Vengeance Love

Two

Gulf's heavy breaths caught in his throat as he ran full pelt through the woods. He could feel the cold grass on his bare feet, and the night air rushing past his flushed face. The twigs and brambles snagged at his legs but the adrenaline in his body kept him from feeling the sting. He looked behind him in fear, just for a moment, to see Mew closing in behind him.

"I won't be caught so easily," Gulf thought, trying to still the manic beating of his heart.

"You want to escape? Sure I'll give you a chance," Mew removed the barrel of the gun from Gulf's temple. "Run! Run as fast as you can! But if I caught you, your are mine!" Then Mew shot the ceiling "Your time start now! Go!"

Gulf tried to run faster, but his foot was caught under a tree branch. He fell with a thud to the ground. All too quickly he was laid flat on his stomach, with the cold grass against his fingers. Struggling with all his might, he tried to get up.

Then, Gulf heard footsteps getting closer and closer.

Gulf struggled harder, but his foot wouldn't budge. He then felt a weight of a foot pressed down into his lower back. Gulf squirmed, trying to work his way free but the weight on his back shift and a strong hand replaced the foot. Warm breath tickled the back of Gulf's neck.

"You put up a good chase, Gulf," Mew snarled. "I might have been chasing you all night if you hadn't fallen. Must say I'm glad that you did though."

"Let me go please," Gulf pleaded hoarsely. He turned his head in hopes Mew wouldn't see his tears, wouldn't see how weak he was.

"Don't try to run or you die and I mean it. Try to run again and you are dead on the spot."

Gulf nodded his head in compliance. What else could he do. The pain in his ankle spread throughout his entire body, and his back was beginning to ache badly. Gulf felt the barrel of the gun pushed in his temple. Gasping sharply, Gulf wanted to pull away, to flinch, but his body would not respond. Hunger, strain, apathy all made his body weak.

"You are mine now Gulf Kanawut... Body and soul!"

That the last thing Gulf heard before he lost consciousness.

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Mew took out the first aid box and ice. He walked to the bed, then picked up the washcloth and dipped it in the warm water. Mew took Gulf's limp arm which was getting cold and started gently wiping the cloth down his arm. As he worked his way down on Gulf's body, Mew saw every scrape and bruise. A little blood was coming from the cut a few inches above Gulf's knee.

Gulf was unconscious, but winced when Mew poured alcohol on his wounds.

"It's your fault for being his brother." Mew whispered. He shook his head when he saw Gulf's right ankle became black and blue and started to swell. "You are one stubborn man I ever met," Mew then picked some ice and wrapped it in the towel before wrapping it around Gulf's swollen right ankle. He watched Gulf's sleeping form for a moment before heading out of the room.

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Gulf scrunched his nose in annoyance when he felt a hot breath stirring the hair at the nape of his neck. His sleepy mind snapped to full awareness when he felt a notably strong muscular arms wrapped possessively around his bare waist.