“Just for a little while,” he sighed.It had been a long time since he had been out in a crowd, except the bloody wounded soldiers he had treated. The memories flooded him, and for a few seconds he was back on the battlefield, in the thick of it. Bloodied men lay all around him, some missing limbs from explosions.
He was scrambling around, working as fast as he
Drago jumped up with seemingly superhuman speed, ripping his IVs out of his arm.Madchen marveled at him, standing outside the ambulance none the worse for wear.
It was four in the morning, and Nick had fallen asleep on the floor, guarding Madchen, as his brother requested. Adam stood up, stretching his legs. His wards were fast asleep, it was time to patrol, checking the parameter for intruders.Madchen awoke to
The door burst open. Jason looked up to see Drago running toward them, pure hate in his eyes.“Dark Lord,” he smiled, grabbing Madchen by the hair, pulling her to his knees.
He ducked into the medical helicopter, practically throwing her on the stretcher.It was large enough for ten people to move around comfortably. Marcu joined him, appearing out of nowhere.
The king and queen descended the stairs of their mansion.They both were beautiful, he with long flowing silver hair and piercing silver eyes. The king was tall with broad shoulders and his elven features He wore a robe made of silver material, with some kind of armour underneath.
In front of her was a room, filled with armed guards, two women and three men, all dressed in black shirts and green camo pants.The coppery stench of old blood filled the air. Behind them, she could see a man, with his arms chained to the ceiling. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear, Jason.Madchen covered her mouth as one of the guards, a tall lanky african american man, sent a thundering punch to his gut.“This is what happens when you assault a woman,” he growled.To her, the scene was reminiscent of a movie she had watched in her youth, a spy interrogating a prisoner, torturing him for information, only they weren’t torturing him for that reason, they were doing it as recompense for her.All around him, the guards were yelling obscenities and cursing at him vehemently.The whole scene was unbelievable, mercenaries, she deduced, torturing the man who tried to kill her. It would seem like sweet vindication to most people, but Madchen it wasn’t that.No it incensed her, she could
“You messed with the wrong girl, “ a blonde female mercenary was standing before Jason, staring him down.“You just thought you were conversing with the devil,” she drawled, “Better the devil you know, you perverted bastard,”
The house itself was built in the fashion of a beach bungalow, like some of them Madchen had observed in Miami. The stucco exterior was painted a pretty peach hue, a homage to the marvelous sunsets only appreciated in this corner of the world. The house itself was surrounded by the ocean, so clear one could see to the bottom in some places. The whole area had an aura of warmth and comfort.