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All Good Things Come to Those Who Wait	By : torturequeen06 Category: M through R > Predator Views: 13301 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Here's the long awaited new chapter. Sorry, that it took so long to get it out. Life got in the way. I have the next chapter started, so hopefully it won't take as long to get it out to you guys. There will probably be some errors in this chapter. I tried to edit it, but my eyes can only catch so much.
Thanks to bloodravyn, katta, and Ice DemonRanger for the reviews. I'm glad all of you are enjoying the story and I hope I don't disappoint with this chapter.
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When Jack stepped on the hardwood floor, she rounded around the stairwell and spotted a shivering Rochelle standing just before the front door. Ashley was by her side, helping her to remove her snow covered coat. Jack made a beeline for the door, but stopped her. “I wouldn’t go out there,” she told the other woman. “You might get hurt.”
“What’s going on?” Jack asked slightly worried that an Arathian had been stupid and picked a fight with B’rasch.
“Trunks and… um…” it took Rochelle several seconds to realize she did not know Trunks’ brother’s name, “his brother are fighting for some reason.”
Rolling her eyes, Jack started to head out of the door, determined to stop the two fighting. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but she was going to, or so she thought. This time, Hamilton stopped her from walking out the door. It earned him a glare, but he still did not let her go. “There are two fights you should never break up,” he started to explain to her. “A fight between yautja and a fight between siblings. This is both. It would be best just to leave them alone.”
“But-” started Jack but she was cut off by Hamilton. “Just leave them alone,” he repeated.
Jack huffed, turned, and headed into the living room. If she couldn’t stop them, then the least she could was watch and make sure they didn’t try to kill each other. Of course, she knew the two brothers wouldn’t get that into the fight, but it was better to be safe than sorry. For all she knew, the two could hate each and actually want to murder one other. If that was the case, she knew who she would want to win. Of course, she was a little biased about the whole thing.
There was a window in the living room that allowed Jack, along with everyone else, to see the spectacle of the fighting brothers, and that was where they all gathered. The fighting arena was easy to distinguish since the snow was nearly vacant from that area. Since the fight had not been going on long neither of them were out of breath or bleeding. There might be a few bruises, but it was hard to tell from the distance (it was hard to tell normally). All Jack could think was that it was going to be a long fight. Jack sighed. She just hoped she didn't get bored and forget why she was watching in the first place.
At that particular moment, Mar’tak had B’rasch in a headlock and was grinning like a mad man at his brother struggled to get out of it.
In one fluid motion, B’rasch managed to grab his brother by the back of the neck and toss the larger male over his shoulder. There was a small second of feeling triumph for B’rasch, but it was shattered when his older brother managed to land on his feet, resulting in pissing B’rasch off even more. Mar’tak had always been the better fighter out of the two. He was quick, strong, and damn near graceful while he fought. A much younger B’rasch had looked up to his older brother, but the older B’rasch couldn’t help but feel annoyed and jealous of Mar’tak. Sure, B’rasch wasn’t the worse fighter in the clan, but compared to his older brother, he looked like a bumbling, clumsy weakling. It made him train harder, but still, he could never measure up to Mar’tak.
Years of self-loathing and resentment toward his brother came out in a matter of seconds. Thoroughly angry, B’rasch charged at his older brother full force. Timing it just right, Mar’tak spun to the right, moving out of the way of his charging brother and managing to kick him in the rear as he passed by. Jack and the rest of the audience in the house laughed not only at the fact B’rasch literally got his ass kicked, but the confused look on his face when he turned to stare at his grinning brother.
Never did B’rasch expect his brother to do such a thing. It was surprising enough to give him pause and evaluate the situation. Why had the fight broke out in the first place? He couldn’t even remember, and he was pretty sure Mar’tak wouldn’t either, since that was how all of their sibling fights ended with the addition of being exhausted and bruised (B’rasch more than Mar’tak). It had to be something small. They never physically fought on the important things, those were the things that they discussed, knowing that if it got physical, one would not be left alive (B’rasch). It was best just to talk about them, with mediator to ensure that a true fight did not break out.
Not recalling the reason the fight had broken out, B’rasch started to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Mar’tak was quick to join in. Still laughing, Mar’tak walked forward and clapped his large hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Come, brother,” he managed to get out, “let us go in where it is warm.” Feeling better, B’rasch agreed and headed inside the house, his brother following closely behind him.
Shaking her head, Jack watching as the two brothers walk toward the house, both smiling at each other and talking in a language that no one but them understood (she was still a little sore about that). “Men,” she huffed quietly to herself. No matter what the species, males always seem to be doing something stupid and then laughing over it after it was done, even if they got hurt.
Though it was meant for her, Hamilton heard Jack’s one word testament and had to comment on it. “That’s not a man thing, it’s a sibling thing,” he pointed out. There were many times he and Monro would get into fights over the littlest of things, and then make up with a bout of laughter. Maybe not so much when Hamilton had been younger. Until he had grown into an adult, Monro had mainly looked down at his brother in contempt. Thinking about it, the contempt never left his brother’s eyes, even when they were laughing at how immature they had been acting.
Hamilton tried to get his brother’s hateful eyes out of his mind by asking Jack and Ashley about their sibling fights they must have had. “We didn’t fight,” Jack stated glancing at her brother in confirmation, and he nodded. “I mean, we argued and disagreed about stuff sometimes, but we never physically fought.”
“It’s because I always knew she could kick my ass,” joked Ashley, making everyone laugh.
There was a comment bubbling up in Hamilton of the twins not fighting, but he forced it back down. B’rasch and his brother had finally made it back inside and Jack was no longer listening to him. A pang of jealousy hit him when he saw Jack’s eyes light up when they landed on B’rasch, but he quickly crushed it. Jack was his friend and that was as far as he wanted to take the relationship. After all of his failed marriages (he had plenty of time to accumulate many) being in a relationship was the last thing on his mind.
Almost as soon as he stepped into the door, Jack was in his vision. The female’s hands were on her hips, gazing up at him in a mild glare. “Really?” she chided. That one word said a lot to B’rasch. It told him how stupid it had been for him and his brother to have been fighting, which he already knew. The noise they had created could have attracted unwanted attention from various sources, and them being outside in the open for too long was a very bad thing.
Jack sighed when she saw defeat in B’rasch’s eyes. He knew what he and his brother had done wasn’t the brightest of things and felt chagrined because of it. “Just remember, we have enemies that could be hiding in the woods, and they have very good ears.” She was, of course, referring to the Arathians.
B’rasch puffed up his chest. “Mar’tak and I could collect any of their skulls without any harm coming to us.”
Though the statement was a little morbid, Jack found the whole thing cute. His show of pride was adorable. Of course, she would never say that aloud, ever. That would probably be the worst thing she could say to him. Might damage that pride just a little, especially saying it with so many witnesses. So, aloud she said, “Just be careful. Arathians are really sneaky and they’re not afraid to stab you while your back’s turned.”
Not really having much to say on the matter, B’rasch nodded. He understood what Jack was saying. From experience he knew the Arathians were quiet, but he also knew that he could hear them, especially if he was wearing his mask. That was part of the reason he tried to wear his mask as much as possible while he was in that house, surrounded by Arathians. He really did not trust them, even if they were supposed to be on his side and did help him and Jack escape.
Then, his stomach growled making him forget about his mistrust of the Arathians and think of nothing else but getting food. The fight with his brother had taken up a lot of energy and he needed to refuel it. He was going to have to hunt, just as he was sure his brother would as well.
He didn’t know why he did it, but B’rasch looked to Jack as if to ask permission to hunt. The female just laughed at him. “Go take care of that. Just be careful and don’t go too far from the house, just in case.” That last he knew was not a just in case he got hurt, it was a just in case the house got attacked. B’rasch nodded once to let Jack know he understood, and then walked out of the house, his brother following closely behind him.
Once B’rasch and his brother’s large forms disappeared into the woods, Jack sighed and turned around. “So, what are we going to do now?” The fight had offered them a short amount of entertainment, which the Arathian hideout offered very little of. There was very little to do and the two most popular time wasters were training and sleeping. Per “doctor’s” orders, Jack had been mainly doing to latter. Already she could feel the weight packing on, though she had hardly eaten anything and she had lost a lot of it before their escape. All the heavy foods Selest had been feeding her made her long to work out, but if the female found out that was what Jack was doing, there would be hell to pay. Maybe she would chance it by just doing something small, like walking on a treadmill. She already walks around most of the day; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
Ashley wrapped his arm around his fiancé’s shoulders. “I think we’re going to go take a nap.” In other words, Rochelle was going to take a nap and Ashley was going to wait until she fell asleep, wiggle out of their cuddling position, and then find something peaceful to do that involved him staying awake (most likely finding a nice book to read).
Jack nodded her head in understanding and her brother led the pregnant Rochelle up the stairs to their shared bedroom. Once the couple was on the move, Jack turned toward Hamilton. “Lead the way,” he said making an arm sweeping motion in no particular direction. He had no idea what to do either. The bad thing about the Arathians, their entertainment was limited, very limited. Mainly, you have books, the gym, or some other non-electronic form of time wasting. With all the technology they had, the Arathians didn’t have a TV. Hamilton felt it was almost better to be at the military compound. He was sure Jack didn’t feel that way, but at least they could watch a movie.
Not really knowing what to do, Jack headed toward the lift that would take them down to the lower levels. There really wasn’t much to do down there either but train and get prodded by needles, but she was almost positive that she could think of something since she really wasn’t supposed to do anything- sneaking on that treadmill did sound amazing though). She ran all the other options in her mind and it just kept coming back to training. It was the only thing she knew she could do and make her not only happy, but feel better (probably would make her sick at the same time).
With her mind made up, she turned to Hamilton. “I’m going to train,” she stated boldly. “I can’t stand this sitting around and do nothing but eat or sleep. I have to do work out or I’m going to go crazy!” She hoped that was enough to convince him to not tell his mother.
“Is there any way I can get you to change your mind?” When she shook her head he said, “Okay. It looks like we’re going to go to the gym.” Jack sighed with relief. He understood how she was feeling, and he wasn’t going to try and stop her. “On one condition.” Jack nearly groaned when that three worded sentence left his lips. “Don’t push yourself enough to where poison acts up. If my mother finds out about this, you’re not the only one she’s going to be pissed at.” That was understandable, and so, Jack agreed to the term.
There was a visible bounce in Jack’s step as they walked down the many halls and arrived at the gym (Arathians just called it the training room). As the pair neared the room, a loud ruckus was heard coming from it. There were cheers, jeers and chants. Confused, the two walked into the room to see what all the noise was about. When they entered, there was a very large crowd forming a circle around one of the large mats in the room, Arathians on one side and humans on the other. In the center of the circle was Anthony and an Arathian Jack had never met before, the pair were fighting.
Jack raised her eyebrows as she turned to Hamilton. “I thought Arathians didn’t condone violence?”
“Times are a-changin’,” replied Hamilton with a toothy grin on his face. Jack gave him a look that wiped the grin off of his face. “What, I’m allowed to have a stupid grin on my face every once in a while.” Jack’s only response to that was to roll her eyes.
Walking along the edge of the group, Jack and Hamilton attempt to find someone that they know. After five minutes of searching, they finally found Mark, his loud cheering giving him away. It wasn’t hard to push through the crowd to reach him at the front. “Who’s winning?!” asked Jack shouting over the mass of people.
“Anthony!” he responded back excitedly. Jack was very impressed, and even more so when Mark added, “This is the third guy he’s beaten in a row.” She had known that Anthony was abnormally strong, but she hadn’t thought he was that strong. Whatever her mother had done to him, she had done it well.
With one last throw, the Arathian submitted leaving Anthony the victor. The pair left on good terms, by shaking hands; neither of them out of breath. The Arathian was smiling, having enjoyed a good sparring match. There wasn’t a smile on Anthony’s face, but everyone knew he wasn’t one to smile (or laugh, or do anything that showed too much emotion).
A smiled played on Jack’s face. She had decided what she wanted to do with for her workout. “Hey, Anthony!” she called stepping onto the mat. “Think you can beat me?”
Hamilton shakes his head, not even attempting to stop Jack from the stupidity she was about to commit. Even if he tried, her mind was set. She was going to fight Anthony no matter how much trouble it could get her and him in with Selest or how much damage it could possibly do to her body. When his mother found out about this fight, and she was going to, he was going to hear the worst tongue lashing in all of history. He would get it worse than Jack would. Then, Mark turned to him. “I bet you a grand Jack loses.” And all worries about his mother were over. “I’ll take that bet, he replied, shaking Mark’s hand. Now, his focus was on nothing but Jack winning the match.
Anthony waste no time in accepting Jack’s challenge. He steps forward with a smile on his face, which unsettled Jack, even more so since he actually had a lovely smile. The smile quickly vanishes as he charges forward, trying to take her by surprise and knock her on her back. Jack quickly dodges to the side, glad that her reflexes had been tampered with. Anthony was really fast, a lot faster than she thought. If her body hadn’t been upgraded, she would have been flat on her back wondering what the hell just happened.
“Really, Anthony? I that really how you want to start off this fight?” she asked after she turned to face him, her hands on her hips.
Once again, Anthony smiles. “Just making sure you was paying attention.”
“Well, I was.” Jack positioned herself into a fighting stance. “Now, don’t get too upset when I kick your ass.”
For a while now, Jack had wanted to fight Anthony and see who was better, and now, it was finally going to happen. When he got into his fighting stance, her heart was thumping so hard it drowned out the roar of the crowd. This was it. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She and Anthony were finally going to fight and see who was manufactured better.
Then, it happened. The one thing she didn’t want to come to pass did. Selest walked into the room and her eyes immediately fell to Jack. It was shocking to see how quick curiosity could turn into fury in the woman’s eyes. Yep, Jack was definitely going to hear about this. But, she wasn’t going to go down alone. Oh no. Hamilton was going to feel his mother’s wrath just as much as she was. Jack made sure of it by running to him, and gripping his arm tight so he couldn’t run away.
“What are you doing?!” he asked in an almost panicked tone.
“If I’m going down, you’re going with me.” She started to drag him toward the center of the circle.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered to himself. To Jack he said, “I hate you so much right now.”
All Jack could do was stare back at the woman, having lost all the excuses she had made in her mind just seconds ago. The staring contest lasted until the room grew awkwardly quiet; Jack being the first one to look away. There was something about Selest that scared her slightly. Maybe it was the fact that the Arathian female was so much sterner than Jack’s mother had been. But Jack put it to the fact that behind that calm exterior, there was a killing machine just waiting for the right time to come out, and Jack didn’t want to be the one that let it out. Jack was strong, but she didn’t think she was strong enough to take on Selest.
The breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding released when Selest rolled her eyes. “I should have known that this would have happened,” she proclaimed in Arathian. “There was never a chance of you not getting yourself into a fight.” Though it wasn’t a question, Jack still shook her head, a whisper of a smile appearing on her face. “I will have Churo make you some of that concoction of hers to keep with you at all times until we can find a better alternative.” Then, she turned to Hamilton. “I will give you some to keep as well, just in case she,” she indicated to Jack with a nod of her head, “loses hers.”
Though most of her brain was celebrating, there was still a small part left to feel the sting of the insult. Jack was not irresponsible and didn’t have a tendency to lose things that were important. In fact, she hardly ever lost anything period. Selest’s words were unjust and had been meant for nothing more than to hurt.
Jack just shrugged it off. If Selest was mad at Jack for being herself, then that was her problem, not Jack’s. Right then, all she wanted to do was fight Anthony and finally see which one of them was better “made”. Up until she had actually seen him fight, Jack would have bet on her. But just witnessing that short bit that she did, she wasn’t so sure. His speed was just one of the problems. Every move that he made was calculated and precise. Almost as if he knew how the fight was going to turn out before he even started. That was something Jack could not do. When she fought, she fought as hard as she could so that she could win quickly and live to fight another day.
The pair stared each other down as soon as Selest walked out of the room. Jack couldn't keep the smile off of her face, but Anthony was a different matter. He was very calm and collect, something Jack found unnerving in the man. It was hard to read what someone was going to do when you couldn't see any hint of emotions on their face nor in their eyes. If Jack could guess though, she would say he was bubbling with the same amount of excitement on the inside. Without any prompting, the two separated themselves from the large group and headed to the center of the mat. They both got into their preferred fighting stance waiting for the other to make the first move. Just when Jack had finally decided that she was going to make the first move, someone had to go and ruin it. "This fight isn't fair!" Everyone turned toward the voice. Jack didn't recognize the man, but she knew he was one of the humans that had decided to stay with the Arathians. The glares he received from a majority of the people in the room did not deter him one bit. "It isn't!" he defended. When it was apparent no one knew why the fight was unfair, he decided to explain. "Anthony just got done fighting, so if he lost, then he could blame it on that. If Jack lost she could just blame it on the poison. Either way, the outcome of the battle wouldn't be fair."
"I can see that logic," stated Hamilton, earning him a death-glare from Jack. "Just wait until my mother finds the cure and then you can fight Anthony. It's not like he's going to go anywhere any time soon."
Yeah, but how long am I going to be here. Jack's head snapped back to the man. "I'm always going to remember you as the guy that took this fight away from me."
"Bitch please, you'll forget me in a couple of days."
Not knowing what to say to that, Jack just walked out of the room. Hamilton was close on her heels. "I'm not mad," she admitted, knowing what he was going to ask her as soon as he made his way beside her. "In fact, I'm a little relieved." She felt slightly better when she said it aloud. "As much as I hate to say it, I'm pretty sure he would have kicked my ass."
"I never thought in a hundred years I would hear Jack Evans say such a thing." Hamilton may have been joking, but something about the sentence depressed Jack. "Hey Hamilton, how old are you?" It was random and rude of her to ask, she felt she needed to ask.
"Do you want my age according to the human calendar or how many I am according to my mother's people?" A good question to him, a stupid on to Jack, and she gave him a look to tell him so. He sighed. "I have no idea what year I was born, but I'm old enough to have participated in your civil war. According to my mother's people, I'm in my early thirties." He knew where she was headed with it and added, "You'll live as long as I do, if you learn not to pick a fight with the wrong person." Both shared a chuckle at that one.
"Is living that long hard?"
"Not at first. I was living with people that aged at the same time that I did, so I didn't even notice it, and Arathians don't really keep track of how old they are like humans do. But, after I got kicked out, it did become hard. I watched people I cared about age decades before my eyes without even gaining a single wrinkle. I had to keep moving ever ten years or so to keep people from being suspicious of me. I almost got burned as a warlock once." That day had not been a fun one. Hamilton had manage to cut himself with a hunting knife while skinning a deer, while hunting with some friends. They saw him heal miraculously fast. Some thought it was a miracle, but a majority thought him in league with the Devil and it was deemed the only way to purge themselves of him was to burn him. Never in his life had he been glad to be blessed with the Arathian strength. If it hadn't been for that, he would never had gotten out of his cell.
"That still doesn't tell me how old you are. The Civil War and the witch burning were two different time periods." Jack may not have paid close attention in school, but she did know at least that much.
Hamilton rolled his eyes. "My age really doesn't matter, does it? You're worried about how long you're going to live." A gentle touch on her arm made her stop and face him. "You're going to live a long time Jack. A very long time. The people you care about will die, their children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren will die before you get your first wrinkle. Cities will be built, fall, be forgotten, and then rebuilt before you get your first gray hair."
"You're not helping any at all," Jack cut in. "You're making me even more depressed."
"I'm sorry, but that's how it is. The only thing you can do to alleviate the pain is to leave, and cut all ties here. B'rasch's people are long lived as well, but they still don't live as long as we will."
"Are you saying we shouldn't go with him?"
Hamilton shook his head. "Not at all. We'll have plenty of time to spend with him. I'm just letting you know he will go before we do." Humans have always been on the hunt for "immortality" or a way to extend their time on the planet for an unnatural period of time for them, but when actually faced with the cold hard facts they realize just how lonely they would be. Lucky enough for Jack, she has met some people that can live as long as she can and even made some friends (and enemies) among them. Living out her years would be a little easier, expect for her brother. Hamilton knew Ashley would be the one thing Jack would regret leaving behind.
"There's no way for me to go back to being normal? What if another chip was implanted in my brain."
"All the chip did was make you forget. You were still changed. It was your brain that limited you. You would keep on aging the way I do, but you just wouldn't remember why." It was time to put an end to the topic. "Let's stop talking about it. If my mother overheard what you were saying, she would get upset. Every change she made to you she saw as a gift. She would think that you didn't appreciate it."
I don't, she thought to herself, but aloud she said, "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Besides, it's not like you're going to be lonely. You'll have me and B'rasch with you for as long as you can stand us." The comment was meant to make her laugh or smile, or do something other than seem depressed. It didn't do as it intended, but to make Hamilton feel better, Jack forced a small smile on her face. He could tell that it was forced, but he decided to drop it. There was no point in dragging out that topic any more than it had been. All it was going to do was make Jack even more depressed. If he could turn her back into a normal human, he would, but he couldn't. No one could. Not even his mother who had changed Jack in the first place. It had been a miracle that Jack had survived the change in the first place. Trying to revert her back might kill her. Of course, he was going to keep that to himself, since it would do nothing to brighten her mood. "Let's go see if B'rasch is back," suggested Hamilton, throwing an arm carelessly around her shoulders.
When they finally reached the main house, there was no sign of B'rasch or his brother. The only people that were in the house was Ashley and Rochelle, both sitting at the dining room table. Rochelle was looking a little green which prompted Jack to ask if she was okay. "I'm fine," Rochelle reassured her with a weak smile. "Just a little nauseous is all. Ate something that he didn't agree with." She patted her belly when she said he.
"Oh, so you've already decided the sex, have you?" Ashley asked in a teasing tone. His fiancée nodded her head stubbornly insisting her baby was going to be a boy. "I would rather have a girl. I don't think I could stand another male stealing all of your attention away from me. I'm a very jealous man, you know." Jack smacked him on the back of the head lightly. "Ow. Oh come on, I was just joking."
"I know. It's been a while since I hit you, I figured you were overdue."
A light chuckle fell from Ashley's lips as he stood up. "I'm going to get some water. Do you want some?" he asked Rochelle. She shook her head and then made a face that said she immediately regretted shaking her head. Then, he headed for the kitchen.
"I see, not going to offer your only sister a glass of water," Jack called after him.
"You can get it your damn self," he replied over his shoulder.
Once in the kitchen, he went on a hunt for glasses, still not knowing where everything was. When they were finally located, he grabbed two and headed toward the refrigerator where he filled them up. Rochelle may have said she didn't want any water, but he was going to get her some anyways. He was sure that drinking some might make her feel a little better if she sipped it slowly. Maybe. Like he really knew. He was a scientist, not a doctor. Pregnant women was something he had never studied before nor thought of studying since he had decided long ago that he was going to have kids or get married. His parents had set a bad example on how to be parents and he never had the intention of taking the chance of mentally screwing up his children. But then Rochelle came along and all those ideas went right out the window. Never had he imagined a single person could make him change so much. Of course, not everything had changed. He could still be a dick at times (most of the time) but he tried hard to make sure that side of him was never toward her, though sometimes it just happened.
With the two glasses almost filled to the brim, he turned to head back into the dining room, but stopped dead. There was someone standing right in front of him, and he had never even heard him walk into the room. Just by the odd coloring in the eyes (a sickly yellow), Ashley knew it was an Arathian. The odd knife in the male's hand told Ashley that he wasn't a friendly. "J-" he started to shout, but was interrupted when the blade forced its way into his chest.
A million things went through Ashley's mind at that moment, but the one thing his body did was drop the glasses and grab the Arathian's wrist and make sure he couldn't move. It wasn't to hold the man until his sister and Hamilton showed up, but to make sure the knife stayed in its place. If that knife came out, Ashley knew he was as sure as dead. He would bleed out before anyone could even think of a way to help him. With his opponent being so much stronger than him, he had no idea if it was even possible for him to keep the male from pulling the blade out, but he sure as hell was going to try. He would be damned if he was going to let someone take him away from this world just when things were starting to go right for him. No matter how strong the Arathian was, he was going to keep that knife in his chest and he was going to live and grow old with Rochelle and watch his kid grow up to be smart like him and strong like Jack.
Out of nowhere there was a sickening crunch and the Arathian let go of the hilt. When Ashley found the ability to focus on something other than holding the hand in place, he saw Hamilton pushing the other male away from him. The attempted murderer cradled his arm to his chest, his hand dangling in a position that shouldn't have been possible if the bone had been intact. Ashley didn't remember blacking out, but it had been long enough to completely change the scene. Hamilton was holding him, setting him close to the floor while he yelled at Jack to go kill the Arathian. Rochelle was in the room as well, her face pale and panic stricken. Jack was heading out of the now broken window in the kitchen, going after the man that had put her brother in such a state. She probably thinks I'm dead, thought Ashley.
Before he passed out a final time, the last thing he remembered doing was grabbing Hamilton's hand that had traveled to the hilt of the blade protruding from his chest. "Don't take it out," he commanded, though he wasn't sure if he had said it aloud or not. He would know when he woke up. If he woke up.
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