Eh…

I hate school..

I've been so busy with school and homework that I haven't been able to do anything…..

Well, I hope you haven't been waiting too long..

( I'MM SOOOOO SORRRRYYYY!)

Yes…

Thus the second chapter….

Sleeping is good. Sleep helps you stay fresh and alert. Any one disturbing sleep, should go to hell. So when Roxanne felt something cold touch her forehead, cursing and fumming she opened her eyes. Reaching up, she felt a cold towel folded neatly on top her head. She looked around, a bed, a closet, a chair..

All pretty normal things up until she sat up straight fuming around her body looking for her knife usually hidden in her bodice. Eyes wide and sharp, looking around everything scrutinizingly not knowing where she was. She stood up quietly to examine the new environment, but sat back down almost instantly, due to the almost instantaneous sharp pain all over her body.

"Don't move. You're still under the influence of a certain drug."

She turned sharply to see Marcex, leaning against the door way arms crossed, calm as ever. His image and the surrondings became blurry and unclear as she tried once again to stand. Squeezing her eyes shut, in hope to regain the clear vision, she grabbed the bed ledge beside her to recollect her composure and straightened herself up.

"I told you not to move." She heard his footsteps to signify his approach.

"Shut up. I'll do as I want." She snapped, as she slowly opened her eyes. She looked up and saw Marcex leaning over the night table beside the bed, fixing the lamp post. Just a few feet away from her. He stood up and looked her way, but didn't move as she narrowed her eyes to focus on him. She saw his eyes move up and down her body as though he was inspecting her. A small smile appeared on his lips before he said, "Tough words from a girl with hardly anything on."

It took Roxanne a moment or two to analize what he just said. That or she really didn't even want to know. Dreadingly, she looked down at herself. A long thin black shirt that went down half her thigh and falling off her shoulders exposing certain areas of her chest and bra.

"I can not believe this..." she said as she pulled the shirt to cover up most of the exposure. But as she did, the shirt became shorter. Then she tried to pull it down, but it fell off her shoulders evern more. Then before she could do any more to humiliate herself, Marcex snickered and draped a robe over her. Straightening out the creases of the over sized robe, he ran his hands across her shoulders and down her arms, then touching her hands on her sides. Softly bringing them up to his lips, he kissed each one in turn, right one first. Then as he kissed her left hand he let her hand linger at his lips eyes closed. All the while Roxanne feeling dizzy and painful in certain areas. But his lips on her hand was pleasant enough to sustain her.

Realizing this, Marcex gently put her hands at her side and pushed her back down to sit on the bed. She looked up at him, slightly flushed at the show of light affection he just demonstrated, "Why are you still here? Do you still want something?"

He smirked, "That's a fine way to say Thank You to someone who just saved your ass." but he turned around and backed away from her just as she would've wanted.

"Where are you going?"

He looked at her over his shoulder, eyes pale and mysterious as ever, "To leave. You didn't want me here remember." Mockingly, he raised an eyebrow so she could see. Then waiting her reply, he turned around again and walked up to the door to put his hand on the handle.

"Fine! Be like that. And here I was the last year, wishing I could see you again. Huh. Not much of a wish..." She called out to him as she slipped into bed and pulled the covers up to her neck with much stinging and pain. Frowning, she closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep when she heard, "It's nice to see you again, Roxanne." She smiled and with that thought, she fell asleep.

Meanwhile with Mirian, Shallow, and Laurett.

"DAMNIT!" a hard fist banged down on the table making the three girls flinch slightly. There sat Andre. Their fellow teammate, leader, and manager.

"How could you let this happen? This is the first mission you ever failed to complete. Not only that, you let one of your TEAMMATES get kidnapped. And now you're telling me that it's not your fault!" He leaned on the table, hand massaging his forehead. He stared at the three girls, heads bowed. Shallow was close to tears, while Laurett looked as though she was mentally punishing herself.

"But Andre..." Mirian was still trying to reason with him.

"NO BUTS!" He looked at Mirian, scared but more determined than he ever saw her.

"Andre..." she still wanted to push ahead to get her point across.

"Mirian. Stop. Just stop. This is the first time the academy's ever experienced a kidnap. I can't even imagine how I'm going to tell the headmaster this. All because you three couldn't properly protect your friend and teammate." He stood up, and walked to the window.

At that point, Shallow bend down and started crying. Laurett closed her eyes, and was trying to cope with the guilt boiling down deep inside her. But Mirian exploded.

"How the hell can you say that? YOU have done nothing but sit at headquarters and bark orders at us. YOU have done nothing to protect Roxanne so how can you say you're not involved?"

"What? So you're saying that it's MY fault that Roxanne was kidnapped?" He took a step away from the window and closer to Mirian who was verbally going off the edge.

"I meant that you don't have any right to say that it was all our fault. You could have done something to prevent this from happening. BUT you didn't. So it IS partly your fault. Don't try to keep pushing all the blame on us, you cowardly-" Mirian was cut off by Laurett, who pulled her aside.

"Stop. Both of you. There's no point arguing. Roxanne's out there some where and we need to find her." she said calmly.

"Laurett, this asshole is blaming us for something we tried to prevent while he was sitting here at headquarters watching us. He is always taking credit for things we do!" Mirian exploded on Laurett.

But she just calmly took it, "Mirian, please. Just stop trying to push this topic any farther than it has to go." then she looked at Andre, "Andre, stop trying to push all your troubles as leader to us. Grow up and accept failure someti-" but Laurett never got to finish, as Andre walked up to her and slapped hard on the face.

Shallow, who was witnessing the whole thing, gasped and stopped crying. Mirian stared at Andre, eyes wide, shocked at the proposal of him actually hitting Laurett.

"Laurett, as vice-captain of this team, I believe YOU have failed most of us all. Complete failure due solely to your uncarefulness." His voice was hard and cold as it matched his eyes.

But she just bit her lip and remained motionless until she muttered quietly, "That... was the first time...anyone ever hit me..." then she turned around, opened the door and left quietly.

Shallow stared at Andre for a while, then at Mirian, then she bolted up and left the room after Laurett.

Silence erupted the room as only Mirian and Andre was left. Finally, Mirian moved towards the door, only stopping to say, "You were low to blame us about this. But to hit Laurett...your girlfriend...and to say what you just said... you stooped down even lower." with that said, she walked out. Leaving Andre alone to deal with his thoughts. He walked over to the window once again, but with hatred burning deep in his eyes. "Laurett..."