Hi, guys! Chapter 9 has arrived! I am sooo excited for this! Can't wait! Enjoy!
I took off my hair scarf and wrapped it around Loke's leg. "Here. A cast for our leg." He looked up at me. He grinned. "Thanks, Mikala. This is sweet." I nodded.
So, we are now on our third test. You two are doing great.
"Yeah, well your tests are pretty lame, just saying." Loke commented. I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he's got a point. I mean, the panther, a kiss? Kinda stupid if you ask me." There was a long silence. Me and Loke looked at each other in confusion.
Okay. It's something impressive you want? Then it's impressive you will get. I want the boy to get up and go into the kitchen.
I gawked. "That's stupid! Can't you tell that Loke is hurt? His leg-" Loke stood up slowly, holding on to the wall for support. "I'm fine, Mikala. Really." He looked up at the ceiling. "What do you want, Mystify?" He asked. "Loke..." I said.
The kitchen. Go there now. When you get there, you will find a knife on the table.
My head was spinning. A knife. God, what are possibilities of what could happen right now? "Loke, don't-" He made his was to the kitchen. I had no choice but to follow him. there was no stopping Loke when his mind was made up. "Loke, come on let's be reasonable." Loke found the Knife on the table. He grabbed it tightly. "Okay. Now what?"
Is the girl with you?
"Yes." Loke said. He turned to face me and shrugged.
Now, you would do anything to get poor Wendy back, right?
Me and Loke nodded. "Yes, of course. What a dumb question." I scoffed. "What's your point? What are you going to make Loke do?"
Loke, I never really liked that Mikala girl. She gets on my nerves. Loke, I would like you to take that knife and kill her for me.
As soon as Mystify said that, Loke dropped the knife. It clanged to the floor. "No." He said, his voice a harsh whisper. His face paled drastically. He backed away from the fallen knife, wincing as he stepped with his bad leg. "I won't do it. I can't"
Why not? You said you wanted to save Wendy, right?
"Yes, but not like this! Please, there has to be another way. Tell me there's another way! I can't kill a friend!" God. Loke's frantic. He really doesn't want to kill me. I felt tears blur my vision. He called me his friend. Loke considers me a friend. My heart fluttered out of my chest.
All right, then, Loverboy. You can't use the knife in the way you were supposed to. Now here's a little punishment. Pick up the knife.
Loke frowned. "I told you I didn't want to-"
I TOLD YOU TO PICK UP THE DAMN KNIFE!
The spout of anger scared me. Loke reached down and picked up the horrible device for murder. "Okay, I got it."
Cut off your pinkie finger.
I gasped. "NO!" I screamed. This was too much. Mystify was ordering Loke to chop off a finger to save Wendy. Mystify probably killed her already. Loke's face was grim. He looked down at the knife. Then at his hand. Finally at me. "Mikala...I have to do this." With unrecognizable speed, Loke placed his hand on the table and raised the knife over his head. I dove after him, screaming. "NOOOO! STOP!" I grabbed his arm as it came down. "Mikala, go! I don't want you to see this!" Loke tried to shake my hand off, but I held a firm grip. "No, I won't let you do this to yourself! I won't let you shed blood for me." I snatched the knife out of his hand. "What are you-" Loke asked. I grabbed a huge chunk of my shorter hair. "You'll see." I said, confident. I took a deep breath and hacked at my hair. All Loke could do was watch on in shock as I gave myself a haircut. Sorry, Levy. I thought. It's for the best. When I was done, I felt my head and began to sob. it was bristly and barely four inches long. "God, Mikala." Loke breathed, staring at me. I couldn't make out his expression through my tears.
Hmmph. I guess you passed. At least the girl got cut.
I collasped on the floor sobbing bitterly. My hair was shornand we still had two more tests. It would have felt great to die just then. Suddenly, I felt warm and comforted.
Loke had come over to me and hugged me tightly, and get this: rocking me back and forth. "It's okay, Mikala. You were so brave to do that. I never would have. Thank you."
Poor, Mikala. I probably woulda let the guy hack his finger off. What would you do? Please review! *Don't look at me like that.*
