Protecting the Royal Idiot

Protecting the Royal Idiot - Chapter 19

Okay, well this is for ColorfulBeads, who's been telling me all week to upload. :P

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Chapter 19

"Wake up, sleeping beauty," Ryan said loudly. I sighed loudly and buried my face into something soft and warm. It was funny how something could be so warm, despite how cold it was down here.

"You look about ready to devour my jacket," Ryan chuckled. My eyes fluttered open, and I realized I was burrowing into Ryan's jacket. I wrinkled my nose. I found myself curled up against him like an armadillo. I flushed slightly and got up, dusting off my hands.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked drowsily. I grimaced, putting one hand on the wall for support.

"About ten minutes," Ryan said, getting up and stretching. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You couldn't let me sleep longer?!" I said. Seriously, I could've slept for an hour. I honestly haven't been getting much sleep these past few days. Ryan shrugged. I shivered, remembering how cold it was.

"As much as I was enjoying it," he said, "I had to wake you up. We need to meet up with Alan and George."

I scowled, but the more I thought about it, waking me up was pretty thoughtful. I mean, not for me. But for Mr. BTM and Alan. Like, they're probably waiting on us, losing their patience and whatnot.

My teeth started chattering, so I rubbed my arms with my hands. I tried to warm myself up in every way possible. Finally, Ryan took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. I pulled it on over my head, letting the sleeves hang loosely over my hands. I was engulfed in warmth... and in Ryan's scent. Yeah, it sounds strange, but it was... pleasant. I guess.

"Thanks," I said gratefully, stuffing my hands in the jacket pockets.

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"Drop the gun."

I could hear the steely edge in the Mr. BTM's voice. The assassin, however, did not drop her gun. She looked like a cat, covered from head to toe in black fabric. She circled around with Mr. BTM, barely making a sound when she took a step. Her gun was pointed precisely at Mr. BTM's head, as indicated by the red dot coming from the pistol. She was quick and deadly at the same time, and that's a terrifying combination.

Even though I wasn't cold anymore, now I was shivering with fear. I saw Alan pull out his own pistol. He cocked it, and it made a loud click. The assassin whipped around to point her gun at him and took a shot that barely made a sound. Neither the bullet nor the gun made a sound, but Alan did. He screamed in pain and dropped to the ground, clutching his stomach. Then the assassin fell to the ground as well, with an apparent bullet wound appearing on her back.

It was all happening so fast, I barely had time to react. My eyes were fixed on Alan's unmoving body as Mr. BTM tried to pick him up. Ryan left my side to go help Mr. BTM with Alan's body. I felt my eyes begin to blur with tears as I saw my literal partner in crime's body hang limply. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them.

"He'll be fine," Ryan said softly, helping me up. I nodded, although I could barely believe him. Alan had taken the bullet through his gut. As Ryan walked over to pick Alan up again, uncontrollable tears spilled out of my eyes.

I sobbed and fell down, at the side of the assassin who had possibly killed my partner. The best and only partner I've ever had, but I took him for granted. And truth be told, he was beginning to become my best friend over the last few months.

The assassin's body was motionless, while my own body was convulsing with sobs. It wasn't only the fact that Alan was shot. It was also the fact that I could be traumatized for the rest of my life, having the image of someone being shot tattooed in my mind.

"Don't worry, Jenna. I swear on my life that he'll be fine," Ryan said softly. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up off the ground. I hugged him back, taking out all my tears on his shirt. When I felt all cried out, I pulled away, noticing I had left him with a tearstained shirt. He tried forcing a small smile, but his eyes looked hard and sad.

"Please believe me," he pleaded. I looked up at him, realizing he desperately wanted to make me feel better. That he actually wanted to make this better. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat.

"I believe you."

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