Alexandria Ackerman: Here it is! Enjoy the party! C-:

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Guest: Hey! I promise I will finish it! And the smut will be posted before you know it. Just a little more patience :P

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Man I love torturing Addy. Kind of a weird chapter. Apologies my loves.

See you soon! The story is slowwwwly coming to an end.

Quick question for you all! Would you rather see Elmont zapping to our world of being zapped to his world?

I'm having a discussion with a friend of mine at school and we can't figure it out :0

'Been lookin' all over for ye.' Jon bent down into my line of vision and studied my face with a cruel grin.

'Ye cause a lot of trouble for us. And yer friends. Ye didn't help them by runnin' either.'

I tried to steady myself on the wall behind me but a wave of nausea overcame me. He had thrown me hard and it was a miracle I wasn't knocked out cold. So that probably meant a concussion.

I could see him more clearly. Jon was wearing the same outfit as before, leather belts across his burly form to keep his weapons in place. Greasy strands of hair partly covering his eyes.

After the initial shock my mood turned to anger. Mostly at myself but also at him as he pointed the sword towards me in an intimidating way. Angry at Garth, angry at William and pretty much everyone else.

'Yer not bein followed.' He noted when it remained quiet in the street he pulled me out of. He grinned at me 'Yer lucky I found ye then, the others aint tha' nice.'

He dropped his sword and I tensed up, seeing an opportunity. The point of his sword was pointing downwards, with one motion I went for the knife on my belt.

Or tried to.

He grabbed both my arms and flung me on the pavement. His boot pressing into my ribcage. I tasted blood and my hands gripped his boot. But he only pressed harder onto my sternum and I panicked. Breathing became painful, I sweat I could hear the cracking underneath his boot. Panicking, my hands were trembling as they strained hard to push the boot away. But I knew I could not hold this up much longer.

I thought of my knife but it was out of reach. It's handle dug into my ribs and I couldn't move.

'Get the fuck off of me.' I tried to say as intimidating as possible. But his boot was cutting off my air supply and I could only manage to say it with a huff.

He squatted, his full weight on my ribs. Blood rushed to my head and an excruciating pain exploded in my chest. 'Ye have any more tricks ye want te try wench?'

I shook my head. I could do nothing but lay there and gasp for air as I watched. My eyes filled with terror as he looked me up and down.

'Good.' He didn't release the pressure on my sternum 'It was stupid.'

He leaned in once more, black spots started to appear in my vision. 'Don't do somthin like tha' again. You understand?' He warned me.

I hissed between pressed teeth.

I looked at him, I realize now that I really shouldn't have. He wanted to do something to me. But he took his time which seemed to take an immense amount of willpower. The muscles in his neck where tight, his hand balled into a fist.

He would rip me to pieces if I made a wrong move. But I collected myself. I would try my damndest to take that asshole down with me. But with all of his 250 pounds of him towering over me, I was starting to wonder if I was able to stop him. Probably not.

Damnit think! What did I have on me? And I had a very bad temper when it came to my friends being injured? And a knife. All right, that was useful. But I couldn't reach it if I kept being pressed to the pavement. And it was close range, which meant he would skewer me with his sword before I could say 'oh shit'.

My bag. With the bean. And both were out of my range. My belt. At the very least I could try an strangle him with it if I could get it unbuckled before he killed me.

'Ye know the things I'm gonna do te ye?' He hissed.

The weight on my chest lifted suddenly but a swift kick to my side made curl upon myself. If I didn't grab this opportunity, I might not get another one.

'Let's start with yer tongue. Ye don't need that.'

An arm wrapped around my waist and I was roughly pulled around to my back. His arm now pressed down on my throat as he practically crawled on top of me. My survival instincts screamed at me and I brought my hand towards his neck, connecting with a thud.

Jon reeled backwards and I covered his mouth with my hands. He went down as if he had glass bones, my knife sticking out of his neck. Sticky, warm blood covered my hands as he made rattling sound. My hands shook but I glared at him determinedly, keeping my hands on his mouth. We looked at each other for a while. Even when the light in his eyes dimmed, I kept staring.

I bit back a startled sob. I just did it. I just killed someone and I barely thought about it. I just did.

The phrase I heard so many times when I was studying to become a nurse echoed through my head.

First, do no harm.

First, do no harm.

First, do no harm.

My chest was stinging from the bruise that was probably blooming. My body ached with cuts and other bruises that I didn't even know about.

Why was it me that had been chosen for this. This kind of … thing. I couldn't save anyone, I couldn't fight. I was just a normal girl with zero ability in anything that would help my friends.

I never forgot about it, this night. It was the first time I killed a human being. And I felt it with every fibre of my being.

I had murdered someone.

Some time had passed, I'm not sure how long.

My hands still covered Jon's mouth and I was still staring at him.

I heard my name being called. I twisted around to look behind me.

A familiar mop of blonde hair.

And in his eyes an emotion I could not place.

Two hands on my face, thumbs rubbing over my cheeks. 'Thank God I found you.'

I started a little. I had been so lost in my panicked thoughts that it took a while for me to fully acknowledge him. He was so packed with all these weapons, knives, daggers, sword, bow, axe it was crazy. It was a strange sight to see him like this. So uncomfortable with all the dangerous objects strapped to his back.

'Are you hurt? Tell me what I can do?' Howard spoke softly, smiling at me as he stroked my cheek again.

I frowned 'Why are you here?'

His eyes flitted to the corpse next to me.

'Howard.' I raised my voice 'What are you doing here?'

A disbelieving expression on his face and then he laughed a little.

Why … what the hell was he doing here. Last time we saw each other when he was in the infirmary. So why was he casually strolling around town, unhurt and walking into me the exact moment I was attacked. Or more specifically after I was attacked.

I snapped my face away from his hold and I almost staggered back with the effort.

'Addy.'

'You can't be here.' My voice was unyielding even as I stood up on shaky knees. What a sight I was, covered in blood and a knife still in my hand.

Howard swiftly reclaimed the distance I had just put between us. I noticed he was eyeing his surroundings. He was looking at Jon, at me, at the street behind him, at the knife and finally at the bag a few feet away from me.

It registered and my heart thumped into an erratic rhythm.

I stepped backwards towards the bag, effectively breaking his stare-a-thon with the bag.

'What I have endured tonight…' He started, voice edged with something that sent a shiver up my spine.

I lanced him with a building look of distrust.

'What you have endured tonight.' I echoed scathingly 'Why are you here Howard? Stop messing around with me.'

His young boyish face twisted in confusion 'I do not know what you mean.'

'Why the hell are you here for?!' I demanded angrily, I started pointing the knife at him. There was a good 6 feet between us so it wasn't all that intimidating. But here I was freaking the hell out and he wasn't giving me answers.

'You need to come back to the Abbey with me.' He said as he reached out for my arm.

So I was right about his intentions in running into me. There was no way I was about to turn back to the Abbey and…

'How did you know I was in the Abbey?' I took another step backwards and he quickly wrapped his hand around my wrist that held the knife.

He just kept his hand there but flinched when he heard me ask the question again. 'You need to come with me, it will be alright. I promise.'

'I'm not going back.' My voice was tense and fast.

'You are.' He said, matching my refusal with the same stubbornness. 'He would be merciful if you came back of your own free will.'

I stared at him, not saying a word.

He looked at me hopefully 'When I spoke to them, they promised me it would be alright.'

'They?' I croaked 'Did you just stand there just now?'

I looked at him in disbelief, eyes widening at the realization 'Did you just watch that filth beat me, hurt me and almost rape me?'

It was painful to feel like this. So incredibly stupid.

'Yes. But I was about to interfere, he was only meant to scare you. Nothing more. I wouldn't let him hurt you!'

All the air had left me and it was replaced with a heavy stone that sat in my chest. I stared at him as the words sunk in.

'They said you would need to beg Lord Edward for forgiveness.' He smiled 'That wouldn't be so hard would it?'

I shook my head and wrenched my wrist from his hands. Who fed Howard such rubbish? And when? Howard was obviously believing he was doing the right thing. And now he was used as what? As a bloodhound to locate me and negotiate the return of that magical bean? Was it Owen's plan?

'Please come back with me. I will keep you safe. Return the bean and it will be alright.'

Unlike Howard I didn't trust the validity of any of Owen's words. There was no freaking way he would spare me or Howard from any sort of punishment. That man did not have an inch of compassion. And the only way I was going back to that Abbey was if Howard dragged me there against my will.

'I am not going back.' I spat 'Not after what they did. What the hell is wrong with you.'

'Addy,' he pleaded 'Listen to me. I will explain.'

'You need to explain a shitload. What does he want?'

Howard shrugged 'He wants the city, he wants gold, riches what does that matter?'

I shook my head in disbelief.

'What does it matter?' I repeated as if I hadn't heard him correctly.

'It does not matter because I will keep you safe from all this.' He smiled faintly.

For anyone else, it would probably be pretty hard to argue with a puppy-dog-eyed blond man, but I was beyond pissed off. I glared at him and I shook a bit. 'Edward is insane. He's freaking insane and you want to bargain with him?'

'He is just greedy.' He paused 'Greed makes leaders, kings, civilizations.'

'Dude… what?' I scrunched up my face and I trailed off. 'You.. what…?'

'Greed make the greatest giants of all, don't they? So he will give us what we need and we will get out of here.' Howard replied too quickly, his voice even.

'And what do we need? Gold?' I said, gritting my teeth 'Where we will go? What will I do? What about the people we love.'

It was his turn to glare now 'We are protecting them, can't you see?'

I let him settle for a moment before saying, 'You don't abandon them. You don't leave them. You don't destroy the people that you love!'

This was getting out of hand and we needed to stop this. I wanted to calm down before the whole situation went even further south. But Howard was stubborn and if I gave in to him there was no going back.

The bag was still on the floor and I grabbed it as quick as I could, when I looked up Howard was still frozen in place. 'Get away from me.' I said, my voice low. After a moment of silence on his part I continued, 'Now.'

'I cannot do that Addy.' Howard replied simply.

I huffed out a laugh, 'You mean well but you're not taking me there, man. I promise you that.'

He opened his mouth but a sword against his neck shut him up.

The random knight's intro wasn't quite as dramatic as I had hoped but I was very grateful. It made me stand still for a moment or two, hoping that knight was on my side and not some freaking pariah. And I still wanted to bolt but both of them were standing in front of the exit.

'Drop it.' He ordered and Howard took out his sword and dropped it on the ground. The sharp noise ringing in my ears. 'She's not going anywhere with you.'

The knight wasn't tall, kind of young and I recognized him. It was Thomas, young Thomas and he still wasn't wearing any boots. Thank the heavens for boys like Thomas.

Then came the sound of footsteps. First one guard arrived, he yelled something and then two more guards joined him.

Running still sounded like a good idea but I wouldn't come that far, especially now. I glanced at Jon's corpse on the floor. Would I be arrested? Can you be arrested for killing a creepy sob? But I figured being held captive beat the hell out of being dead.

Howard grunted as a pair hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him around with a yank.

'We found the bowman.'

'Finally. He's fast.'

Ah shit. Howard was so beyond fu-

'Who the hell are you?'

I took a step backwards.

'This is Addy.' Thomas jumped in and he walked towards me. I'll say it again, thank God for boys like Thomas. 'She is a friend of princess Isabelle.'

The other knight who asked the question seemed to pretend he didn't hear Thomas.

'And who is that?' He nodded at the corpse and I felt like choking.

He looked back at Howard and then his eyes ticked back to me.

The knife in my shaky hand glistened with blood and almost seemed to wink at me. As if it was calling me out.

What are you going to do now Addy? Huh?

'I killed him.' I said, figuring it was better to just admit the whole thing. 'I murdered him. With my own hands.'

The knight took a step forward, wrapping his long fingers around my arm. Thomas looked very uncomfortable but didn't move from my side. 'Who was he?'

He squeezed and the knife fell from my hand and clattered to the floor.

Thomas shifted on his spot and the knight clutched my arm tightly. It wasn't painful, just not very comfortable and it kind of scared the bejesus out of me. Thomas breathed in a nervous breath and spoke up for me. 'Who cares?'

'Who cares?' The knight turned to Thomas 'We care! There's a man lying dead in an alley! Right when the enemy is at our door and those monsters found their way inside!'

Jon was trying to kill me! He was going to cut my tongue out and rape me. I think I had the divine right to get away with this. But I lost my voice in all the commotion. I tried to twist my arm away from his grip but he pulled my arm upward. It didn't hurt but it made me feel like a fish. A sad, wriggling fish trying to escape.

'Let Addy go.' For the first time in my life I was very grateful that Thomas still liked me even though I stole his boots multiple times. Thomas sounded imposing enough for the knight to let go of me. And then, in some weird way of protection, Thomas stood in front of me.

The knight huffed 'She is not coming with us.'

I tried to speak up but it sounded like a whisper 'I need to find my friends'

'I will take her to the infirmary. She can't do any harm there.' Thomas offered them.

Nobody looked convinced.

Thomas tried again, 'I will search her! And I will keep an eye on her I promise!'

Search m-

Screw you Thomas.

I will see you all... in the next chapter :x

No Elmont yet.

I know. It hurts me too.

Maybe in the chapter after the next one...maybe... C: