Blood Game III

“Aimee, go ahead and cry. Don’t hold it in, that will just make it hurt more.” I shook my head against his chest. “It’s never solved anything before, it won’t solve anything now. Plus I’m not supposed to cry.” Adam lifted my head up, making eye contact with me. I got lost in his eyes again; it seemed almost as if I could look into his soul. I felt an additional pang of sadness as I stared into his eyes. “What? Why can’t you cry? And yes, Aimee, crying wont solve anything, but it helps you get your emotions out instead of bottling them up inside.” I shrugged and forced myself to look away from him, and hide my face again. I didn’t want Adam to see me weak like this. “You’re not weak Aimee. Trust me. Hell I admire you in a way; if I was in your position, I would be bawling my eyes out right now.” I smiled at this, and Adam did too. “There’s that beautiful smile, everything will be ok, I promise.” I laughed as Adam ruffled my hair, and we ended up sitting like this for quite a while, not really talking, but Adam was comforting me nonetheless.1

“I should get you back home, shouldn’t I?” Adam asked finally, god knows how much later. I shook my head. “No, I’m not going back.” “Then what are you going to do?” Adam asked, standing the both of us up. I shrugged, “Keep walking through the forest until I get somewhere I guess. If I go back the way we came, I won’t get far without my father finding me.” Adam turned his head to the side, studying me for a second. I shuddered, felt like my thoughts were being screamed out loud, so I quickly closed my mind. I saw a flicker of surprise cross Adam’s face for a millisecond. “Well I say we get going then.” Adam said, starting to walk before he even finished his sentence. I jogged to catch up to him, and then fell in step. “Where? Why we?” I asked, watching him. Adam shrugged. “Where; I have no clue in hell. Why we; because I might as well join you, I have nothing else to do. Besides that gypsy lady said I’d be good protection for you.”  Adam smirked, punching my arm playfully when he mentioned protection. In an instant I drew out my sword and had Adam pinned against a tree. “Does this look like I need protection? And I wouldn’t take the word of that gypsy. She was being ridiculous.” Adam, in the same time as I had, pulled out a sword I haven’t noticed before, and had me up against the tree. “It wasn’t just the gypsy who said it, that dead chick said it too.” Adam pointed out, and, loosening his grip against me, he added; “you also need to work on your defense reflexes if you’re going to be able to defend yourself without help from me.”2

Adam drew back, and I took the challenge, swiping my sword at an angle. Adam fought back just as good, even better than me. We fought back and forth like this, showing off our moves, until he managed to disarm me. Ducking one of his blows, I moved to the other side, and drew one of my knives. I fought Adam off slowly, backing up towards my sword, and just when I thought I could reach it, Adam swiftly switched sides and launched himself onto the ground, grabbing my sword and holding it up against me. But before either of us could make another move, a low rumbling noise reached our ears, and the earth began to shake. We exchanged glances, and Adam tossed my sword back to me. Both of us took a step in the opposite direction of each other, as we waited for what was coming towards us.3