I stared in to his eyes, glittering with an inhuman hatred, and bit back a scream. If I screamed Patch would come running. If Patch came Jules would kill me. Maybe Patch went to get the police. A hysterical laugh bubbled to my lips. Patch and police; yeah right. I stepped back again, my back coming to rest on the wooden bleachers. I was trapped. Seeming to acknowledge this fact Jules smiled. Then he did something unexpected. He took out his cell phone and began making a call. Who the heck-? Then it hit me. He wasn't going to just wait around until Patch showed up. He would make him come. But the joke was on him.
"His cell is dead." I said, as calmly as I could. I hoped he couldn't hear the question in my voice. But Jules just sneered. "Hello Patch." Jules turned around and began to pace. "Don't you know who I am? How about the person who's body you have been possessing since so long ago. The person who loses control for two weeks every year, the- yes, its Chauncey." A low satisfied chuckle. That's what it was on the surface. But beneath the sound was barely contained hatred. "Why am I calling? Well as it turns out there's someone hear who wants to talk to you. Come here for a second Nora." I didn't move. "Yes Nora is here. It doesn't seem like she wants to talk right now though." Jules had turned his back again and I took flight. The doors were three meters away, two meters, one- A hand whipped out and knocked me to the ground, knocking the wind out of me. Jules stared down at me in anger. "You little-" He kicked me hard in the shin. Really hard. I screamed. "See Patch, I told you she was present." He kicked me in the stomach and then in the side. His blurry outline walked away from me as tears streamed down my face. "Don't worry, I didn't hurt her much. Not yet anyways. But you should really hurry here. I don't want to you miss the show." Jules shut the cell phone with a snap.
"You didn't tell him where you are." I hissed between my teeth, breath coming out shallow. It was not so much of a statement as it was a hopeful question. Jules laughed again. "He won't have any trouble finding you. Don't worry about it." He kicked me again, "The only thing you need to worry about is what will happen once he comes." I made a feeble grab for his legs but he just kicked away my hands, almost lazily. "You're a fighter, I'll give you that. Is that what made Patch fall in love with you?"
"He doesn't love me." Deep down I knew it was a lie. And somewhere inside me this realization made me happy. "Oh I think he does. Why, here he is now." I sat up as fast as I could, which really wasn't all that fast, to see a dark shape enter the gym. Patch. From the other side of the gym I could see his black eyes survey the gym slowly. If I hadn't known him I would say it seemed as if he didn't care. But did know him, and I could see the pain in his eyes as he found me. "Nora." The word seemed to slip from between his lips, the primitive sound of a wounded animal. Then his eyes were cold once again, and he strolled forward in a business manner. "Hello Chauncey."