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Psymon sat on a rock, looking up at the cloudless sky. It was still a mystery to him why anyone would want to build a snowboarding track in Mesablanca, but that didn't really matter that much to him. The warm weather and beautiful sunny sky made a change from the usual cold, windy mountains, and he didn't have to worry about the others moaning about how freezing it was. He stretched out across the rocky ground, resting his chin on his arms. He knew that he had to find a way to make Zoe love him, but he didn't know how. Ever since the avalanche, he couldn't stop thinking about her. When he closed his eyes, he saw her in front of him, smiling and looking as beautiful as she always did. He had her on his mind every second of every day, and he longed to be near her. He was madly in love with her, but he didn't know if she felt the same way as he did, and he doubted that she ever would. She was probably off somewhere with Moby right now, loving him, not Psymon. Psymon sighed heavily and got up. He took one last look at the horizon, then grabbed his board and skidded off for a freeride down the slopes.
Zoe shifted uneasily, as Moby gently stroked her hair. She wasn't in the mood for him or Psymon sucking up to her right now, and just wanted to be left alone. Eventually she wheeled forward, knocking his hand away with hers.
"Stop that, okay?" she ordered, and Moby walked off grumpily. She watched him go, before moving over to Kaori. "I wish they would stop fussing over me," she sighed. "They seem to be thinking of me more as a prize than as a person." Kaori shook her head.
"I don't understand boys," she said, watching Moby sulk in a corner. "They always want to prove themselves to each other, and to us. It won't last long though, they'll outgrow it after a while." Zoe smiled, and looked around for Psymon, but there was no sign of him. That was odd, she thought, as Psymon would usually be trying to outdo Moby with the flattering thing. She wheeled away after a while, and made her way back to the hotel room. Once there, she dragged herself onto her bed and lay back, trying to decide what to do about the Moby/Psymon situation. She knew the obvious choice would be to go with Moby, as those two had more history together, and Psymon was enigmatic, and everyone kept away from him. He was probably happier as a loner, and she often found his attitude unsettling. However, something deep in her heart told her to go with Psymon. She felt a strange desire to unravel the mysteries surrounding him, and find the real man beneath the strange, puzzling exterior. She closed her eyes, wanting to block away the stress and angst of the day, longing for the comfort and calm of night. Thinking about it, she did find Psymon quite attractive. His dark eyes were incredible, almost bewitching, and even though he hardly ever smiled, when he did she felt herself go weak at the knees. Also, she knew at least a little of the real him, from when they were together in the avalanche. He was sweet and kind then, and she felt safe around him. In fact-
Her eyes flickered open suddenly. She knew who to choose. She loved Psymon, not Moby. The only problem was how to tell Moby. He would be hurt, and might get angry, and that would mean he might try to hurt both her and Psymon. She needed a way to let him down gently. She got back into her wheelchair, and headed out of the room, knowing that she had to find someone who could give her advice, and she had a good idea of who to ask.
He could hear it moving. He knew it wasn't his imagination now, there was something in the trees, and it was heading his way. He had to see what it was. Edging closer, Psymon picked up a large branch, ready to defend himself against whatever came out of the trees. He paused, and there was a moment of silence, before something large came bursting out of the forest. Instinctively, Psymon battered it with his branch, pounding it to the ground. He was rewarded with a loud groan, and he stopped and dropped his stick.
"Uh, sorry Luther," he mumbled, as the large man got up, knocking the pine needles off his suede jacket.
"What is yer problem?" Luther asked, staring in disbelief at Psymon. "I haven't said anything to offend you, have I?" Psymon just laughed, and shook his head.
"Well, you could've been a bear or something! You shouldn't go sneaking up on people like that, I thought I was gonna get eaten!" Psymon laughed again, and sat down on his board. "So, what are you doing out here anyway?" He asked, looking up at Luther.
"I was getting ready for a quick freeride, but my board slipped and went off down the slope. You haven't seen it, have yer?" Psymon shrugged, and Luther sat down next to him. "Why are you out here?" He asked, scratching his head.
"Freeride," Psymon answered, looking down the slope. "I was trying to clear my head, I still don't know what to do about Zoe." Luther frowned thoughtfully.
"Well, you shouldn't push it," he said. "Let her come to you, and don't show off too much. Just be nice to the girl, and she'll come to yer, trust me. Now if yer'll excuse me, I hafta find my board!" With that, he got up and trudged off through the fake snow, and Psymon got back up. That was it, he thought to himself. He had to impress her without trying to show off, but more get to know her better. Even if it meant ignoring Moby's taunts, it would be worth it. Zoe meant the world to him, and he sensed that Moby might hurt her if he didn't get there first. He cleared his head of those thoughts temporarily, and pushed off down the slope.
Moby sat calmly in his room, a piece of paper in front of him on the table. He finally stopped writing, and read it over. Satisfied, he put it in an envelope, and grinned to himself. He'd make sure Zoe was his, even if it meant doing something he never usually dreamt of. He strode out of his room, and posted the letter, knowing that finally, Zoe would be his, and his only.
The next day, a man in a large trench coat sat in his darkened office, reading a letter he had just received. It read:
"Everything's ready. You know where to go. Bring your men. I'm going to have her, and if you help me, the reward will be great. Bring strong ropes, and some guns, as well as duck tape. That way, it'll be easier to shut her up while we get her out of there. Meet me on Thursday, at the gas station near the course. Moby"
The man folded up the letter, and stuffed it in his pocket. He walked into another room, where a group of men were drinking and watching TV.
"Get off your butts," he ordered. "We've got work to do."
Psymon sat on a rock, looking up at the cloudless sky. It was still a mystery to him why anyone would want to build a snowboarding track in Mesablanca, but that didn't really matter that much to him. The warm weather and beautiful sunny sky made a change from the usual cold, windy mountains, and he didn't have to worry about the others moaning about how freezing it was. He stretched out across the rocky ground, resting his chin on his arms. He knew that he had to find a way to make Zoe love him, but he didn't know how. Ever since the avalanche, he couldn't stop thinking about her. When he closed his eyes, he saw her in front of him, smiling and looking as beautiful as she always did. He had her on his mind every second of every day, and he longed to be near her. He was madly in love with her, but he didn't know if she felt the same way as he did, and he doubted that she ever would. She was probably off somewhere with Moby right now, loving him, not Psymon. Psymon sighed heavily and got up. He took one last look at the horizon, then grabbed his board and skidded off for a freeride down the slopes.
Zoe shifted uneasily, as Moby gently stroked her hair. She wasn't in the mood for him or Psymon sucking up to her right now, and just wanted to be left alone. Eventually she wheeled forward, knocking his hand away with hers.
"Stop that, okay?" she ordered, and Moby walked off grumpily. She watched him go, before moving over to Kaori. "I wish they would stop fussing over me," she sighed. "They seem to be thinking of me more as a prize than as a person." Kaori shook her head.
"I don't understand boys," she said, watching Moby sulk in a corner. "They always want to prove themselves to each other, and to us. It won't last long though, they'll outgrow it after a while." Zoe smiled, and looked around for Psymon, but there was no sign of him. That was odd, she thought, as Psymon would usually be trying to outdo Moby with the flattering thing. She wheeled away after a while, and made her way back to the hotel room. Once there, she dragged herself onto her bed and lay back, trying to decide what to do about the Moby/Psymon situation. She knew the obvious choice would be to go with Moby, as those two had more history together, and Psymon was enigmatic, and everyone kept away from him. He was probably happier as a loner, and she often found his attitude unsettling. However, something deep in her heart told her to go with Psymon. She felt a strange desire to unravel the mysteries surrounding him, and find the real man beneath the strange, puzzling exterior. She closed her eyes, wanting to block away the stress and angst of the day, longing for the comfort and calm of night. Thinking about it, she did find Psymon quite attractive. His dark eyes were incredible, almost bewitching, and even though he hardly ever smiled, when he did she felt herself go weak at the knees. Also, she knew at least a little of the real him, from when they were together in the avalanche. He was sweet and kind then, and she felt safe around him. In fact-
Her eyes flickered open suddenly. She knew who to choose. She loved Psymon, not Moby. The only problem was how to tell Moby. He would be hurt, and might get angry, and that would mean he might try to hurt both her and Psymon. She needed a way to let him down gently. She got back into her wheelchair, and headed out of the room, knowing that she had to find someone who could give her advice, and she had a good idea of who to ask.
He could hear it moving. He knew it wasn't his imagination now, there was something in the trees, and it was heading his way. He had to see what it was. Edging closer, Psymon picked up a large branch, ready to defend himself against whatever came out of the trees. He paused, and there was a moment of silence, before something large came bursting out of the forest. Instinctively, Psymon battered it with his branch, pounding it to the ground. He was rewarded with a loud groan, and he stopped and dropped his stick.
"Uh, sorry Luther," he mumbled, as the large man got up, knocking the pine needles off his suede jacket.
"What is yer problem?" Luther asked, staring in disbelief at Psymon. "I haven't said anything to offend you, have I?" Psymon just laughed, and shook his head.
"Well, you could've been a bear or something! You shouldn't go sneaking up on people like that, I thought I was gonna get eaten!" Psymon laughed again, and sat down on his board. "So, what are you doing out here anyway?" He asked, looking up at Luther.
"I was getting ready for a quick freeride, but my board slipped and went off down the slope. You haven't seen it, have yer?" Psymon shrugged, and Luther sat down next to him. "Why are you out here?" He asked, scratching his head.
"Freeride," Psymon answered, looking down the slope. "I was trying to clear my head, I still don't know what to do about Zoe." Luther frowned thoughtfully.
"Well, you shouldn't push it," he said. "Let her come to you, and don't show off too much. Just be nice to the girl, and she'll come to yer, trust me. Now if yer'll excuse me, I hafta find my board!" With that, he got up and trudged off through the fake snow, and Psymon got back up. That was it, he thought to himself. He had to impress her without trying to show off, but more get to know her better. Even if it meant ignoring Moby's taunts, it would be worth it. Zoe meant the world to him, and he sensed that Moby might hurt her if he didn't get there first. He cleared his head of those thoughts temporarily, and pushed off down the slope.
Moby sat calmly in his room, a piece of paper in front of him on the table. He finally stopped writing, and read it over. Satisfied, he put it in an envelope, and grinned to himself. He'd make sure Zoe was his, even if it meant doing something he never usually dreamt of. He strode out of his room, and posted the letter, knowing that finally, Zoe would be his, and his only.
The next day, a man in a large trench coat sat in his darkened office, reading a letter he had just received. It read:
"Everything's ready. You know where to go. Bring your men. I'm going to have her, and if you help me, the reward will be great. Bring strong ropes, and some guns, as well as duck tape. That way, it'll be easier to shut her up while we get her out of there. Meet me on Thursday, at the gas station near the course. Moby"
The man folded up the letter, and stuffed it in his pocket. He walked into another room, where a group of men were drinking and watching TV.
"Get off your butts," he ordered. "We've got work to do."