spluttered, trying to shake the soldier off of him.

"Leave them alone!" He screamed. A blue light whipped around him.

"Ash, no chorren." Colm cooed. Ash's magic died around him obediently. "I'll tell you who I was thinking of. Isaak. Archer. Mekhi."