Chapter 4: The After Effect

Kyle didn't know why he felt different. He couldn't explain it, though it felt nice. The last thing he remember was that nightmare. Well, it was more of memory. The ending . . . he didn't know what had happened there. His leg was in pain, but it was different from how it was yesterday. What had happened yesterday?

Slowly, he opened his eyes and say a brown. Confused he blinked and saw that it was a brown material.

There is no way . . .

Slowly, he looked up. He told himself that there was no way that this was who he thought. There was no way that Marshwaker was holding him. His saw blue eyes, black hair, tan skin . . . Kyle pushed away from him.

"What the hell are you doing?" he rasped. The young prince didn't now what was wrong with him. He wasn't feeling a hundred percent, he wasn't even feeling sixty percent.

Marshwalker didn't look like he liked the idea either. He didn't try holding him in place or anything, he just stood in his position looking awkward. The warrior scratched at his head and looked away. His face was red. Kyle probably would have thought he looked cute if he wasn't pissed off at the warrior . . . and the fact that he hated most of the human race.

"You were freaking out last night after I closed your wound. You weren't doing too well last night. I had to do something," he continued scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, you fucking burned my leg! I would freak out for a reason!" Kyle inched himself back, picking at his gloves. "You should have just woke me up."

The warrior just sighed and just started gathering things.

A light wind blew. Something didn't feel right. Where was his hat?

He tilted his head and looked for it. Kyle had always had a thing about his ears. Had Marshwalker noticed? He hadn't said anything about it yet, so maybe he hadn't. That was one of the reasons he had grown out his hair. His red curls covered them up pretty good, but sometimes they could see the left one.

Arms came on his waist and lifted him up. It hurt like hell to us his right leg, so he had to balance on the left on. Something was placed over head, it took him a few seconds to realize that it was in fact his hat. An arm grabbed him around his waist and placed him over his shoulder again.

Something was off about the boy. It wasn't just the pain from when Stan had closed the wound. There was something else there. He just knew it. As he grew up, he's learned to pick up on things like that. What was he supposed to? This boy was elvish and elvish people were bad. He shouldn't care. They took everything from him.

Last night, he had just acted. Stan didn't know what to do until he had done it. He felt very awkward most of the night and could only imagine what the boy was going to do when he woke up. Really, he had just done it in case someone was around. Anyone who recognized the prince would try to taken him for the reward. There were many people that stayed in the woods at night after all. Thieves, criminals, runaways, loons . . . the list goes on.

The prince had struggled at first, but gave up not long after. He must have realized that he wasn't going anywhere. Kyle simply just laid there. He jerked every once and a while. That of course didn't stop him from saying anything.

"You know . . . I bet Fatass doesn't even know your first . . . name and yet you'll do anything he fucking says," he voice was filled with pants as he tried to get his words out.

Maybe it would be best to just ignore him, even if he was being a fucking ass. Spoiled little brat.

" . . . why are all humans so stupid? . . He's only using . . . he's only using you. WHY the fuck CAN'T anyone see it?!" he jerked again and began to move.

The boy was obviously not doing well from getting his wound done. There was no way he was going to listen to anything he was going to say. He was simply ranting.

"Do you THINK he cares . . . ABOUT anyone? Once he gets what he wants, there is . . . there is no use," Kyle growled. He began to hit his back, but it didn't do anything.

Stan sighed. He wasn't going to be able to do this. Not with the prince whining all fucking day. The only way he was able to do it yesterday was because it hadn't been a full day.

"If you don't shut up, I'll stab you through your good leg," Stan said like it was normal thing to say.

"Fuck you, asshat," he muttered before shutting up.

He still occasionally punched his back in a vain attempt to get free.

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