Stacy started to sweat as the picture of her dad
killing Mark’s dad became more real. That’s where Drake and Ally met, when they
tried to get their drunken fathers to come into the houses. They wouldn’t
listen and Ally’s dad pulled a knife and killed Mark’s dad and turned on Ally
before realizing what was going on. Stacy had the scar on her right wrist all
the way down to her elbow; she had tried to protect her five year old self by
putting her arm in front of her face and now wore the scar her father always
made her cover up when he was home and not in jail.
“I know your father killed my dad, Stacy. It’s okay. There is no reason to feel ashamed; you’re not your dad. You’ve never been drunk. You’ve never pulled a knife on anyone. It’s okay.”
It isn’t right. Stacy tried to reason. My father killed your father, you should hate me.
“Maybe your right. Maybe I should hate you. But I don’t, Ally. I don’t hate you.” Mark stopped and tilted Stacy’s chin up so she looked him in the eyes. Tommy and Sam listened closely feeling on the edge of their seats, if they were sitting that is.
“I could never hate you, Stacy. Never could I hate someone as amazing as you.” Mark whispered and they held each other’s gaze. Neither one willing to break the spell. Mark leaned closer inches from Stacy’s lips. If you don’t want me to kiss you, Stacy, tell me now. Mark’s thoughts entered Stacy’s mind as did Tom’s: Oh Mark way to go! Later I’ll tell him how proud Master D. would have been for him.
And Sam’s: I’m so happy for you guys. If only I could love Tommy back then we could all be Spell Bonded with someone.
Stacy didn’t know what to do. She was seventeen and about to have her very first kiss but she didn’t want to do it in front of Tom and Sam. Stacy pulled away slightly and she could feel how hurt Mark was becoming.
Tom and Sam and watching us, Mark.
And you don’t want your first kiss to be in front of them, am I right?
You only know that because you can hear my thoughts. Mark smiled a cockeyed smiled and stood, finally releasing Stacy from his hold.
Later then. Stacy nodded and stood as well. Before they started to walk away Stacy had an idea. You want to play a trick on them? Stacy asked Mark and he smiled a yes. Just go with it then.
“I really like you Mark, but I don’t think I’m ready to date anyone yet.” Stacy said looking slightly pitiful. Markus had a hard time not laughing at the regretful look on Stacy’s face. He couldn’t tell if it was real or fake but the more he thought about it, it had to be fake.
“I guess I’ll wait then.”
“You are seventeen years old, never been kissed and this British hunk wants to kiss you, loves you and is Spell Bonded with you and you turn him down! What is wrong with you?!” A very frustrated Sam yelled in a rush as she bounded the corner and stood in front of the two Bonded teens. Markus and Stacy looked at each other and fall to the ground laughing. Sam just noticed she came out of hiding when Tom walked up beside her and asked why they were laughing.
“So I’m a hunk am I?” Markus asked and Sam turned red and glared at him.
“We were about to kiss when I-.” Stacy sat up straight as new thoughts entered her mind.
They won’t even know who killed them. It was a gruff voice and it made her shiver and feel very frightened.
Markus do we have some sort of defense thing? Stacy asked standing up quickly and looked around the small kitchen.
“Yes, why, Stacy?” Markus stood to, feeling her panic.
“BOMB!” The word had just left Stacy’s mouth when the kitchen wall blew up to bits and panic rose up in everyone. Dust and dirt floated into the air making it hard to see.
“Ally!” Markus yelled trying to find her. He didn’t want anything to happen to his Ally, she had just came to him and no one was going to take her away.
“I’m here, Drake!” Mark tackled Stacy to the ground and they hid behind the counter as he felt her mind fill with confusion. Tommy and Sam got separated by the blast and Tommy was now walking blindly. Dust and bits of rubble had gotten in his eyes and burned too bad to open.
“Sam, where are you?” He had his arms out in front of him and walked toward where he thought the table was. After walking into the wall he took a right and was very close to her, but neither one knew.
“I’m over by the table, Tommy!” She was blind too and didn’t see the man come up behind her and tie up her hands behind her back. Sam started to scream and pull away but it was too late, several men had hands holding her still.
“We’ve got the girl, let’s go!” Other men picked her up and started walking toward the hole.
“Markus do something! I can’t see!” Tommy shouted and tried, pointlessly, to wipe the dirt out of his eyes. Mark charged out from under his hiding place and tackled one of the masked men holding Sam. It was complete chaos in the cave. Bad guys from every side and more were coming. Three were on Tommy. Too many to count on Markus and none on Stacy. She was the only one able to help Sam. Let’s hope I can do this. Stacy thought then took a deep breath and stood up from her hiding place. “Hang on, Sam!” Stacy shouted and then focused very hard on the two men who were still holding her and one man started to hold the side of his head as a painful headache crept up on him and started to pull him under. He fell to the ground unaware of what had knocked him out.
“This is Sam, we have the wrong girl! Get her now, idiots!” More men came out of the hole in the wall and ran toward Stacy and overpowered her. Stacy would have called for help if the men’s thought hadn’t overpowered her as well. They all seemed to be screeching at her in every direction she turned. Unsure of if the others would hear her over the voices, which only she could hear she started to scream. Stacy wasn’t sure how to fight back, unknowing of any type of self-defiance. She placed her hands on the either side of her head trying, and failing, to keep the voice out. The men held her tight as someone hit her square in the back. A scream of pain escaped her lips and she felt blood start to pool where the man struck her. Stacy tried to fight and pull away but started to feel drained and weak. The men were outside now and loading her into the hovercraft when Markus broke through a few of them and could just see Stacy. Her entire back of her shirt was growing red with blood and she was holding her head like she had a headache. He felt her panic and pushed a very fat bad guy on to several other bad guys and watched them go flat. If Stacy wasn’t at stake, he would have laughed. Markus stated to fight his way toward Stacy shouting all the way. Only ten men stood between him and Stacy.
Nine. Eight. Seven. More men started to come out of the craft and now twenty men stood between Markus and Stacy.
“Let her go! I’m coming, Stacy! Just hang on!” Stacy felt a calm flow into her as Markus’s voice filled her ears. With that calm her reasoning came back. She didn’t know how to fight and was no use to the others. Markus had to save them not her, this she was sure. If he saved the others they could find her later and save her. But if he saved her he would be on his own with someone to protect and not help him fight.
“Markus!” Stacy’s voice sounded strained even to her ears. She tried to make it as calm as she could when she spoke again, it didn’t work.
“Markus, help the others. I’ll be fine!” She could feel the panic return as the thoughts of the men around her flooded her mind,
Morta will be pleased with us.
She won’t last a day in Morta’s hands.
Poor pretty girl won’t be pretty much longer.
Morta was right to put someone on the inside. Markus felt her panic rise and saw how frightened and how vulnerable she was without any training. Markus turned to help the others but made sure his thoughts were in her mind the entire time. Even if she didn’t respond she would hear him and that should calm her. It worked the first time it should work again.
I will get to you, Stacy. I promise.
Their taking me to Morta, Mark! They’re going to kill me! I’m so afraid. Oh Markus, what do I do?
I’ll take care of these guys then follow you by flying. Just keep talking to me okay? Everything will be fine, Stacy. I promise. Stacy was thrown into the hovercraft and was picked up by different hands. They were smaller than the grown men’s hands and it took more of them to pick Stacy up. Stacy looked at the faces of kids’ maybe ten to twelve years old putting her in a crate and putting a sweet smelling cloth over mouth. Stacy’s feelings went numb and she heard Mark’s request turn down to a whisper as the world went dark. Just keep talking to me…
“I know your father killed my dad, Stacy. It’s okay. There is no reason to feel ashamed; you’re not your dad. You’ve never been drunk. You’ve never pulled a knife on anyone. It’s okay.”
It isn’t right. Stacy tried to reason. My father killed your father, you should hate me.
“Maybe your right. Maybe I should hate you. But I don’t, Ally. I don’t hate you.” Mark stopped and tilted Stacy’s chin up so she looked him in the eyes. Tommy and Sam listened closely feeling on the edge of their seats, if they were sitting that is.
“I could never hate you, Stacy. Never could I hate someone as amazing as you.” Mark whispered and they held each other’s gaze. Neither one willing to break the spell. Mark leaned closer inches from Stacy’s lips. If you don’t want me to kiss you, Stacy, tell me now. Mark’s thoughts entered Stacy’s mind as did Tom’s: Oh Mark way to go! Later I’ll tell him how proud Master D. would have been for him.
And Sam’s: I’m so happy for you guys. If only I could love Tommy back then we could all be Spell Bonded with someone.
Stacy didn’t know what to do. She was seventeen and about to have her very first kiss but she didn’t want to do it in front of Tom and Sam. Stacy pulled away slightly and she could feel how hurt Mark was becoming.
Tom and Sam and watching us, Mark.
And you don’t want your first kiss to be in front of them, am I right?
You only know that because you can hear my thoughts. Mark smiled a cockeyed smiled and stood, finally releasing Stacy from his hold.
Later then. Stacy nodded and stood as well. Before they started to walk away Stacy had an idea. You want to play a trick on them? Stacy asked Mark and he smiled a yes. Just go with it then.
“I really like you Mark, but I don’t think I’m ready to date anyone yet.” Stacy said looking slightly pitiful. Markus had a hard time not laughing at the regretful look on Stacy’s face. He couldn’t tell if it was real or fake but the more he thought about it, it had to be fake.
“I guess I’ll wait then.”
“You are seventeen years old, never been kissed and this British hunk wants to kiss you, loves you and is Spell Bonded with you and you turn him down! What is wrong with you?!” A very frustrated Sam yelled in a rush as she bounded the corner and stood in front of the two Bonded teens. Markus and Stacy looked at each other and fall to the ground laughing. Sam just noticed she came out of hiding when Tom walked up beside her and asked why they were laughing.
“So I’m a hunk am I?” Markus asked and Sam turned red and glared at him.
“We were about to kiss when I-.” Stacy sat up straight as new thoughts entered her mind.
They won’t even know who killed them. It was a gruff voice and it made her shiver and feel very frightened.
Markus do we have some sort of defense thing? Stacy asked standing up quickly and looked around the small kitchen.
“Yes, why, Stacy?” Markus stood to, feeling her panic.
“BOMB!” The word had just left Stacy’s mouth when the kitchen wall blew up to bits and panic rose up in everyone. Dust and dirt floated into the air making it hard to see.
“Ally!” Markus yelled trying to find her. He didn’t want anything to happen to his Ally, she had just came to him and no one was going to take her away.
“I’m here, Drake!” Mark tackled Stacy to the ground and they hid behind the counter as he felt her mind fill with confusion. Tommy and Sam got separated by the blast and Tommy was now walking blindly. Dust and bits of rubble had gotten in his eyes and burned too bad to open.
“Sam, where are you?” He had his arms out in front of him and walked toward where he thought the table was. After walking into the wall he took a right and was very close to her, but neither one knew.
“I’m over by the table, Tommy!” She was blind too and didn’t see the man come up behind her and tie up her hands behind her back. Sam started to scream and pull away but it was too late, several men had hands holding her still.
“We’ve got the girl, let’s go!” Other men picked her up and started walking toward the hole.
“Markus do something! I can’t see!” Tommy shouted and tried, pointlessly, to wipe the dirt out of his eyes. Mark charged out from under his hiding place and tackled one of the masked men holding Sam. It was complete chaos in the cave. Bad guys from every side and more were coming. Three were on Tommy. Too many to count on Markus and none on Stacy. She was the only one able to help Sam. Let’s hope I can do this. Stacy thought then took a deep breath and stood up from her hiding place. “Hang on, Sam!” Stacy shouted and then focused very hard on the two men who were still holding her and one man started to hold the side of his head as a painful headache crept up on him and started to pull him under. He fell to the ground unaware of what had knocked him out.
“This is Sam, we have the wrong girl! Get her now, idiots!” More men came out of the hole in the wall and ran toward Stacy and overpowered her. Stacy would have called for help if the men’s thought hadn’t overpowered her as well. They all seemed to be screeching at her in every direction she turned. Unsure of if the others would hear her over the voices, which only she could hear she started to scream. Stacy wasn’t sure how to fight back, unknowing of any type of self-defiance. She placed her hands on the either side of her head trying, and failing, to keep the voice out. The men held her tight as someone hit her square in the back. A scream of pain escaped her lips and she felt blood start to pool where the man struck her. Stacy tried to fight and pull away but started to feel drained and weak. The men were outside now and loading her into the hovercraft when Markus broke through a few of them and could just see Stacy. Her entire back of her shirt was growing red with blood and she was holding her head like she had a headache. He felt her panic and pushed a very fat bad guy on to several other bad guys and watched them go flat. If Stacy wasn’t at stake, he would have laughed. Markus stated to fight his way toward Stacy shouting all the way. Only ten men stood between him and Stacy.
Nine. Eight. Seven. More men started to come out of the craft and now twenty men stood between Markus and Stacy.
“Let her go! I’m coming, Stacy! Just hang on!” Stacy felt a calm flow into her as Markus’s voice filled her ears. With that calm her reasoning came back. She didn’t know how to fight and was no use to the others. Markus had to save them not her, this she was sure. If he saved the others they could find her later and save her. But if he saved her he would be on his own with someone to protect and not help him fight.
“Markus!” Stacy’s voice sounded strained even to her ears. She tried to make it as calm as she could when she spoke again, it didn’t work.
“Markus, help the others. I’ll be fine!” She could feel the panic return as the thoughts of the men around her flooded her mind,
Morta will be pleased with us.
She won’t last a day in Morta’s hands.
Poor pretty girl won’t be pretty much longer.
Morta was right to put someone on the inside. Markus felt her panic rise and saw how frightened and how vulnerable she was without any training. Markus turned to help the others but made sure his thoughts were in her mind the entire time. Even if she didn’t respond she would hear him and that should calm her. It worked the first time it should work again.
I will get to you, Stacy. I promise.
Their taking me to Morta, Mark! They’re going to kill me! I’m so afraid. Oh Markus, what do I do?
I’ll take care of these guys then follow you by flying. Just keep talking to me okay? Everything will be fine, Stacy. I promise. Stacy was thrown into the hovercraft and was picked up by different hands. They were smaller than the grown men’s hands and it took more of them to pick Stacy up. Stacy looked at the faces of kids’ maybe ten to twelve years old putting her in a crate and putting a sweet smelling cloth over mouth. Stacy’s feelings went numb and she heard Mark’s request turn down to a whisper as the world went dark. Just keep talking to me…
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