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(A/N) I do not own Maximumride or the Warrior Heir
Also you need to know that this fanfiction takes place Jack and Ellen's Senior year at Trinity Highschool and Jason, Seph and Madison died in the second war. Also the Roses are Itex.
Fangs POV
His eyes slowly flickered open just in time to see another punch coming before it landed on his nose. He heard the crack of bone as blood splattered in every direction. His head sprung backwards upon impact. A blow as hard as the one he had just received would have sent him flying but seeing as though he was bound by a combination of duck tape and rope to a wooden chare, it simply just fell backwards. His head bounced once as it collided with the concreat. Where was he? The room was dark and the floor was concreat; so a basement possibly? He shut his eyes and winced at the pain flowing from his throbbing nose and head.
Who was this guy? He had to be some kind of highbred because he was sure a lot stronger than him and Arie combined together.
The mysteryous figure kicked him in the ribs and once again he heard the crack of bone. He tried to scream but found his mouth duck taped. He could barley breathe. Forget barley, he couldn't breathe at all. He came to the conclution that he, Fang was going to die from the lack of air in a basement. Just perfect.
"JACK HIS FACE IS BLUE DON'T KILL HIM BEFORE WE KNOW WHO SENT HIM!" shouted a girl who he couldn't see and that was the last thing he heard before he drifted into sweet uncousousness.
(A/N I DO NOT OWN THE WARRIOR HEIR OR MAXIMUM RIDE)
WARNING FLUFF AHEAD This is a moment shared between Jack and Ellen.
Chapter 2 Nightmeres
Jack thrashed wildly in his bed causeing Ellen to wake suddenly. They were upstairs in his bedroom(A/N their not having sex). She would come over on long nights such as these. On nights that both of them were plouged with nightmeres of what their future might hold and what hellish memories they had already endured. Tonight it was Jack who suffered.
He shivered as sweat rolled off of his forehead. The scars on his chest were visable only when he slept. Many times Jack had been tortured for information and every time he had remained more silent than the grave. So they had taken a whip to him and even hot irons were used at times. Yes, Jack had a good reason to be worried even a bit nervese. Ok, so if he told anyone that he was completely terrafide, everyone would be sure to understand. Sure he had reason to be afraid but he would not show it.
"Jack…Jack wake up." Ellen said as she shook him. His eyes shot open and he gasped and began to quiver. She looked down on him and saw relief wash through his eyes. Jack reached up and began to stroke her hair and pulled her close to him until her head was once again resting on his chest. He kissed her forehead again as he continued to stroke her hair.
"What was it this time?" questioned Ellen in a whisper so soft that he could barley hear her.
"Nothing." Jack lied through his teeth while trying to calm his ragged breathing.
"Jack…"
"Just let it go Ellen, it was just a dream." He said cutting her off sharply.
His tone was harsh and his eyes where cold. It must have been a bad one then thought Ellen as she lifted her head off of his chest and kissed him quickly on the lips. He sighed.
"Go back to sleep Ellen, I'm fine." Stated Jack, with no emotion behind his words at all.
At that Ellen turned on her side so that she was faceing the wall and not tutching any part of him. Ellen had never been the type who found silence unbearable but this was torcher. She hated how the nightmeres plagued him. When she was alone, in her own bed they plagued her as well but Jack was always enough to keep the nightmeres at bay and it hurt her knowing that she could not do the same for him. Maybe, it was because she had grown up behind the Roses ever watchful eyes.
Minets or it could have been hours, she couldn't tell passed on in silence until she could feel one of Jack's arms sliping under her head and the other around her waist, pulling her as close to his body as he could.
He burrowed his face into her hair and kissed the back of her neck gentaly once before whipering,
"I love you Ellen, never forget that. These dreams are not something I share with you because I have no wish to cause you any more pain than I already have." His voice was gental and reassuring and she knew that he spoke the truth.
He was able to sound just passionant enough without sounding subductive.
Ellen slid her one of her hands up until it covered Jack's hand and their fingers locked tightly, as if a small breaze could break them apart. But they both new it would take the gates of hell to do that and probably not even then. They had narrowly excaped death by a hair's width to many times almost losing each other in the prosess.
Jack nearly been tortured to death in their last encounter with the roses and the cold hard truth was that Ellen didn't know how much longer they could keep them at bay. Jacks' will to live was strong but the Roses lust to kill him might prove stronger the next time they had him in irons.
But for now at least they were relatively safe. Jacks arms where holding her tightly against him and she could hear his breath on the back of her neck, that was now steady, though she doubted that he was truly asleep. She could feel the heat that radiated off of his body. She could see dawns first light slip inbetween the window blinds of Jacks room. Signafying the fact that they had once again manedged to suvive another night but now they had to face a new day with no way to be prepared for what it might bring.
