Adina's POV
My first thought is to lift off and fly but I know Sophia won't be able to handle that. I want to reach for my blade or my dagger but that will cause too much movement and Sophia is clinging to me for dear life.
"Put the kid down and your hands up in the air," the voice says again and my mind races thinking about what I should do.
I think for a moment and realise the best chance for survival is to do what he says, at least until I find the opportune moment to strike him down.
I look down at Sophia and say, "Hey Soph, don't be scared, okay." She looks at me with fear in her eyes so I continue, "I'm going to put you down, but I won't let anything happen to you. You have on your cuffs right?"
I look at her waiting for confirmation. She nods her head and I continue, "So when I put you down you are going to hook your cuffs up right?". She nods her head once more.
Cuffs are something that was designed for Royal children. They are magnetic and the hook up to a buckle on the weapon vest worn by bodyguards. Once hooked it can only be unhooked by the bodygurads's fingerprint on the buckle. The buckle on my vest can extend out into a rope to move about 6 feet away from me. The rope which connects Sophia to me is made out of a specially designed metal that is meant to withstand any force that you use to try to break the rope. Not even fire melts this metal. The design is based on something that was used by ancient humans called a toddler leash. The leash was used as an anti-lost device for their children.
I put Sophia down gently and as soon as I do, she quickly reaches for my buckle and connects it to her cuffs. She then hurriedly pulls the buckle out to its maximum length. She now stands six feet in front of me, the stranger still behind me.
"Look man, we mean no harm. My child is in danger. There is a war happening back home. I need to get her away from it all," I tell him, my back still facing him, hoping he is just some mad man that choose to live in the wild forest as opposed to a Westerner.
"I know," he replies, a hint of sadness almost detected in this voice, almost missed because it disappeared so fast.
"What?" I ask, not sure what he knows.
"The war. I know there is a war. I was in charge of displacing the wolfsbane into the forest to take out the supernaturals, after all," he replies, more irritated this time.
"Supernatural?" I ask trying prolong the conversation so I can think of a way out of this situation.
"The lycans. The wolves. The hounds. The beasts," he says quickly, not knowing which term to use.
"You mean the shapeshifters," I ask realising he is obviously a Westerner if he doesn't even know what our ground army is and he played a part in the beginning of the attack. Anger starts to rise in me, but I keep it at bay
"Whatever," he says frustrated and carries on, "Then I go to do a perimeter check to see if there are any more mutts to put to sleep and guess what I see. A girl. A fragile little girl, with a baby in her arms, land from the sky looking lost and scared and like she wants to cry. I could have taken her out then and there, but I followed her instead. Just so long for her to begin to feel safe so I can snatch that from her. So what are you even? A bird," he says with so much disgust. By now my blood is boiling he speaks like he knows me. He knows nothing about me. I'm tired of people calling me weak and looking at me like I'm weak, just because I become quite and withdrawn whenever I am in any social situation.
I grit my teeth and begin to speak, "First, I'm a Flyer. A majestic, strong and protective Flyer. Second, I am not scared. A little lost, not scared. Third, you better hold on to your weapon real tight buddy, because when I get a chance I'm going to slit your throat and pull your heart out of your chest." I wanted to turn around and face him but I felt the gun being pressed harder against my skull. I closed my eyes as my head jerked a little forward by the movement.
"You really expect me to believe that this is your kid? Tell me this then., why didn't she fly on her own? I heard your kind starts training at a real young age," he said with hatred dripping in his voice. Well guess what buddy the feeling is mutual. But I got to give it to him, he did pick up on my lie of trying to play innocent. Woman plus child normally equals instant mercy.
"She's a late bloomer," I make up a lie real quick. He seems to buy it and his hand on his gun loosens. I see this as my chance. I bring up my leg and quickly snatch up the dagger that is in my boot. I spin around fast and kick the gun out of his hand.
The movement made him lose his balance for a moment, but he is quick to find his footing. As he stands up I wave my dagger towards his neck, but he ducks underneath when it was just inches to his throat. He then goes to grab my arm that is holding the dagger and pulls out a dagger of his own from behind him. He goes for the side of my torso but I block him with my other hand and deliver a headbutt to his nose. He stumbles back a bit, but not letting my dagger arm go. I try to deliver a left elbow to his face but he catches my left arm with ease. He now has both my arms but his dagger seems to have been knocked out of his hand.
I go to headbutt him again. This time he sees it coming and roughly drops my arms and delivers a right hook to my jaw. The hit causes me to stumble backwards and drop my dagger. I hold my jaw for a few moments to see if my lip is bleeding, which it is. Standing up straight, fists in the air, I am ready to fight again.
He gives me a 'Oh' look and that's all the motivation I need to charge at him. That was my mistake. He quickly grabs me and uses my force created by my charge to pin me to the ground. He holds my hands above my head. I struggle to try and get out of his grasp but he is too strong.
"Stop fighting. Give up," he says, with smirk on his face, knowing he is winning.
"Never," I say, still trying to get out of his grasp.
"Then continue hurting her," he says and points his head in the direction Sophia stood. I look over to her and among my fighting she seems to have fallen to the ground because of the rope holding us together. I immediately stop struggling, seeing that anger blinded me causing me to hurt her.
I look up at the stranger and nod my head saying, "Okay, no more fighting."
When saying this I look up into his eyes. They are green, bright green. Like the grass in the daisy field in the beginning of Spring. He has black hair and a stumble, strong and sharp jawline and good cheekbones. He is so pretty, it puts me into a trance for a moment.
My staring obviously makes him uncomfortable, so he moves off me and brings my arms upinto the air, cuffing my hands in shackles that he pulls from the side of his belt. He then lifts me off the ground, by tugging on the shackles. He is strong that's for sure. If he wasn't trying to kill us I would be so impressed. Looks and skill. Nice.
I am brought out of my thoughts when he walks up to a tree and comes back with a backpack. He takes out a long chain from the backpack and hooks one side to my shackles. He then picks up the other side and starts walking. Prisoner transport, is what my situation remids me of. Which rings true, since I am a prisoner now.
"Let's go. I'm going to deliver this Royal, Mind manipulator or whatever to my boss," he says pointing to Sophia. I looked at him shocked.
"What? Do you think I'm stupid. Had she been a late bloomer, you would not have turned around and fought me. Plus she is carrying a satchel with a book in. Based on you, Birds wouldn't do that. They just too dumb," he says with amusement in his eyes as he starts walking pulling me, and subsequently Sophia, along with him.
I look at him with anger. Anger for him. Anger for myself. I look down at Sophia and feel pain for letting her down. I look down at her and give a reassuring smile, the best one I can muster. My eye then catches a glimpse of her satchel and I see her name is embroidered onto the satchel, Sophia Alpha. Ag why do Alphas need to people to always know who they are, with their names everywhere, on everything. I feel frustrated for a moment, before changing my mind, remembering that they are my Leaders and I need to be respectful.
One is for sure. He picked up the small detail with ease, while fighting which proves that great perception really is a Westerners thing.
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World's Collide
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