Chapter 31
Keeping Quiet
Legolas woke up in the man's lap. The man had fallen asleep with his hand on top of Legolas' blood stained hair. Legolas tried his best to pull away without waking Ramza, but he failed.
Ramza opened his eyes and gently grabbed Legolas' arm. Legolas' energy left his body once again as he feared another beating. He began to shake, but not near as bad as he did the night before.
He reached his other leather gloved hand to Legolas' had, moving slowly, closer and closer. Legolas closed his eyes, fearing what he was going to do. He finally reached Legolas' cheek. He cupped it in his hand and moved Legolas' head to where he could see all of his face. Legolas slowly opened his eyes, viewing the man and the small grin he had pasted on his face.
"You, Legolas, will speak nothing of what happened last night." He then moved his cupped hand to Legolas hair. He then roughly grabbed Legolas' hair, yanking Legolas closer. "And you will never touch my sister again."
Legolas was afraid. He began to get dizzy as another chip of his sanity was removed. Ramza let go of Legolas' hair, but kept a strong hold on his arm. The worst part was what Ramza said next.
"Or else...."
He then let go of Legolas' arm and left the room, leaving Legolas curled up on the bed, hoping Ramza wouldn't come back. He then started to clean the man's room. When he reached the dresser, he peered into the mirror and saw bornw streaks in his hair, mostly at the top. Blood that had come from the wound he had put in his head himself had dyed his hair. He panicked, remembering the beating the night before, and ran to a nearby water basin. He grabbed the rag out of it and went back to the mirror.
Yanking his hair and pulling it violently, he tried his best to remove it. He even pulled some of it out while he busily washed it. He finally stopped, his head sore and his hair clean of the dried blood. He slowly pulled himself together and looked around the room for something to do.
He saw the vase that he had broken the night before. He ran to it, hoping that Ramza wouldn't come back to see it remaining on the floor. He gathered it up in his arms and walked to the balcony of the room. He let the broken vase fall from his arms and they fell to the ground. One of the larger pieces had strayed and cut Legolas' arm, leaving a long cut that traveled from the opposite side of his elbow to his wrist.
He wondered why so much pain had entered his life as he watched the blood spill from his arm. But, with this cut, he felt some of his worry and pain dissapear. He picked up a piece of the vase that hadn't made it off the balcony and held it to his face.
He was in a different world now, he wasn't binded by Galadriel's spell any more. He took the small piece and brought it down to his arm. He slowly dug the broken piece into a soft part under his wrist. More blood spilled down his arm. He sat on the balcony floor and watched the blood drip out of the pierced skin as his worries disappeared.
He felt the cuts effect weakening, so he added another slice a little below the first. More blood...
He was about to add a third but he heard the door open. He stood up quickly, dizzy from his loss of blood. He ran to the curtains that lined the balcony door and wiped his arm as fast as he could on them. They were purple, but they blended in enough so that none would notice it immediatly.
He ran into the room to find Ramza observing the cleaness of the room.
"Very Well, elf," he said without any obvious emotion. He then walked to the dizzy Legolas who was struggling to keep his balance. "And for your sake, I hope oyu haven't said anything to anyone... have you?" Legolas quickly shook his head no and lowered it in turn.
He looked down at Legolas' hand and saw blood dripping from it. Legolas looked up and saw where his gaze had wandered. He tried his best to naturaly hide his hand, but Ramza grabbed it. He saw the first and longest of the three cuts that covered Legolas' arm.
He forced Legolas to sit on the edge of his bed as he kneeled and rolled up the sleeve on his white servant's robe. Legolas tried his best to keep the fear from coming, but Ramza influenced it more than ever.
Ramza viewed over the bloody arm and looked up at Legolas. "How did this happen?"
Legolas shuddered, but said nothing. "Did you do this?" Legolas feared he would ask the question. He shook his head no and looked further down, letting some of his hair fall in front of his eyes, like a curtain of protection.
"Liar," Ramza told him in a firm voice. Legolas quinched in fear, wondering if Ramza would punish him or not.
Ramza than squeezed Legolas' arm, making the cuts sting and opening the longer one further. "DID YOU!?" He screamed. "Yes!" Legolas screamed back, bringing the unwounded hand to his face to cover it as he felt another chip of his sanity go away.
Ramza drew his unoccupied hand and slapped Legolas' face with the backside of his hand. "Don't you scream at me bitch!" It was then that Legolas smelled the fresh liquor that perfumed his breath. Legolas entered a dark abyss as he collapsed on top of Ramza.
Ramza shook his head and dropped Legolas on the floor, leaving him alone.
Legolas began to feel cold again. He felt fear, he felt cold, he felt the need for another cut. But he wouldn't, for he feared another encounter with Ramza.
Legolas knew only one thing for sure... he had to escape. He had to leave his love Philla.
It didn't matter if it meant his death....
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AND THE PLOT THICKENS, *dum dum dum*!
Maybe I'll get bored with this again and just have him commit suicde and put 'The End', of course this wouldn't happen if you Reviewed ^_^
And if you like Final Fantasy X, I posted the first chapter of a fan fic im making for it. YAY!
Keeping Quiet
Legolas woke up in the man's lap. The man had fallen asleep with his hand on top of Legolas' blood stained hair. Legolas tried his best to pull away without waking Ramza, but he failed.
Ramza opened his eyes and gently grabbed Legolas' arm. Legolas' energy left his body once again as he feared another beating. He began to shake, but not near as bad as he did the night before.
He reached his other leather gloved hand to Legolas' had, moving slowly, closer and closer. Legolas closed his eyes, fearing what he was going to do. He finally reached Legolas' cheek. He cupped it in his hand and moved Legolas' head to where he could see all of his face. Legolas slowly opened his eyes, viewing the man and the small grin he had pasted on his face.
"You, Legolas, will speak nothing of what happened last night." He then moved his cupped hand to Legolas hair. He then roughly grabbed Legolas' hair, yanking Legolas closer. "And you will never touch my sister again."
Legolas was afraid. He began to get dizzy as another chip of his sanity was removed. Ramza let go of Legolas' hair, but kept a strong hold on his arm. The worst part was what Ramza said next.
"Or else...."
He then let go of Legolas' arm and left the room, leaving Legolas curled up on the bed, hoping Ramza wouldn't come back. He then started to clean the man's room. When he reached the dresser, he peered into the mirror and saw bornw streaks in his hair, mostly at the top. Blood that had come from the wound he had put in his head himself had dyed his hair. He panicked, remembering the beating the night before, and ran to a nearby water basin. He grabbed the rag out of it and went back to the mirror.
Yanking his hair and pulling it violently, he tried his best to remove it. He even pulled some of it out while he busily washed it. He finally stopped, his head sore and his hair clean of the dried blood. He slowly pulled himself together and looked around the room for something to do.
He saw the vase that he had broken the night before. He ran to it, hoping that Ramza wouldn't come back to see it remaining on the floor. He gathered it up in his arms and walked to the balcony of the room. He let the broken vase fall from his arms and they fell to the ground. One of the larger pieces had strayed and cut Legolas' arm, leaving a long cut that traveled from the opposite side of his elbow to his wrist.
He wondered why so much pain had entered his life as he watched the blood spill from his arm. But, with this cut, he felt some of his worry and pain dissapear. He picked up a piece of the vase that hadn't made it off the balcony and held it to his face.
He was in a different world now, he wasn't binded by Galadriel's spell any more. He took the small piece and brought it down to his arm. He slowly dug the broken piece into a soft part under his wrist. More blood spilled down his arm. He sat on the balcony floor and watched the blood drip out of the pierced skin as his worries disappeared.
He felt the cuts effect weakening, so he added another slice a little below the first. More blood...
He was about to add a third but he heard the door open. He stood up quickly, dizzy from his loss of blood. He ran to the curtains that lined the balcony door and wiped his arm as fast as he could on them. They were purple, but they blended in enough so that none would notice it immediatly.
He ran into the room to find Ramza observing the cleaness of the room.
"Very Well, elf," he said without any obvious emotion. He then walked to the dizzy Legolas who was struggling to keep his balance. "And for your sake, I hope oyu haven't said anything to anyone... have you?" Legolas quickly shook his head no and lowered it in turn.
He looked down at Legolas' hand and saw blood dripping from it. Legolas looked up and saw where his gaze had wandered. He tried his best to naturaly hide his hand, but Ramza grabbed it. He saw the first and longest of the three cuts that covered Legolas' arm.
He forced Legolas to sit on the edge of his bed as he kneeled and rolled up the sleeve on his white servant's robe. Legolas tried his best to keep the fear from coming, but Ramza influenced it more than ever.
Ramza viewed over the bloody arm and looked up at Legolas. "How did this happen?"
Legolas shuddered, but said nothing. "Did you do this?" Legolas feared he would ask the question. He shook his head no and looked further down, letting some of his hair fall in front of his eyes, like a curtain of protection.
"Liar," Ramza told him in a firm voice. Legolas quinched in fear, wondering if Ramza would punish him or not.
Ramza than squeezed Legolas' arm, making the cuts sting and opening the longer one further. "DID YOU!?" He screamed. "Yes!" Legolas screamed back, bringing the unwounded hand to his face to cover it as he felt another chip of his sanity go away.
Ramza drew his unoccupied hand and slapped Legolas' face with the backside of his hand. "Don't you scream at me bitch!" It was then that Legolas smelled the fresh liquor that perfumed his breath. Legolas entered a dark abyss as he collapsed on top of Ramza.
Ramza shook his head and dropped Legolas on the floor, leaving him alone.
Legolas began to feel cold again. He felt fear, he felt cold, he felt the need for another cut. But he wouldn't, for he feared another encounter with Ramza.
Legolas knew only one thing for sure... he had to escape. He had to leave his love Philla.
It didn't matter if it meant his death....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
AND THE PLOT THICKENS, *dum dum dum*!
Maybe I'll get bored with this again and just have him commit suicde and put 'The End', of course this wouldn't happen if you Reviewed ^_^
And if you like Final Fantasy X, I posted the first chapter of a fan fic im making for it. YAY!