Other Worlds
Chapter 2
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Heero closed his eyes and braced himself for the pain he knew was coming. He lay there, his back pressed against the rough bark of a tree, counting the seconds he had left to live. He suddenly heard a loud yelp. He opened his eyes to see the large red beast that had been about to rip his throat out, sprawled on its side about five feet away to his right. The acrid smell of burning flesh and smoke assaulted Heero's nose. He noticed the monster's side was smoking and a large burn wound covered over half its body. He looked around trying to find the cause of the damage and to see if it would be coming after him next.
The other large red wolf sniffed at its now dead partner. It turned to Heero, growling and baring sharp fangs. It leaped for Heero, but a figure leaped from the woods and slashed the monstrous beast across its large red muzzle. The beast howled in pain and outrage at being wounded. It stepped back, growling at the intruder who had gotten between it and its potential dinner. The stranger began chanting odd words that ran together like liquid, in a quiet melodious voice.
What the hell…?
Heero watched in mute fascination as a small ball of light formed in the stranger's open, upturned palm. It grew to become a large ball of scorching hot flames. Heero could feel the heat wash against his skin from the dancing flames, but the caster seemed oblivious to them. The red beast leaped and at the same time, the stranger threw the giant ball of flames straight into the monster's face, permanently ending its evil existence.
The stranger re-sheathed her sword and turned to face him. She walked over to him and held out a hand to help him up. The same hand that had just destroyed that horrible red beast. Heero refused her hand and got up on his own. He pressed his back tightly against the tree, ready to defend himself should she decide to turn her blade on him.
Nothing was said as the two stood there. Heero looked the strange person over carefully. She was a few inches shorter than he was. She had fine features that gave her a strange ethereal beauty. Her rosy pink lips stood out against her peaches and cream complexion. Her almond shaped aqua-green eyes were partially hidden by her tousled looking bangs. Her honey-blonde hair had golden highlights, like someone had painted streaks of sunlight through it and it hung down past her waist in a thick, neat braid. Her figure was slender and curved in all the right places. She was wearing pants made out of a rough looking brown material that clung to her shapely legs like a second skin and knee-high brown leather boots. Her dark green shirt was cut low exposing her slender shoulders and ended short showing off a smooth, flat stomach. The sleeves were loose and flared slightly before ending neatly at her wrists. A small hole was cut in the center of her small blouse, showing ample cleavage. What was strangest though, was that her ears were long and ended in a point.
"Hey! What are you staring at?!" she suddenly said angrily breaking the silence between them. She was flushed a bright red. Heero looked away quickly.
Was I just checking her out?
"Who are you?" he asked coldly, distrust flashing in his stormy blue eyes.
"Well that's a fine thank you. Do you always show the people who just saved your life such gratitude?" she said snidely. Heero just glared at her.
"My name is Nikita. Most call me Nikki though." She flipped her long yellow braid over her shoulder. "What's your name?"
"Where am I?" he asked, totally ignoring her question.
"You're in Jenret Forest. Why?" she answered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"How did I get here?"
"How in the Seven Realms should I know?!" Nikita was becoming a bit exasperated at all the questions and a little annoyed at the strange boy's attitude towards her. "Don't you know how you got here?" Heero shook his head.
"I just woke up here."
"You just woke up here?" asked Nikita, raising a delicate gold eyebrow. She walked over to Heero until they were only a few feet apart. "What do you mean you just woke up here? You must have gotten here somehow." She rubbed at her chin thoughtfully, gazing off into the distance. Her oceanic eyes fixed themselves on Heero again. "Say, just where are you from anyway? You don't look like you're from around here."
"I'm not." said Heero.
"So you're a foreigner and you have no clue how you got here." summarized Nikita. "I guess that explains why you were wandering around unarmed. Most people don't come to Jenret Forest with some kind of weapon. This place is notorious for its blood wolves. I thought you were just a stupid traveler."
Heero said nothing.
"Hey, you still haven't told me your name." said Nikita. She placed her hands on her hips and glared at Heero.
"Heero Yuy."
"Heero Yuy? What kind of a name is that?" she snorted. "Well Heero Yuy we'd better get going before something else shows up."
"We?" Heero cocked a questioning eyebrow at her.
"Yes 'we'. My conscience won't let me leave you behind to die. I guess I'm too kind-hearted, especially to you bone-headed humans." she gestured for him to follow her. "Let's go. My brother's at our camp. It's not too far away. He's a mage so he might be able to find out how you got here."
"A mage?"
"Yes. Don't they have mages where you come from?" she turned around so she was facing him. Heero shook his head. "What a strange country. Imagine, not having any mages. What a silly thought." Nikita noticed Heero limping as he walked after her.
"Hey there, why are you limping? Are you injured?" She walked back over to him and began examining his leg.
"I tripped and twisted it while I was running." said Heero.
"Well we better take care of it then. Sit down." she ordered and for some reason Heero found himself obeying. Nikita then set to work making a makeshift splint for Heero's injured ankle.
"There. That'll do for now." she said as she finished. She stood up and took Heero's hand to help him to his feet. Heero felt a strange tingle run through his arm at the minimal contact. "You can lean on me until we find something you can use as a crutch." She swung one of his arms around her shoulders and gripped him tightly around the waist. Heero found himself feeling a little strange at her closeness. He could feel the bare flesh of her shoulders against the underside of his arm. It was so smooth and soft and contrasted greatly against his own tan skin. A few loose strands of hair that had escaped from her braid tickled his arm. They felt like strands of silk. Heero inhaled sharply when he accidentally put too much weight on his injured ankle, distracted by his study of the strange girl. He caught her scent. She smelled like strawberries and fresh cream.
Wait. Why am I thinking about the way she smells? Heero shook the thoughts from his head and concentrated on walking. He suddenly felt Nikita tense.
"What's wrong?" he asked as he scanned the woods for potential danger. He couldn't find anything.
"Shhh. I think I hear something." Nikita whispered. Heero listened as well. After a while he could hear a faint rustling sound coming from their right.
"I think we may have trouble."
Another cliffhanger! What will happen to Heero now? You'll just have to wait and see! Chapter 3 may be a little slow in coming. This chapter kinda took a lot outta me. Please be patient! I'll post it as soon as I can. Promise! Please review and thanks for reading!