How miserable he felt...
The king flinched when the gag was harshly torn out of his mouth. As he prepared a full-out shriek, the tip of a very sharp blade was pushed lightly against his throat, which made him freeze. "Shut up, don't make another sound or this thing will go straight through that prissy little neck of yours..." The kidnapper said menacingly.
After a while, Marth found his voice again. He knew the man wouldn't kill him that quickly. "Who are you, why are you doing this to me, what do you want?" The person who stood before the monarch chuckled. "Obviously, I wouldn't tell you who I am! Why am I doing this? Because none of your business, you stupid snob! And what I want? Ransom, of course, or your head is mine.." Marth gritted his teeth in anger, refusing to be a figure in his game of trade. "I'm...not scared...of you!" The noble seethed. With each pause, he strained more and more to get out of the binding rope. "Oh, you will be, soon enough..." Anon (A/N: Let's just call the kidnapper that for now!) cooed, gripping the teal hair of the king tightly and causing a spike of pain to trickle down Marth's spine.
The noble felt less weight on his head, and soon realized that the man had taken his most prized possession. "Give me back that tiara this instant! I mean it!" Marth demanded, but Anon purposely ignored him and kept studying the golden headpiece. "This would be worth a fortune.." He mumbled loudly while eyeing the tiara, making sure it was real (which it was). "No sh*t, Sherlock.." The king gruffly stated, blowing a fuse. That was it. "Y'know, taking that gag off has made you even more b*tchy than before. I did you a favor and let you breathe, you ungrateful c*nt!" Anon yelled furiously. "Well I wouldn't be an 'ungrateful c*nt' if you would just let me be free and go about your own business! I find it hard to believe that some dumb*ss idiot like you would stoop low enough to kidnap for ransom!"
CRACK!
"Crap, what've I done?" The regretful mercenary walked down the hall, pacing back and forth. He decided to give the king some space after their public fight. He wished that Marth could forgive him easily, but he saw the anger, hatred, and partial betrayal in the Altean's eyes. "I think I should go talk to him. It's been a few hours now.." Ike started up the stairs to the Fire Emblem Seniors' room. He knocked the door lightly. "Marth...it's Ike, can I come in?" The mercenary heard no response, and he got tense. It wasn't like the king to purposely ignore someone, unless he was still mad, but Ike felt a talk with Marth was on the top of his 'TO DO' list. He proceeded to open the door, but found it was locked. "Marth..." The cerulean-haired hero was worried about the noble. He kept trying to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
Marth panicked, he was paralyzed by what sounded like a home-run bat against his head. He wished he could just scream for Ike to come and save him, but he couldn't. And if he could, he still knew that if he did, both he and the mercenary would die. His eyes welled up as he heard the heavy footsteps fade down the hallway. Ike clearly thought that the king was too angry to talk to him. Soon a daze swept over him, and he was out cold.
Marth's POV-
Here I am again, pinned down by nothing but air. I'm about to fade away into the same scenario as this morning. Ike about to stab my heart out, mentally and physically, losing my vision, I would sigh if I could at the repetitiousness of this nightmare. But something seemed...different. His face was a lot less, if not hardly, insane, and he had a calm, reassuring look in those sapphire eyes of his. With a swift slash of his Ragnell, I no longer felt myself being pinned. The golden blade had gone nowhere near me, in fact, it cut the substance that bound me to the floor. "Ike..I..." I rubbed my wrists and managed to stutter. As I sat up, something wet ran down my cheeks. Tears...well, that explained my blurred vision. Before I could say anything else, I was then pulled into an embrace by the radiant hero, rocking me back and forth as if I were his only child. "Thank the goddess, Marth. Thank the goddess you're alright!" He placed both hands on my shoulders and whispered something. "Marth, you're gonna be fine, Marth, King Marth, King Marth!"
"King Marth!"
My head shot up in surprise, awakening from the dream. I recognized the voice, and it was that cussed Anon again. "What do you want?" I growled, not regretting what I said and how I said it. "I need you to do me a little..favor." Anon replied. What "favor"? I could just imagine his smirk, so dastardly and sinister. But I'll stay strong, until Ike comes and saves me.
-TBC-
A/N:
Sorry this took so long! ono
I've just been so busy with school and stuff! I have school to deal with, especially when my father is gone away for a year. ;n;
Well, here's the next part of Chapter 5! Until the next one! Hope you enjoy~! ^u^
