Hello.
I am officially back from the dead. Yes, I do know that this is late, 2-3 days late in my opinion, only because I like it when I can roll out a chapter every night for you guys. The reason is because first, my cousins from Seattle WA visited my in NY. Also, the day after my cousins left, I screwed up my back, making it super painful when I even move. Yep. That's the reasons. But while I was out due to back problems, I thought about my story more and more. I am proud to say that as of right now, I know how this story will end. Yep. I said it. Those little words saying that the ending to this story is near. But, for good news, this story WILL have a sequel, only because the ending will have a HUGE cliffhanger. Okay. Well, all is said so, imam gonna let you read now… (Pardon some language in it)
Meghan.
Chapter Fourteen.
Arthur.
Chase just stood there. Glaring up at Arthur. "W-What's he doing here. How does he even know were here?" Ariadne almost yelled, her voice getting higher with each word. Arthur looked at Eames, and Eames caught Arthur's angered face. Eames followed Arthur's gaze, only to rest on Chase. Eames' head snapped backed to Arthur, mouthing, "I tried telling you that night". Arthur muttered something he hoped Ariadne couldn't hear.
Arthur turned back to Ariadne, and just then noticed how scared she looked, and rubbing the arm that was hurt in her attack. "Ariadne, have you been telling me the truth about the day you were attacked?" Arthur asked, his voice cold. She didn't look up at him. "Ariadne. Tell me" He asked again.
Finally, she looked up. The rims of her eyes were reddening, and tears were welling up. "Chase, there was never any friend," She laughed bitterly. "Chase was drunk, and only he did that to me".
Arthur nodded, he wasn't surprised. He walked past Ariadne, but stopped when she grabbed him arm. "Where are you going now?" She hissed. "To kill this son of a bitch," He growled, tugging free of her grasp. He left her, and practically shoved his way across the dance floor to Chase. Approaching him from behind, Arthur growled, "Chase".
Chase turned around, and fakely looked surprised. "Ah, if it isn't my dear friend Arthur, who desperately tries telling me that he isn't involved with my girlfriend" Chase smiles slyly. Arthur narrowed his eyes. First of all, only Arthur can be sly, when Chase does it, he looks like, let's just say bad. "Chase. You are a horrible liar" Arthur says coldly. "Oh? And why do you say that"
Arthur smirks. "Well, if she's your girlfriend, why is she kissing me?"
Chase's face reddens. "Oh Arthur, how you humor me. Why don't we step outside, and get fresh air?"
"Fine by me" Arthur growls in response, following Chase out of the main room, and on to the outside terrace. Once out of view from the main public, Arthur grabs Chase's collar, and pulls him down to the ground.
Sputtering, Chase gets up. Arthur takes of his jacket slowly, and loosens his shirt sleeves to roll them up. "Were really going to do this right now?" Chase spits. "Yep," Arthur says, punching him square in the jaw. Chase falls again, getting up to rest his hands on his knees. "You pack a punch man," He says before Arthur kicks the back of his knees. "And a kick" He adds falling over. "You know, I'm actually not one to taunt, but to be honest, I feel like I'm fighting an old woman" Arthur says, tilting his head to one side to look at Chase on the ground.
"What a comedian," Chase mutters, getting up once again. "How did you know we would be here tonight?" He asked, circling him. Chase spit blood from his mouth on the ground. "Gabby told me you would be in Sweden for a Gala, or something. So I came, of course, I found out it was for Mr. Harrison. I used to work in Harrison's headquarters as his assistant, so I called in a favor" Chase smirked.
"You got balls coming here Chase, I have to admit that," Arthur said, eyeing Chase. "Hey, what can I say, they attract the ladies, just like Miss Puff-Ball Ariadne. Yeah, she was really attracted to them," Chase laughed in Arthur's face.
He curled his fingers into a tight fist, his fingernails biting into the skin of his palm. Arthur grabbed the front of Chase's shirt and hit him, over and over. "No. One. Says. That. !" He hissed between punches. "Arthur! Stop it!"
Arthur, looked by the door, and saw her. Dropping Chase's shirt collar, the man crumbled. Her eyes were puffy and red, and it took all of Arthur's will not to kiss her again. He clamly fixed his shirt and threw back on his jacket. "Come on, Eames is probably almost done," He whispered in her ear, walking back into the Gala, like nothing had happened.
Yes. You probably think, eh, could be better, but sorry! I do have a life other than my computer! I promise the next one will be longer than usually, to make up for this one's shortness.