I must say, it is always a pleasant surprise to find reviews and favorites in my inbox. I'm so glad that you all are enjoying my little story. I hope this chapter will make up for some of my slow updates. It's probably the longest I've written thus far for a single update, page, whatever you wanna call it. (Forgive my ramblings; it's nearly 6 in the morning. Don't worry though. I ALWAYS finish the chapter before I add the a/n to the beginning and end.)
Well here's chapter ten. Enjoy. (Oh, and I think I forgot to mention this in the last few updates. But remember I do not own Charmed.)
...Chapter Ten...
Chris woke with a start as freezing cold water was thrown in his face. Blinking away the haze, he tried to raise a hand to wipe away the droplets of water that streaked his cheeks, only to find that his hands were bound securely behind him. He struggled against the ropes causing them to constrict, biting into the flesh of his wrists.
Laughter floated from three corners of the room.
"So he finally decides to join us in the waking world," said a cold voice.
Chris turned his head seeking the speaker, "You're the one who had your demons knock me out," he retorted.
"Yeah well..." Ash said stepping into the single ray of light that illuminated the room, "Do you know why I have not killed you yet?"
"B/c you decided to convert? Leave the dark side and join the side of light?" Chris responded sarcastically.
Ash laughed, "Funny, but no. Try again," he suggested.
Rolling his eyes Chris sighed, "Obviously I have something you need."
"Right you are. I tell you what, you tell me what I want to know and I'll let you go and forget that you vanquished two of my best minions," he said.
Chris gave a short laugh, "Right and I'm the bloody king of England. You and I both know that once you've got what you want out of me you'll kill me. Demons never forget someone who takes out their best minions."
Ash was silent for a moment as he surveyed the boy sitting before him, "Clever lad. Fine, tell me what I want to know and I'll spare you a slow, agonizing death."
"Not gonna happen," Chris said defiantly.
This brought an amused look to the demons face, "Don't be foolish boy. I'm sure you realize that if you don't talk we'll simply torture you until you do. So come, tell me what you know."
"You're not going to get anything out of me," Chris stated firmly.
"Sure I will," Ash said as he signaled to the demon on Chris' right.
Chris glared at the demon before him as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Along with the slight pressure he felt a sudden sensation of electrical volts forcing their way through his body. Refusing to show weakness Chris bit the inside of his lower lip, focusing on the pressure he was applying to the tissue there, ignoring the painful jolts in his limbs. Minutes later it was gone.
"Tell me what you know of the Charmed Ones," Ash said from his perch on the edge of his desk.
Shaking his head to clear his vision Chris stated with a firm voice, "No."
Ash raised a brow then signaled to the demon again.
Another wave of electricity was pumped through his system, this time the current was slightly stronger. Again Chris bit the inside of his lower lip, refusing to give in. A few minutes later the wave stopped.
"What do you know of the Charmed Ones?" Ash repeated.
Chris shook his head again, "Nothing that I'm going to tell you."
They repeated this process a few more times, each wave stronger than the first.
Chris' constant refusal to give him the information that he wanted and his lack of screaming was really pissing the Samurai Demon off.
"Why do you refuse when you know it's only going to get worse?" he asked leaning down to the boys eye level.
Narrowing his eyes Chris merely glared at him, not saying a word.
"Do you enjoy pain?" he asked.
Again Chris didn't speak.
"Do you enjoy torture?" the demon snapped.
Chris chuckled despite the pain it caused him, "You call tickling someone to death torture?"
Ash gave him a disbelieving stare, "Very well, I see harsher measures are going to have to be used to crack you," he said motioning for the other demon to step forward, "Perhaps this will loosen your lips."
Fixing his glare, preparing for what was to come he challenged, "Go for it, but no matter what you do I'm not going to talk."
Before the demon could do anything, the door to Ash's office burst open.
"Sir, we need you down here," another demon spoke urgently.
"Can't it wait? You see that I'm in the middle of something," Ash retorted barely keeping his temper in check.
"No sir, this is urgent the..." he broke off as he noticed the two demons flanking Chris, "I'm sorry sir it can't wait."
Hearing the tone Ash sighed, "Very well, give me ten minutes."
The demon nodded and left closing the door behind him.
Unable to hold his anger any longer Ash backhanded Chris causing his head to snap to the left, "We'll continue this later. You will talk," he promised, "Take him away," he said the others.
Chris glared at the demon as he spoke to him. His face stung from the blow, blood trickled from the cuts on his lip and cheek. Once again he felt a weight on his shoulders, soon followed by the same sensation he'd felt earlier before he blacked out. This time however he tried to fight it, but to no avail. The darkness took him once again.
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"You know," one demon said as he untied the boys ropes, "The kid is pretty tough. I gave him over 100,000 volts and he didn't even flinch. That much alone could kill someone. I don't know who this kid is but that's impressive."
The other demon nodded in agreement, "Yeah, but its strange. There's something funny about this kid. Maybe the boss is right, maybe he likes it."
The two looked at the boy, both trying to figure out his deal. How could he could so much with out so much as a squeak. Unable to figure it out they shared a look and shrugged before carrying the boy out of the room.
They navigated through the many hallways, down countless stairs, passed groups of other demons, who upon seeing the boy between them stared until they disappeared down the next hallway, until finally reaching the dungeon door.
"Open up, Tatsuo. We got another one," the first demon said.
Tatsuo nodded and opened the door, "Where'd he come from?" he asked.
"Come in, killed two demons, fought the bass," the first began.
"The kid has information the boss wants. Our means of torture didn't work, he didn't even make a sound," the second said as they passed through the door.
Tatsuo followed the others down into the pit, "That's strange," he commented.
"Yeah, we think he may enjoy it," the second said.
"Yeah he told the boss..." he chuckled, "He said 'You call tickling someone to death torture?'"
"The boss had you tickle him?" Tatsuo asked as he stepped around them to unlock the cell door.
"No are you mad? The kid had 100, 000 volts of electricity running through him at the end," the first said.
Tatsuo walked in and opened the shackles dangling from the chained bolt on the wall cuffing the kids as the two lowered him to the ground. "Did you at least find out who he is?" he asked ushering them out so he could lock the cell.
"Nah, we only know that he's a witch. The boss seems to think he's connected to the Charmed Ones though," the second said.
The three demons made their way back up the stairs.
"Maybe the kid gets off on torture?" the first commented.
There was a moment of silence, then the two burst out laughing. Tatsuo shook his head slamming the door behind them.
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Chris stirred slightly disoriented and in pain from the events of the torture that he had been put through. Beneath him he could feel a cold, hard, slightly damp surface. He opened his eyes slowly, upon seeing the darkness his first thoughts were of alarm, 'Could I have been blinded?' he wondered as he moved his arms to push himself into a sitting position. Feeling heavy weights around his wrists, he shook his right hand. Hearing the sound of chains clinking together he sighed, 'Ok, this really sucks' he thought as he struggled to push himself the rest of the way up. His entire body ached from the abuse it had suffered. It was a tough task just to raise his hands to his face. He realized first that he wasn't blind; the area he was in was just dark. 'Probably a dungeon of some sort,' he thought as he brought his hands over his face, flinching away as he touched the sore areas of his face that had been cut when Ash had backhanded him. "Idiot," he hissed at himself as he tentatively probed the sore areas trying to determine the damage that he been done, flinching slightly when he came upon a soft spot. "Well at least it's stopped bleeding," he said as he lowered his hands to his knees. He sat in silence trying to listen for any sighs that could tell him, for sure, where he was and hopefully find something that would aid him when he planned an escape. Once the pain died down a little he would try to use his powers to remove the cuffs and escape.
After a few minutes his mind cleared of thoughts of escape and he could scarcely hear something only a few feet in front of him. He strained his hearing trying to make out what the noise was. He soon realized that it was a voice. A soft voice, barely audible, but a voice none-the-less, and it appeared to be singing.
"I'm trying to hold it together. Head is lighter than a feather. Looks like I'm not getting better. Not getter better..." There was a sigh, "Why can't I remember the rest of the song?" the voice asked softly. Speaking to themselves.
Chris listened as the voice trailed off. The song was familiar though he couldn't place it. He knew he'd heard it somewhere before. Pushing away his thoughts he decided to try and talk with the person, "Hello?" he asked tentatively. He waited a few minutes for a reply, when none came he tried again, "Hello?" He listened again.
"Hello?" the voice replied softly.
So softly Chris had to strain to hear it.
"Is someone there?" the voice asked, chains clinking together as if the person was leaning forward to listen.
Chris released a sigh, "Yeah."
"Oh thank goodness. I thought I was hearing things again," the voice said with a relieved sigh.
Chris chuckled, "So did I."
"So they caught you too, huh?" the person said in the same quiet voice.
"I'm sorry, I can barely hear you. Can you speak up?" Chris said politely.
"I wish I could," the voice said raising the volume a little, "But it's been a while since I've had any water so I'm afraid this is the best I can do."
"How long have you been down here?" Chris asked. There were a few moments of silence and Chris wondered if they'd heard him. He was about to speak again when he heard.
"I don't remember. I've slept most of the time, plus it's hard to tell the days from nights down here. How long have you been here?" they asked.
"I don't know," he said.
"You're not from here are you?" the voice asked.
"No, I'm from the states," he answered.
"Yeah, me too. Though I don't really remember much about my home town. I can't even remember the name of it," the person admitted.
For the first time Chris realized that the voice was feminine, "That song you were singing, do you know the name of it?" he asked.
Silence reined for a moment. "Not at the moment. I can't even remember anything other than those few lyrics, but I know that I love the song. Why do you ask?"
"It's familiar, I think I've heard it before," he told her.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help you," she said.
"Don't be. So I guess we're going to be down here a while," he said pulling at the shackles on his hands.
"Yeah," she said her chains rattling again.
Chris heard her yawn across from him, "Are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm just tired. I think I'm going to take a nap," she yawned again.
Chris nodded, then remembered she couldn't see him. Rolling his shoulders to work out some of the kinks in them he realized the pain wasn't as bad as it was and decided to set to work on the shackles. He listened intently to make sure that his neighbor was sleeping soundly before trying every spell he could think of to remove his bonds. Chris worked for what seemed like hours on trying to free himself from the shackles. Exhausted from his work he leaned against the wall behind him, dropping his chin to his chest in defeat. He had been sitting against the wall of his cell for a while when the door opened allowing a slight amount of light flood the stairs leading down into the dungeon. Narrowing his eyes against the harsh, yet soft, light Chris watched as two demons came down the stairs. One carrying two trays, the other carrying a fire ball in hand.
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"I don't see why he's feeding the other one; I can understand feeding the girl. But why feed someone you plan on torturing for information?" the one carrying the trays asked.
"It's not hard to understand. He wants the boy to be strong for his next round of torture. It wouldn't do him any good to kill the boy before getting the information that he wants," Tatsuo said as they reached the landing and headed for the two cells.
"Here, I'll take the girl, you make sure the boy gets his food," the first said holding the tray out to the other demon, "Go on, take it."
The demon sighed, "Let me open the cells first," he said before setting to work on the girl's cell. Once finished he pushed the cell door open and took the other tray before walking to unlock the boys cell. He listened as his fellow demon set the tray down and worked on waking the girl. Stepping into this prisoners cell he noticed that its occupant was awake, "Lunch," he stated as he set it down before the boy, who was staring up at him. He watched as he then looked to the food before him. Something seemed different. Forming the fire ball in his hand he surveyed the area not only with his eyes, but his senses as well. 'So that's it,' he thought as he knelt down to eye level, "You can't escape using magic. These restraints prevent its use," he told the boy.
The boy met his gaze, "I'm not eating that," he said defiantly though his gaze dipped to look at the food a few times.
"You need to eat. You haven't eaten since you arrived, you've got to be hungry," he said quietly. Now he was on the receiving end of a suspicious stare. "If you don't want it I can take it back."
The prisoner shook his head, then gave another look, "Why are you being so...kind about this?" he asked.
Tatsuo shrugged, "I'll be back in a few hours to get this. Be sure that you've finished it," he said standing, looking down that the boy, "I'm serious. You'll only waste your energy trying to escape using magic, witch. So I suggest you not try it again." Across from them he could sense the girl was awake, but he couldn't hear what was being said. He stared at the boy waiting to see if he would deny the food again or simply start eating.
Chains in the cell opposite him rattled and a voice spoke firmly despite the hoarseness of it, "Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again."
His fellow demon laughed then a yelled, "You little bitch!" A slap sounded throughout the dungeon.
The sound caused the boy to flinch and stare at the darkness where the girl was held.
Turning, Tatsuo left the cell and locked it behind him quickly going into the girls cell and grabbing the young demon by the collar, "What do you think you're doing?"
"The bitch bit me," he protested, struggling to free himself from the vice like grip of the older demon, "You don't expect me to just let that go unpunished do you?"
"What do you think the boss would say if I told him you injured the prisoner he was trying to heal? You know he wants her well enough to fight him again," Tatsuo said with a warning.
"You wouldn't?" the demon said fearfully.
"Try me. Now get back to your post," he ordered throwing the youngster out of the cell. He watched as the boy scampered away hastily, not wanting to be turned into their boss. Shaking his head Tatsuo walked toward the girl igniting the fire ball to check on her wound that for some reason still hadn't healed. 'I'll have to report that, despite what I told the boy,' he thought straightening up, leaving the cell and locking it behind him. Turning to the cell opposite he reminded, "Remember witch, no magic" he said before leaving the dungeon.
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Chris flinched when he heard the slap across from his cell. He had a pull to go to the girl, to check on her, but knew there was nothing he could do. His jailer had said that the bonds holding him prevented the use of magic. Thinking back to the demon that appeared before him, there was something different about him. He wasn't like that other demon, or any other demon for that matter. He seemed to actually care about their welfare. He couldn't forget the threat made to the demon that had struck the girl across from him.
It had been half an hour, he'd finished his lunch, and yet the girl hadn't woken or stirred. There had been nothing from her side of the dungeon not even the rattling of chains. He was starting to worry. All he could do was stare where he thought she was lying on the cold floor. As he stared into the darkness the demons words floated to him.
"You can't escape using magic. The restraints prevent its use." he'd said, "I'm serious. You'll only waste your energy trying to escape using magic, witch. So I suggest you not try it again." and then there was, "Remember witch, no magic."
Chris had heard remarks like that before. Not about the bonds preventing magic, but the whole 'witch' thing. It's like he was singled out for being a witch most of the time. He pondered over the thoughts for a while more, the pull to check on the girl, tugged at him endlessly. After about another half hour something struck him. 'Maybe there was more to that witch remark than I realized,' he thought as an idea formed in his mind, 'Maybe he was saying that my witch powers wouldn't work against the restraints, but maybe just maybe my whitelighter powers can.'
"He said that they prevented magic. Meaning all magic, every form," said an ever annoying doubtful voice.
Chris nodded as he thought over the words again. He sighed running a hand through his hair, 'It's worth a shot,' he thought looking once again in the direction of his fellow prisoner. Focusing on helping her he closed his eyes. Instantly the weight on his wrists had disappeared. When he opened his eyes he was standing. He listened, since it was too dark to see anything, and heard labored breathing close to him. "It worked," he whispered as he knelt slowly to the ground moving his hand from side to side trying to find the girl. His hand connected with soft fabric, he ran his hand further forward and it connected with a hand. Slowly placing both hands on hers he followed her arm to her shoulder, shaking her gently he leaned forward, "Hey, are you ok?" he whispered to her. The hand in his right hand twitched, "Hey, miss. It's ok, they're gone." He heard a weak groan then the room seemed to lighten, as if slowly a light was being turned on. Chris looked around confused. He could see his cell across from him, though the light in the dungeon wasn't that bright.
Feeling another twitch of the hand in his, he turned his attention to its owner, "Hey, wake up. The demons are gone." Another groan escaped and the pressure of the hand in his strengthened and he knew she was starting to wake. He positioned himself so that he could help her if she needed it.
"What happened?" she asked as she struggled to her side so that she could push herself up. Once up her free hand went to her cheek, "Why is my cheek throbbing?" she wondered aloud. Not noticing the visitor next to her.
"The demon that brought your lunch did something, you bit him and he slapped you," he summarized for her. Trying to see the face hidden behind the messy hair, "Are you alright?"
She nodded, "Yes. How long have I been out?" she asked.
"Maybe an hour," he guessed.
She nodded again, "I really wish they'd just let me go. I hate being here."
"I know what you mean," Chris said honestly, "How did you end up down here anyway? What did you do?"
Bringing her hand up she pushed aside her hair and placed a finger to her lips in thought. After moments of silence she spoke, "Water."
"Water?" he asked confused.
"Did they bring anything to drink?" she asked searching the floor with her free hand.
Chris looked around and took the glass from the tray beside him, turning raising the hand in his to take it, "Here," he said helping her take hold of the glass.
Bringing her other hand up she took hold of it with both hands, then removed one to move the stray strands of hair out of her face then took a few sips before setting the glass back down, "That's better," she said lifting her hand to remove the band holding her hair and set to work putting it all back up again.
Chris watched as she pulled her hair back into the band. He noticed that everything that was not covered by her clothing was caked with dirt and mud from the cell floor. Lifting her arms, the sleeves of the rags slid up, revealing extremely pale skin. This worried him more, "Are you sure you're alright?" he asked staring at the chalk white flesh.
Lowering her arms she turned to the source of the voice and let out a squeak when seeing him sitting beside her, "How did you get in here?" she asked looking to the cell across from hers, "Wait, I can see?"
Chris nodded, not really sure how to answer that, "Um..." he struggled not sure how to explain as he turned from his cell to look at her face. It took a minute to register the person before him. 'Is it really her?' he wondered as the face, despite all the dirt and mud, seemed very familiar. "Becca?" he asked tentatively.
The girl looked at him raising a brow, "Why do you say that name?" she asked.
"Because it's you're name, isn't it?" he asked.
She looked away, to his cell, for a moment before turning back to him, "That name sounds very familiar," she said, "It could be my name."
'Could be?' he thought as he stared at her face trying to figure out for sure, if it was her. After a moment he turned to the large glass of water they'd left for her, "Do you mind?" he asked lifting it.
She shook her head.
He poured a little onto the sleeve of his jacket, then set it back down, "Which cheek is stinging?" he asked not wanting to hurt her in what he was about to do.
Raising her hand she pointed to her right one.
Chris nodded as he leaned forward and carefully used his sleeve to wipe away the mud and dirt on her face. Being careful not to harm the injured cheek. Knowing she would not appreciate any more pain. Once finished he set back, his eyes widened as his assumption had been correct. He sighed with relief that she was still alive, "It is you."
She gave him a funny look, "Do I know you?" she asked hesitantly, surveying him, trying to figure out who he was.
"Chris, remember? You live across the street from me," he said gently.
Becca squinted her eyes at him, "And where do we live?" she asked.
"In San Francisco," he replied patiently. Though wondering why she didn't remember all this herself. He studied her face. There was a bruise forming from the red tint that marked where she'd been struck. Her once brilliant green eyes, had faded and had a slight glaze over them, probably from sleeping so much, as she had said she did most of the time, "Are you hurt anywhere else?" he found himself asking, "Have they done anything else to you?"
She nodded, "When I first came here, I remember fighting their leader. I was trying to save a group of kids that he'd picked up in the states. I was doing ok until..." she trailed off trying to remember what had happened afterward.
"Until?" he asked.
After a minute she remembered, "Until some of his demons showed up behind me and stabbed me in the side," she said looking to where the wound was hidden placing her hand on it, "It still hasn't healed," she muttered softly. She went silent for a moment before asking, "Did the children get away?"
Chris watched as some of the brilliant green surfaced in her eyes as she said this, he smiled and nodded, "Yes, they did."
She smiled and picked up a piece of fruit that was on her tray, "I'm glad."
Not wanting to interrupt her, Chris sat silently watching her. Waiting for her to finish.
Abruptly she turned to him, "Chris?! What are you doing here?" she asked, "How did you get mixed up with these demons?"
Chris looked at her, her eyes were back to normal, "It's a long story," he told her.
Becca glanced around the room, "We have plenty of time. We're not going anywhere."
Chris nodded with a slight smile, "You're right," he said before starting from his conversation with Byff, to his run in with Luke. He'd even told her that he was a whitelighter, though he didn't know if she knew what that was, and before he could get to the part about Lady Kyoto she broke in.
"Luke? So he's ok?" she asked hopeful.
He nodded, "He's fine. I have friends watching him until I..." he paused and looked at her, "Until we get home," he corrected. He wasn't leaving here without her.
Becca nodded, "He'll be safe with the sisters. They can't get him there. The Charmed Ones will protect him," she whispered firmly.
Had he not talked with Lady Kyoto before coming here he would have been shocked that she knew the girls were the Charmed Ones, but thanks to the priestess he knew that Becca was a witch and nearly all witches and demons knew of the sisters. Though most of the witches didn't really know 'who' they were, but that didn't matter. "That's why I left him with them," he told her, "He wanted to come here with me, but I wouldn't let him."
"Good. Good, I'm glad," she said semi-distracted.
The two sat in silence for a few moments.
"Becca," Chris finally spoke.
"Hmm?" she asked looking at him.
"You should really finish the rest of your food. You look a little pale," he observed.
Becca glanced at her half eaten lunch picking up another fruit slice, she sighed, "I get tired of fruit so easily. I've had it for over a week now."
Chris looked at her, "Is that all they've given you since you got here?" he asked.
"No, but it's the last thing I remember having for the past few days. When I first got here, after I was injured, they would carry me up to eat in the dinning area. Ash wants me better so we can have a rematch of our battle. Since the other one he won on a technicality. I wish he'd just finished me off when he had the chance," she sighed looking around the damp dungeon they were in.
"You don't really mean that, do you?" he asked worried.
Becca sighed, "No. But I'd rather be dead than be his prisoner. I hate waiting. I hate having to sit down here..." she broke off staring ahead of her.
"What happened?" he asked, curious to know despite the anger of knowing she'd been hurt.
Still staring ahead of her she began the tale of her trip to Tokyo, finding the priestess, learning from her, coming when they'd gotten the news that he was back with new recruits and finally her battle and what she remembered since she'd been put down in her cell.
Half way through her story Chris had to constantly fight against the anger that was building in him. He should've known that day when he walked her to the air port. When he'd had that bad feeling. He should've come with her then, instead of waiting until after he'd found out that something had indeed happened to her. He was still battling with himself when she looked at him and touched her hand to his cheek. He tensed slightly under the feel of her cold fingers.
Ignoring the part of her that just wanted to stare at him, Becca surveyed the cuts on his cheek and lip. While running a finger gently around the area on his cheek she asked, "What did they do to you?"
"Torture," he said.
She grimaced raising both hands to get a closer look at his cuts, "What do you have that they want?" she asked as she continued her inspection.
"Information on the girls," he said softly, not wanting any of the demons to hear.
"Is this all they've done to you?" she asked looking into his eyes, worried they'd hurt him.
He wanted to lie, but seeing the concern in her eyes he couldn't, "When I arrived I vanquished two of his demons. Then we fought. Before I knew it I blacked out and woke up in his office bound to a chair. He asked me about the girls but I wouldn't answer. Each time I didn't answer one of his other demons placed a hand on my shoulder and it was like lightening running through me and each time it got worse," she grimaced again, he continued, "The hardest part was not showing any sign that it bothered me. I didn't make one sound during the torture. I could tell that Ash was pissed off. If that other demon hadn't barged in and said that they needed him for something I probably wouldn't be sitting here. These..." he motioned to his cuts, "were done when he got mad after the guyed stepped out to wait on him, that he backhanded me. It's no big deal."
Becca nodded, "Well it may not seem like a big deal Chris, but you don't want these to get infected. This one here," she said running her finger down his cheek, parallel to the cut, "Is pretty deep. One of his claws must have caught you. If it isn't cleaned it will get worse. They should've taken you to the hospital wing. Maybe Tatsuo will notice it..." she trailed off in thought.
"Tatsuo?" Chris asked trying to remember where he'd heard that name.
"He's the demon that usually guards the door. He's nicer than the others. He comes in to check on me sometimes when he's sure that the others won't find out," she explained, "He's about the only one that comes in with a fire ball in his hand. The others think it's for protection purposes, but it's not. He does it so that if I'm awake I know it's him coming in."
Chris nodded, "He was the one that brought me my tray. He threatened the other demon after he hit you, said something about Ash would be pissed if he told him what the boy did."
She smiled, "That's Tatsuo and he's right. If the guy had really hurt me, Ash would've killed him. As I said he wants a rematch once I've healed, so he doesn't want anything to hinder my healing process. The only thing is that it should've healed by now. It's not that I'm complaining about the fact that it hasn't b/c I'm really not ready to fight him again. But it does worry me. According to the doctor in the infirmary it should've healed a few days after I received the wound," she sighed and lowered her hands to her knees. "What exactly did I do for the demon to slap me?" she asked raising one hand to her cheek.
Chris chuckled remembering the time before the demon had hit her, "You told him that if he touched you then his hand would never touch anything again. I couldn't see anything so he must've tried to touch you and then he yelled and we heard the impact as his hand hit your cheek. He told Tatsuo that you had bit him so he had to punish you. That's when Tatsuo threatened him."
Becca considered his words trying to remember what had happened, but found no memory of it. She finally gave up with a shrug, "I don't remember it. I must've hit my head or something."
Chris grimaced as he noticed her eyes losing their sheen and going back to the dull, glazed look they held before, 'Something is not right with her," he thought worriedly. Before he could voice his concern, voices were heard from outside the door. Chris looked to Becca to find that she'd slumped against the wall behind her with her eyes closed. Hearing the lock on the door rattle he quickly orbed back to his cell, orbing into his shackles leaning against the wall drawing his knees up a little and resting his hands on them waiting for the demons to enter.
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"What are you doing here, Evrard?" Tatsuo asked the young demon, "I thought I told you to return to your post earlier."
"You did, but the demon that was supposed to bring the food got caught up in a training session. So they asked me to do it," the boy responded, "Step aside so that I can deliver the prisoners their food."
"If anyone's going to give them their food it isn't going to be you," Tatsuo said turning to unlock the door then took the trays from him, "You wait here, if you so much as come down here I will tell the boss more some of things you've been doing around here. Do you understand me?"
Furious and fearful the boy crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, "Yes sir," he muttered reluctantly.
Leaving the boy sulking in the hall, Tatsuo made his way down the stairs situating both trays on one arm to ignite a fire ball. As he descended the stairs he looked at the two prisoners, the girl was leaning against the wall watching him; the boy seemed to be resting. He saw the girl motion for him, he went to her first. Closing his hand he reached for the key to unlock the cell, stepped in and placed her tray before her, "Something you need?" he asked quietly.
The girl nodded, "How long have I been down here?" she asked.
"Nearly two weeks," he informed her, "Is there anything else?"
"Can you check on the other prisoner? He doesn't seem to be feeling well," she said motioning toward the boy.
He nodded, "I'll check on him once I'm done here. Do you need to use the restroom?"
She nodded, "But that can wait until you've checked on him."
"I'll have to wait until the other demon has gone, then I'll take you both. I'm sure you could use some company for a little while," he said standing, leaving her cell going to the boys. Walking into the cell the boy watched him place the tray down. He glanced to the lunch tray then back to the boy, "I see you took my advice."
The boy nodded.
"That's good. So the young miss tells me that you haven't been feeling well. What's wrong?" he asked observing the boy he light the fire ball again, "Ah, I see what she means. That's a nasty cut, I'll get something for her to patch that up for you, I have no knowledge on taking care of humans." He turned hearing voices in the hall above, "I'll be back in a few minutes to escort the two of you to the bathroom." Seeing the boy nod he left closing the cell as he went back upstairs to see what was going on. Closing the dungeon door he saw Evrard talking with another demon he'd never spoken to. "What do you want?" he asked the unwelcome demon.
"I came to find him, sir," he said snapping to attention.
'Fresh meat,' he thought, "Well you found him what are you still doing here?" he asked crossing his arms.
"I was waiting for you to finish feeding the prisoners, sir. Where are their trays from earlier?" Evrard asked.
"Don't question me get back to your post, now!" he snapped causing the other demon to jump.
Casually Evrard straightened and walked away without a word, the other trotted along after him.
'I'm going to have to talk to the boss soon about that kid,' he thought as he watched the two disappear around the corner. Using his powers he sent for a young recruit that had been good about helping him. He didn't have to wait long for the boy to appear before him.
"You called sir?" he asked respectfully.
"I need some antiseptic and some bandages," he relayed.
"What size bandages sir?" he asked.
"Just bring a few of each size. I may need them later on," he said.
"Yes sir. I'll be right back," the boy bowed and disappeared. A few minutes later he reappeared before him, "Here you are sir. Will these be enough?"
Tatsuo took the bandages, "That'll do. Do you have time to help me escort the prisoners to the toilets?" he asked unlocking the dungeon.
"Of coarse sir," the boy replied.
Leading the way down the stairs Tatsuo held the fire ball in his hand out so that the boy could see. He, as a demon could see well enough in the dark, but new recruits took a while to adjust, "I'll get the girl, take these and get the boy," he said handing his keys to the boy.
The boy looked alarmed, "What if he tries to attack me sir?" he asked.
"He wont and he if does you've had enough training to take him," he assured him.
The boy took the keys and did as he was told.
Waving his hand over the cell door the lock clicked open allowing him to enter, "Get up," he called to the girl.
Pushing against the wall she stood on wobbly legs and held her hands out to him.
He waved his hand and the bonds fell to the ground. Reaching out he took her elbow, allowing her time to steady herself before they walked out of the cell. They stood waiting for the boy to fumble with the locks holding his prisoner. Finally he'd freed him and helped him to his feet walking out to meet the others, "Do you got him or do you need to switch?" he asked as the boy stumbled out having trouble supporting his prisoner.
"If you wouldn't mind sir?" he asked hoping he wouldn't get in trouble.
Tatsuo rolled his eyes before looking to see if the girl could stand on her own. When she nodded he released her and went to help the boy, "Now go help her and let's go."
The young demon nodded and took hold of the girls elbow and followed Tatsuo out of the dungeon to the toilets. Every now and then glancing to the girl, worried that she would try to escape.
Minutes later they were standing outside the toilets. "Ladies first," said the young demon as he guided her to the door.
"I can handle it on my own thank you," she said politely as she closed the door in his face.
The boy prisoner smirked at the look on the young demons face.
"Don't worry, what's your name again?" Tatsuo asked surprised that he'd forgotten the boy's name.
"It's Eric sir," the boy replied.
"That's right, you're one of those from the states," he remembered.
"Yes sir," Eric replied, "I'm from Mississippi."
He nodded.
Looking down at his watch Eric paled slightly, "Excuse me sir. I have to be at the gym in five minutes, do you think you can handle these two? I don't want to be late again," he winced.
Tatsuo looked to the boy standing next to him and the door before nodded to Eric, "They won't be any trouble for me. Go if you need to."
"Thank you sir," Eric said before disappearing.
"Do demons normally say thank you?" the boy beside him asked.
Tatsuo shook his head, "No. But that one does, he's still in training so his manners come out when he's stressed. Being late for training is something that no recruit wants to repeat once is enough for them."
His prisoner nodded.
Hearing the lock on the door click minutes later, the two men looked up.
"Sorry, I hope you don't mind I decided to wash up a little," the girl spoke running her fingers through her wet hair, "I know it's really pointless since I'm going to be in that cell all the time, but it helps me feel better."
"Don't worry about it. I'm sure the boss wouldn't object. If it makes you feel better then to him that's good news," Tatsuo told her.
She nodded with a grim expression as she stepped out into the hall, "You're turn," she said slightly cheerful to the boy.
Tatsuo watched as the boy stared at the girl. Rolling his eyes he nudged the boy a little to get him to move, "Get in there," he said.
Shaking his head the boy went through the door.
Lowering his voice he reached into his pocket and pulled out the bandages, "Here, when he gets done, go in there and clean him up. Keep those with you, there should be enough there if you're wound opens back up."
The girl took the things he handed her, "Thank you."
He shrugged, "Just make sure that the others don't see them when I'm not on duty."
She nodded.
The door to the bathroom opened a few minutes later and the boy stood in the doorway.
Stepping forward the girl took his arm and pulling him back through the door, closing it behind her. The surprise on the boys face was priceless.
Tatsuo couldn't help but smirk at the boys reaction.
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"What are you doing?" Chris asked in surprise when Becca closed the door behind them.
Turning from the door she smiled, "Tatsuo got the things I needed to clean your cuts. Now take a seat," she ordered pointing to the toilet.
Chris watched as her eyes took on their normal sheen and continued watching her. He still couldn't figure out what made them change like that.
'What is he staring at?' she wondered. She waited a little while longer but grew tired of waiting and placed her hands on his shoulders forcing him down on the toilet seat, "I said sit." Once he was down she turned placing a few bandages on the back of the toilet along with the antiseptic, then pulled out some paper towels wetting them and set to work washing his face.
In a daze Chris was thrown of guard when she forced him to sit. Minutes later she was wiping the dirt and mud from his face with wet paper towels. Having nothing else to do Chris watched her, staring into her face. She held a set look of concentration. He could tell, by the care she was taking around the sore area, that she knew what she was doing and wondered where she'd learned to treat such things.
"This may sting a little," she said as she turned to get more paper towels, wetting them and putting a small amount of soup on the towels, "But it's needed to help clean the wound." She was staring at him with a gentle look, waiting for him to answer.
Entranced by the look in her eyes, Chris felt himself nod in response never dropping his gaze.
She smiled, "If it gets to painful let me know."
He nodded again, "I'll be fine just go ahead."
He watched her nod and then that look of concentration found its way back upon her face as she gently wiped the cut. He flinched as she had accidentally probed to hard on the sore tissue.
"I'm sorry," she apologized quickly.
"Don't worry about it, continue," he said turning his gaze from her worried one. Unable to look her in the eye. 'How the hell can I take everything they threw at me in his office and then I flinch at the slightest touch from her, trying to heal the wounds they had inflicted?' he wondered, 'It doesn't make sense.'
Becca tried working more gently as she cleaned the cut on his cheek. She hadn't meant to hurt him, but having him watching her work was a little unnerving not to mention distracting. It was hard to focus. Shaking her head to clear those thoughts she focused once more on her work, trying to ignore him the best she could.
Seeing her shake her head, Chris was confused, "Is something wrong?" he asked thinking it had something to do with his cut.
"No, my mind just sorta slipped a little for a moment, but everything's fine now," she said with a smile, determined not to meet his gaze, so that she could stay focused. Once she'd finished cleaning the wound she disposed of the paper towels before picking up the antiseptic. She carefully drew a line over the cut with it then grabbed one of the larger bandages to dress the wound. Having applied it she stepped back and admired her work. "Not very attractive but at least it will keep it from setting up with infection. The cut on your lip should be fine by tomorrow," she informed him as she disposed of the trash in her hand then gathered the things she hadn't used.
Chris patted the bandage on his face and grimaced. He hated the way it felt on his cheek, but kept it in place. It would be far worse if it did set up with infection, "Thanks," he said as he stood slowly.
"Not a problem," Becca replied refusing again to meet his gaze.
The two stood in silence for a few minutes. Chris watching Becca and Becca fidgeting trying to hide the dressings and antiseptic so that no one could see them.
She could feel his eyes on her and could feel her face starting to heat up. Unable to take it anymore she said, "I think we should get back out there before Tatsuo starts to wonder what we're really doing in here." 'Shit!' she scolded herself, 'That didn't sound right. He probably took it the wrong way. Ah, this is just great. It's just my luck being imprisoned with the person that I like. This really sucks!'
"You're right," Chris said as he looked to the door behind her, "After you," he said motioning for her to go first.
Becca nodded and turned opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.
Tatsuo was leaned against the wall opposite them; she noticed he had a slight smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes and avoided his gaze as well.
"So are you two ready now?" the demon asked.
Becca nodded.
Chris stepped out to join them, closing the door behind him.
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Taking both their elbows Tatsuo guided them back towards the dungeon. He noticed that the girl was tense and figured it was from being so close to the boy. Looking to the boy there was a blank expression on his face. Feeling the need to instigate the two he asked, "So I take it the boy is going to live then?" He looked to the girl waiting for her answer.
When she didn't respond the boy looked at her as well.
She flinched, he knew she could feel both their eyes on her, then nodded, "He'll be fine as long as he keeps a close eye on that cut. He'll also have to have the bandaged changed ever-so-often."
The boy turned his gaze ahead of them not saying a word.
"I'm sure the boss will be glad to hear it," he commented trying to ease the tension.
The girl tensed again, "I'm sure he will," she said through clenched teeth.
"You said it's been days since I was put in that cell," the boy said turning his gaze to Tatsuo.
He nodded.
"If he wants information out of me, why hasn't he sent someone to collect me so he can try and torturing me again?" he asked.
The girl's eyes fixed on the boy in horror.
"The boss has been very busy since he had you put in your cell. Things that are far more important than anything that he needs from you at the moment," he said.
"And what would that be?" the boy asked.
"I'm not at liberty to say," Looking around he continued more quietly, "All I know is that it has something to do with her."
The girls head shot up, "Me?"
Tatsuo nodded looking around again, "That's all I know. He hasn't anything to us."
"But there was a demon that burst in while he was in the middle of 'torturing' me. He knew what was going on," the boy broke in.
"There are few demons that are in charge of certain things. The things they learn they pass on to the boss, kinda like a security group," he said unsure of how to explain. What was so surprising is that they two nodded in understanding.
The group made the rest of the trip to the dungeon in silence. Each in their own world. Neither said anything as he placed them in their cells and left.
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Having been placed in their cells both prisoners started eating their meals. Their chains rattling at every movement.
Across from him Chris heard what seemed to be metal hitting metal, "What are you doing?" he asked pushing his empty tray aside.
"Just stacking my trays. It's a force of habit," Becca said in the darkness.
"Your voice is coming back," Chris noted.
"Yeah," she replied with a sigh.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing just thinking."
"About?" he pressed needing something to pass the time.
"Home and my family," she said placing her hands on her knees.
"Oh," he said not knowing what to say.
A moment of silence passed.
"What do you think has Ash so freaked?" Becca asked finally, forcing her thoughts away from the ones threatening to surface.
Chris shook his head. He'd been wondering the same thing their entire trip back to the dungeon and had yet to come up with anything, "I don't know."
Becca sighed, "It probably has something to do with our rematch," she thought aloud.
"I seriously doubt it. That wouldn't exactly have him freaked. From the way the guards and Tatsuo talk he can't wait for you to get better," Chris said.
"Maybe he's freaking b/c Tatsuo told him that my wound still hadn't healed," she suggested.
"No. If he had I think he would've told you. And if Ash is really bent on fighting you he would make sure you were taking to the infirmary so that the doctor could figure that out," Chris countered.
"Yeah, that makes sense," she sighed again leaning against the wall of her prison, "Chris, I'm sorry that you got mixed up in all this. I feel responsible for your capture."
Chris was taken aback. How could she feel responsible for what happened? He was the one that came here to vanquish Ash. It had been his plan before he even knew she was in trouble. It wasn't until he ran into Luke and heard his story that he felt more determined to vanquish the demon. "Becca it's not your fault," he said finally moving as far away from the way as he could.
"You came here to help me, you said so yourself," she said.
Chris ran what he'd told her through his head before answering, "Yes, but I also told you that I had already decided on coming here to vanquish Ash, remember? Then I ran into Luke and he told me what you had done for him and the others. After hearing his story I was more determined to kill the demon. Yes I wanted to help you, not only b/c you'd helped those children but b/c I consider you a friend," he paused hardly believing he'd said those words.
Despite his trying to distance himself from everyone here, she had managed to work her way into his shell. It explained his reaction the night at P3 when Luke had talked about trying to get her information to take her home. The unease he'd felt at her walking alone to the airport. The perverted security guard. The worry when he noticed that she'd sat down and dozed off, then him buying the water and putting a spell on it to help her out a little. The bad feeling he got when he watched her board the plane. Then the sinking feeling he'd had when he heard Luke's story about the miko who had saved him and the others from the demon. All this brought back a feeling he'd had from when he'd laid her on the sofa the night she'd passed out and he'd carried her home surfaced again, he'd felt like his life was different. He couldn't explain it at the time, but now he understood. Not only had she worked her way into his shell, she'd also found her way into his heart.
This realization made his head spin; thousands of things ran through his mind at once. 'How can this be? I've only known her for a short period of time.' 'Why didn't I realize this before?' 'Bianca.' 'Saving Wyatt. Saving the future.' 'How am I going to keep this from Phoebe? She's sure to find out when we return home. She's very observant.' 'What's going to happen when I have to go back home?' With that last thought Chris shook his head to clear the others. He looked at his hands focusing on that last thought. He knew that he'd have to leave eventually, once his task was complete, but being here in this time with his whole family was great. True they didn't know who he was; it was still nice being able to spend time with them, which would be impossible back home. Sometimes he considered just staying here, but would soon change his mind. He knew his place was in a different time, plus he did have a fiancé waiting on him. With this he realized that when she'd passed through his mind it didn't really have the effect it normally did when he thought of her. He felt a little bad about just passing over her but then again he didn't. Chris looked toward Becca's cell for a moment then dropped his gaze back to his hands, 'I can't,' he thought firmly, 'I have a fiancé back home,' he glanced her way again, 'Even if I didn't I ...' his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the lock on the door above them being opened.
Turning his attention to the door he saw Tatsuo coming down the stairs, fire ball in hand. He watched as the demon went to Becca's cell first. He heard the sound of metal being moved and figured that he was collecting their meal trays. Chris reached over and stacked his together. Minutes later his own cell was being unlocked and the demon stepped in. For a moment Chris' thought traveled to the events of the morning, "What is being done about the demon that assaulted her?" he asked.
The demon looked at him a moment before replying, "I sent word to the boss about it. I don't know what is going to be done. He wants to have a meeting with us though. So tomorrow there will be another demon guarding the door until I get back. I'll talk with him on the matter then."
Chris nodded.
"Don't worry. I won't let him get away with what he did to her. And if I know the boss he'll be extremely pissed that he was...well lets just say had I known he would try something like that I wouldn't have let him down here," he said.
"You mean he..." Chris began.
The demon nodded, "Why do you think she said what she did and then bit him? She was asleep when we came down here, but she sensed what he was planning to do and reacted to it as she stirred awake."
His anger flared, 'I'm going to kill that demon if it's the last thing I do.'
"The boss will take care of it. He killed the demon that stabbed her," he informed him, "I suggest you two get some sleep. I'll be coming early in the morning to give you a toilet break before I go to the meeting. I don't trust any other demon to do it."
Chris nodded trying to suppress his anger.
Tatsuo stood and left carrying their trays out with him.
Heaving a sigh as the door closed and locked Chris looked toward Becca's cell, "Becca you're not responsible for my being here."
Becca took a deep breath and sat quietly for a few minutes before saying, "You know. Despite what I said, I am glad you're here." With these words she could tell that the heat was creeping up into her cheeks and was glad that he couldn't see her in the darkness.
Chris furrowed his brows in slight confusion. Before he could ask she continued.
"It may sound bad. But I am. I'm glad I'm not sitting down here alone anymore. Now I have someone to talk to. I thought I would go crazy, that's one of the reasons why I slept so much," she confessed resting her head against the wall behind her closing her eyes.
Her words made him smile. Turning his head to make sure that the door was fastened he orbed out of his cell over to hers. Appearing beside her he sat down, "That doesn't sound so bad to me."
Hearing his voice beside her Becca jumped and looked in the direction his voice had come from, "Do you have to do that?" she asked.
Chris chuckled, "Sorry, did I scare you?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed.
"Did you not see the shimmering lights?" he asked leaning toward her.
She shook her head, then remembered he couldn't see her, "No. I had my eyes closed."
"Oh sorry. Do you want me to go back to my cell then?" he asked.
She heard him shuffle and figured he was standing. She instinctively stuck out her hand and grabbed, what she hoped was, his pants leg, "No, you can stay. Just next time give me some warning."
He chuckled and took his seat beside her again.
"So what were you saying before you scared me half to death?" she asked trying to situate her hands comfortably on her stomach, failing to do so b/c of the cuffs on her wrists.
Chris leaned back against the wall, his shoulder brushing hers as he did so, "What you said didn't sound bad to me. In all honesty I'm glad I'm here too." 'I hate the thought of you having to sit down here alone,' he added to himself, "Well I could do without the torture part, but other than that the company is nice." He felt Becca nod beside him and smiled again.
Frustrated with not being able to get comfortable she gave up and placed her hands back on her knees in front of her. She leaned her head back against the wall closing her eyes again. Having Chris beside her during this was a great comfort. She hadn't lied when she told him that she thought she would go crazy. Every time she slept it was more of a deep sleep, not a sleep one would normally have. She would spend days sleeping, when to her it felt like mere hours. It scared her, every time she woke to find that days had passed her by. But what scared her most of all was the fact that she couldn't remember who she was or where she was from most of the time. It was like her memory had slipped away or been erased leaving only bits and pieces of the things for her to remember. Then there would be times where she felt normal, like she did now. She realized that since he'd arrived she'd been able to stay that way longer, though there had been times during the day she'd slipped back into her forgetful self with patched memories that didn't make much sense. With all these thoughts came fatigue, she felt very exhausted after the days events, though she hadn't really done that much. Her head slid along the wall until it made contact with Chris' shoulder.
Feeling something hit his shoulder Chris tensed a little before realizing what it had been, "You ok?" he asked. He felt her nod against his shoulder.
"Yeah, just a little tired," she replied tiredly.
There was a moment of silence.
"Chris?"
"Yeah?" he asked turning his head seeing her red hair through the darkness.
"Thank you," she said softly.
Chris furrowed his brows in confusion, "For what?" he asked gently.
"Coming to get me," she said opening her eyes and turning to look up at him, "I know you said you were coming anyway, but it really means a lot that you would come to try and help me after what Luke told you."
He felt her tilting her head up and knew she was trying to look at him. He smiled, "Don't worry about it. You'd do the same for me," he said before realizing it. He bit his lip to keep from saying more.
After a moment she nodded, "Damn straight," she said seriously as she snuggled closer trying to get more comfortable.
Chris had to force himself not to tense again at her actions. He knew she'd been down here for over a week, probably close to two weeks now, and she'd had to sleep on the cold, hard, damp floor. The least he could do was give her a few hours of rest on something more comfortable. When she finally settled he relaxed, though it was strange allowing someone so close that he barely knew, it also made him smile. She'd thanked him for his kindness. And even though he hated to admit it, he was enjoying having her this close. He felt like a normal guy, for once, since his journey to the past.
"But you know what," she continued, bringing him out of his thoughts.
"What?" he asked sliding down a little to make himself more comfortable.
"When it's my turn to rescue you, I'll be sure to kill the bloody demon so we aren't stuck in a cold, dark dungeon," she said with a smile fixing herself again.
Chris laughed quietly so as to not get Tatsuo's attention. He didn't know what would happen if he came in and saw him out of his own cell. Feeling the urge to tease he said, "Hey being in a cold, dark dungeon has it benefits. Without it you wouldn't have an excuse to use me as a pillow."
Becca buried her face in his arm, forgetting that through the darkness he couldn't see her blushing.
He chuckled at her reaction, though he couldn't see for sure, he knew she was more than likely turning a bright red.
His chuckling only made matters worse. She fought relentlessly against the blush staining her cheeks. After a while she was able to suppress it enough to mumble, "Sorry, I hope you don't mind. You're far more comfortable then this dirty floor."
"I don't mind at all. Like you said this place is pretty cold so it's fine. You get a pillow and I get a sort of heating blanket," he teased again.
Becca groaned as she was unable to fight back this new blush, "Do you have to keep doing that?" she complained before she could think better of it.
"Doing what?" he asked innocently.
"Talking," she said trying to cover her near confession.
Chris smirked, "Sorry. I'll stop now. Get some rest it's been a long day."
"Thank you," she said softly as she started dozing off, "You should get some too."
"I will," he replied softly.
She was nearly asleep, taking a deep breath she stated, "Goodnight Chris."
"Goodnight Becca," he smiled, "Now go to sleep."
She grunted and nodded absently as she drifted further into sleep.
He waited a few minutes to see if she'd say anything else. Hearing her breathing even out he shook his head at her stubbornness, 'Seems she has to have the last word.' For a while Chris sat going over his previous thoughts, then tired and confused with those he listened to the slow, steady breathing of the young woman next to him. After a while he found himself drifting into sleep.
Wow, I didn't realize this chapter was going to end up being this long. I just couldn't stop writing and I wanted to finish it off with a little bit of playful teasing. I think I did pretty good. Though the beginning I admit is a little rocky. Ah well. It's done.
So what has had Ash so busy? What is Becca's role in the deal? Why has Ash asked to speak with all his demons? What will he do to Evrard for his actions against his healing opponent? Will Becca and Chris ever get home? Demons are never known to be kind, so why does Tatsuo treat Ash's prisoners so well? Is there a secret waiting to be revealed that will explain his kindness? (haha, yeah like I'm going to answer that. You'll have to wait and see.)
Evrard is the French form of the English word Everard, meaning "Strong as a boar."
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