"No"
"Absolutely not."
"It's Simple, You're Lying"
That had to be it. There was no way what any of them were saying was true.
" Contain yourself, Gil!" One of the men yelled at me. I felt my eyes become watery and my vision blurred.
"No!" I sounded back with all my strength. "You're lying! I know you are! You are a dirty, filthy liar!" Uncontrollably, I let my fists lash out at the men in the room.
" I don't know who you are, but you're a liar!" I sobbed. My gaze quickly scanned the room. Books had lined the shelves, but now they were all strewn across the room. A small table was broken in numerous ways and thrown across the space. Even the chandelier, Oscar's favorite lied in the debris.
I dodged one of the attempts to restrain me and let my hand feel the cold, hard grasp of a gun that one of the men must have dropped and pointed it at the largest man in the group.
" Tell me where Oz really is or this filthy bastard gets the bullet." I gritted
" No, Oz, I can go, I'm sure of it" I mumbled in my sickly tone.
" Gil, you're going to stay here, I promise I'll be no more than a few minutes." Oz, my master, burnt those words into my head. We both knew there was absolutely no arguing with him. Had this not been Oz, I would probably be thrown into the jail cell in the basement again.
I sighed in defeat. " Please, hold your promises, Oz" I coughed out.
" Feel better, Gil!" He cheered out " And don't worry, you can wring my neck out if I'm even a minute late.
I twitched at the idea of my young master in the smallest bit of pain, but forced my mind off the issue and laid down in my bed again with a cough and a sneeze.
Hm. I guess this means I have the next hour or so off. If only I weren't sick, I could check on the Coming Of Age ceremony for Oz.
" I have a bad feeling about this, Oz, don't go too far." I thought. My mind flashed me images of his bright emerald eyes with fire in his eyes, followed by them glazing over into the color of my face.
This was too much. I had to see he was okay, hell, it was my duty to be there with him. If I was caught here alone I'd be whipped. Using what strength the cold hadn't sucked out of me I tried to push my body up, but to no avail.
The last thing I thought before my body got the best of me and my attempts to get out of bed was:
Please, god, just let him.. Be okay…. I'd give you my life for him to have just a minute more of consciousness.
A.N
Sorry for my probable grammar errors. I wrote this at 6 in the morning today and I have no beta reader . As of right now, I don't feel like writing the next chapter, So it may be on hiatus for a while, or even almost forever,
Hope you enjoyed it :D Read and Review.. purrrtttyy please?
oh, and I own absolutley nothing, and you can tell, because I'd make a show of it If I did.