Chapter 7: Preparation

Sam and the leader were now out of their sights, out of view. Michael felt unease at the situation, wondering whether Sam had a plan in mind or he was just going with the flow and making it up as he went on. Who knew, but what he was sure of…he was alone, harm free and with Fi... Fiona excessively watched Michael carefully. Her eyes fixed on his wounds, the blood had dried a trail down his face. His eyes met hers and he let one of his smiles captivate her for a moment... Her heart started to beat in rhythms only she knew of and why it drummed in such a motion. It was nothing other than deep meaningful love. She couldn't help but smile back at him, but it was crooked... due to the stress she felt, she was too far from the men, she wanted to destroy each and every one of them .. Slowly and painfully.

"Michael… are you ok?"

She asked, her voice low incase she drew attention from the others, which was something she did not want... for the sake of both of their lives, including Sam's. She watched Michael carefully awaiting a reply, he was rather silent. She began to wonder if he was thinking of ways to get out of this mess or he was slowly fading away... shaking her head she kept the second option from her mind… desperate to know he was infact ok, she didn't want lies… she wanted the truth, and the only way was to check him herself. Michael kept his eyes upon her, ignoring her question... he did not want to lie to her, but he didn't want to cause more stress and worry... he was stuck. Clearing his throat he did what he thought was good enough for the time being.

"yeah…. I'll be fine"

He let out in a gasp. He was slowly very slowly healing, but the wounds were still exposed, bleeding and painful... god knows how many times he was hit with the butt of two different firearms. He had lost count the moment he fell into darkness. Closing his eyes slowly, he sighed deeply... trying to figure something out, anything out but his head pounded so hard he could barely keep his own eyes open…

Feeling two arms wrap around his neck, her lips pressed against his cheek, she nuzzled his neck softly, cuddling him as she kneeled before him, embracing him tightly. She let her tears slip, falling from her eyes as she closed them tightly... She had made her way out from the ropes, it took her hours but she did it, and was where she wanted to be… Holding the one man, she loved. Smelling his scent, feeling his breathing. She felt as if she was healed, her wings freed and no longer clipped. Michael kept his eyes closed, taking in her scent and touch... it was something he also craved ever since he knew she was here within the situation… but he started to react, he needed her to get out of there immediately.

"Fi….. get out of here"

He spoke softly, knowing she'd hear. However, she didn't respond. She just held onto him even more.

"Don't be all brave on me, Michael…"

She eventually replied with a hint of irritation within her voice, moving away slowly to lock her eyes with his... tracing her finger tips over his sore face, she held his left cheek within her small delicate hand.

"check on the others"

The muffled orders were heard, before Fi could say more she dashed back to her seat, rushing to get the ropes to appear tying her hands to the chair, same with her feet... her eyes focused on him. It was the smaller one of them all...He gave her a dirty look to have it returned back.

"stay with them; if they annoy you in any way... deal with it"

The orders where screamed from the other room, nodding with a creepy grin as he watched Michael and Fi, sitting down on Sam's chair. He crossed his legs; crossing his arms across his chest, the smile still upon his face… he wanted them to say something or anything, he was rather bored already. Watching the tension between Michael and Fi... Fiona desperately wanted to be where she was moments before he had stepped in…

"How about you go and get us some drinks? Make yourself useful"

Fiona started to play, watching him was making her bored. That only that, but she wanted to be alone with Michael again. Michael's mind was elsewhere, he was thinking about how Sam was doing, How to get out of this, how to make sure everyone was getting out of this alive.. god knows what plans Sam had within his mind... Nevertheless, he was in the dark, and that wasn't Sam's fault. None of this was Sam's fault, and he only wished he could tell him this before it was far too late...

A loud grunt is heard from the corners of his mouth, as bored and frustrated as he was... he caved in and decided to start a conversation with the two. His eyes darted from Michael to Fi, bouncing back and forth between them. He looked as if he was hesitant on what he was about to do, or maybe scared?

"you guys have got yourselves into a mess, haven't you?"

He chuckled as he locked his eyes on Michael's wounds; his eyes slowly went to look at Fiona, unharmed. He chuckled again and leaned back into the chair, tipping it slightly. Leaning back, he balanced it and chuckled more at the two of them. Fiona didn't know whether to laugh or just make a rude gesture.