Seen too much? I was knocked out for the majority of this whole thing. . .
Wish every step he took closer to me, I felt as if my legs were going to buckle and I was going to fall . . .why was I so frighten by this kid. . .
"Would you stop calling me a kid!" he voice was sharp and tinted with anger. . .
All I could think was oh crap!
"Did I say something out loud?" I questioned him. .
"Of course lass!" I hadn't noticed it until that point, but it seemed as if that red head was still holding me up. I brushed him off and tried to stand on my own feet. The pain in my legs reached the nerves in my brain and I found myself on the floor of the alley in clutching my shins.
"Would you knock that off, you good for nothing leprechauns wanna be!" the red head gave a loud whisper into the shorter ones ear. "Quit reading her mind would you!" I froze, the shrimp did what?"
"The munchkin did what!" my voice was shrill.
"And you say I have issues keeping secrets." He placed his bloodied sword back into its sheath and then stopped dead in front of me. He kneeled down and took my arm. I hadn't noticed it then, but it had a huge gash in it, and was bleeding like a river.
"So. . ." I said kind of watching him as he looked over my arm. "You can read minds?"
"Hn." Was his answer.
"And you're not a kid?"
"Hn."
"Then what are you?" This time I was given no response. "Hey! I asked you a question." He pulled my arm up, drawing my face closer to his.
"And I chose not to give an answer!" His eyes were blood red, so intense and angry. I felt pressure around my wound.
"Ouch!!" I pull my arm away and look down on it. Its wrapped in some sort of bandage. " Wha-?" I look up and I see that they are gone.
What a strange way to end the day.