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Kel woke to the feeling of strong arms around her. She had grown accustomed to it for the past week. Hesitantly, she stuck her foot out of the covers. A rush of cold air came at her. Biting back a squeak, she quickly pulled her foot back in. I'm getting lazy, She thought, and snuggled closer to Joren's warm body.
"I hope you're comfortable," a sarcastic voice said behind her. Kel sighed. It looked like her heater was going to get up.
"I am. As long as I'm warm," she said, turning around
in his arms and looking at him. Joren rolled his piercing blue eyes.
"You're always cold. I hate it up here." Kel nodded. They were in the northernmost part of Scanra, and unfortunately, the coldest. The average high there was 60 degrees, and the low was an average of 50.
"I wish we were back home," she carped. "Damn weather. It's 50 one day and 80 the next. I think that the God's are making our lives miserable."
"What time is it?" Joren asked, closing his eyes. Kel twisted in his arms again to look at the clock. She sighed again.
"10 AM. I slept in." Shit, she thought again I really have to get my act together. I'm gonna get caught in some fight, I just know it. Regrettably, she tried to get out of bed, but Joren's arms held her there.
"Don't go. It's too cold," He said. Kel smiled faintly.
"Now who's the cold one?" she teased. Joren didn't remark. She pried his arms off of her before getting up to do her exercises. She moved the chairs so that she had a blank place to do her moves. She started out with a few well-placed kicks, and then moved on to punching, moving so quickly that her arms and legs were now a blur. Joren watched her, but she didn't notice. The only thing that she was concentrating on was her workout. After about 30 minutes, she took a breather. By 'breather', she started to do crunches, push-ups, and other alb workouts for another 30 minutes. By this time, Joren was asleep. Her nightmares had been keeping him up for the past few days, and she figured that he needed the sleep.
Her muscles protesting, she got up to get in the shower. She soaked in there for a while, letting her muscles loosen up. Grumbling about having too little time to do what she wanted, she got out. When she came out of the shower, Joren was still asleep. As she rummaged through the suitcase, it fell off the table and onto the floor, creating a big thump. Joren's eyes snapped open immediately. He scowled.
"Can't I get one hour of sleep without you waking me up?" he barked. She smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry," she said. He rubbed his forehead.
"It's okay," he grumbled. Kel's eyebrows shot up. Joren-accepting her apology? She had to write this down; it was a once and a lifetime deal. Instead, she chose not to say anything. Putting the suitcase back on the floor while clutching the towel to her broad frame, she continued to look for something to wear. She could feel Joren's eyes on her, and it intimidated her, though she didn't know why. She felt like Joren was a predator and she was his prey. Finally, she locked her gaze with his.
"Don't you know that it's impolite to stare?" she snapped. Joren lifted his left eyebrow, but didn't take his eyes off her body. Flustered, she grabbed a mini denim skirt and a green shirt, along with her undergarments, and went back into the bathroom. Joren raised his right eyebrow to meet his left. He didn't know that she owned anything besides jeans. Kel had a reputation that she was a bit of a tomboy. Knowing that he wouldn't get anymore sleep that day, he got up. It was like stepping out into a blizzard. However, the cold alerted his senses. He began to stretch his tired muscles.
Kel emerged a few seconds later, wearing her skirt and shirt, with her now blonde hair down. She decided not to straighten it that day, so it was curly. The green shirt brought the green in her hazel eyes, and accentuated her long lashes. She reached into her cosmetics bag and pulled out a toothbrush.
Joren went through his own bag and pulled out his usual clothes-dark pants and a dark shirt. As he waited for Kel to finish brushing her teeth, he thought over what had happened the last few days. He and Kel had kept up the act, though lately, when he kissed her, he felt a twinge inside of him. He stubbornly shook out that thought. He refused to admit he felt anything for the girl, except resentment. The object of his thoughts walked out of the bathroom. As he looked at her, the only emotion he could feel was umbrage. Relieved, he got up and brushed past her with the air of arrogance. Kel shivered at the coldness in his stride.
Kel put back her toothbrush, then began to apply make up. When Joren was finished taking a shower and getting dressed, he walked out, surprised to find Kel putting on lip-gloss.
"What are you getting all dressed up for?" he asked, his voice devoid of emotion. Kel looked at him, startled.
"Don't you know what today is?" she asked. Joren shook his head. Kel sighed, and flipped open her cell phone. She pointed to the date in the upper right hand corner. Joren swore. It was June 10- the day that the president was supposed to come. He looked at her as she continued to put on makeup. She really cleaned up well, now that she put time and effort into it. "I'm gonna see if I can persuade Maggot to down a couple of drinks," she said, answering his unspoken question.
"I thought you refused to see if you could convince to sleep with you," he frankly pointed out. Kel stopped for a moment to glare at him.
"I did say that, and I still feel the same. Notice how I said that I was gonna try to see if he could get drunk, not sleep with me." She bristled. Joren's mouth shaped a "oh" before he began to brush his teeth. Kel finished her make up, pleased. Now all they had to do was put off about 5 ½ more hours. She got up off the couch and fixed her skirt. As she fixed it, Joren spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth. Running a hand through his still damp hair, he spoke.
"Ready?" he asked. Kel nodded, picking up her purse and putting on shoes. Joren slipped on his and walked out the door, leaving Kel to lock the door. She followed a few steps behind him, thinking about the plan. Joren would drive her to the town center, though he would stay in the back of the crowd while Kel would try to get Maggur to come with her to get a drink. President Maggur was infamous for going through women like water. Kel wasn't the usual 'pretty' type, but the way that she carried herself made her attractive. She was sure that she could influence him into downing some alcoholic drinks.
As Kel got in the mustang, she asked, "So what should we do to pass the time?" Joren shrugged.
"I don't care. You wanna go see a movie?" he said, starting the car. Kel, always one for safety, put on her seat belt.
"Sure. Which one?" she asked. Joren looked at her, and smiled.
"Lets go see 'assassins' it sounds like a good movie, from what people tell me," he said. Kel rolled her eyes.
"Isn't that supposed to be scary?" she asked.
"Yeah. So?"
"Just wondering. What's it about?"
"It seems that there are people who go around killing others. Yak yak yak, the usual," he said. Kel smiled faintly.
"OK, lets do it. I'm in the mood for something scary," Joren glanced at her before turning his attention back to the road.
"I think that we're going to get enough frightening activities today," he remarked. Kel nodded, silent once again. Joren drove up to the movie theater and parked the car. Kel got out, pushing a golden-brown curl behind her ear before shutting the door. Joren held out his hand. She stared at it, confused, until he cleared his throat meaningfully. Getting the idea, she grasped his hand and smiled lovingly. His eye twitched before matching the smile.
"Lets go," Kel said. They walked into the theater.
About 2 hours later
Kel and Joren walked out of the theater, smiling. When they reached the mustang, Kel burst out laughing. She leaned on Joren for support as he smiled slightly.
"That has got to be the worst movie I've ever seen!" Kel gasped. "Remember how bogus that blood was? It looked like someone squeezed a damn ketchup bottle!" She composed herself. "Oh, Richard!" she imitated, pretended to be heart broken. "How could you?! We were together for 12 years before you cheated on me with some ugly whore!" Joren rolled his eyes, and got into the car. Kel followed suit.
"Even you're a better actress than she was." he shook his head. "That movie was terrible. That's the last time I take up a movie recommendation from Wyldon," he said, groaning. Kel checked the time on her cell phone.
"Well, we have 3 more hours to spare. Wanna go see it again? I could use another laugh," she said. Joren shook his head.
"Ohhh noooo. We aren't see THAT again. It was all I could do not to fall asleep," he remarked sarcastically. He put his arm around her, drawing her into his chest. He swallowed a feeling of disgust.
"OK, since YOU chose the last movie, it's my turn," Kel insisted. Joren sighed, before gesturing for her to continue. "Hmmm...There's this one comedy that Neal told me about," she started.
"Oh no," Joren broke in, "We aren't watching anything that fag-boy told you to see." Kel put on a pleading expression. He felt his heart twinge, but shook off the feeling. He put on his cold facade. "absolutely NOT." Kel sighed.
"Fine. What do you want to do now?" Joren looked at her.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
" No, not really. I had too much popcorn."
"OK, do you wanna go back to the Holidae inn and order a movie on pay per view?"
"Sure. However, the movie is MY choice," she said, putting the emphases on my. Joren rolled his eyes and started the car up.
"Whatever. Just as long as Queenscove didn't recommend it," he snapped.
"Fine," she retorted, just as tetchy. They rode back to the hotel in silence, each thinking of the other, yet it wasn't in a good way. They stormed up to the hotel room, glaring daggers when there wasn't anyone nearby at each other.
Kel swiped the key card, then marched into the room and turned on the TV to HBO.
She sat on one side of the bed, resting her head against the post, the clicker in her lap. Joren sat on the other side. Kel glanced at him. A lock of his golden hair had fallen over his forehead. Her fingers itched to settle it. Instead she turned onto her side, her back facing him, and switched it to the sports network. They were playing reruns of last night's basketball game of the Knights going up against the Steadfast Fire. As usual, the Knights had won, however, Fire hadn't gotten so thrashed in a while. The score was 102- 88. Roald Conte , in his senior year, had set the record of most blocks during one game. The Knight's next game was tomorrow night at 9:30 PM, and they were versing the Bearsford Mustangs. Kel would be sure to watch it, if she and Joren weren't on their way back.
She yawned. She hadn't had much sleep lately, thanks to her nightmares. I'll close my eyes for just a few moments, she thought. Within seconds, she was fast asleep.
About 3 hours later, Joren snatched the remote. He changed the channel to a news station, turning down the volume so that Kel could rest. He listened eagerly as the subject of the President came on.
"It seems that the President is coming to each town and speaking to the people individually. He is at Mountain Pass today." The anchorman continued the schedule for the next few days, and Joren tuned out, stuck in his thoughts. "This just in," the anchorman said, and Joren started to listen again. The Scanran troops have taken prisoner five Tortallians." The anchorman showed videotapes of the five prisoners. Joren gaped. He shook Kel awake.
"Mmmph. Why did you-" she stopped when she heard a familiar voice on the T.V.
"YOU HEAR ME? YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Neal's voice rang out in Common. Kel stared, unable to comprehend what was going on. Next to him was Dom, along with a few others from the Own, all bond and gagged. It seemed that Neal had put up too much of a fight, and they were trying to put something over his mouth. Finally a solider hit him in the back of the head, knocking him out. Dom glared at the solider, before lunging as best as he could towards him. The solider smiled at him evilly before kicking him hard in the stomach. The rest of the Own started to struggle, until they were all unconscious. The film cut short, and the anchorman started to speak again.
"These prisoners will be killed in 4 days time, due to their uncooperativeness. In other news" Kel was still staring at the T.V., grief stricken. Joren looked at her. She's in shock, he thought, she doesn't believe that this is actually happening.
Finally, Kel screamed one word: "BLAYCE!" and tears started to fall down her face. Joren stared at her, uncertain of what to do. Hesitantly, heput his arm around her shoulders. Kel leaned into him, tears streaming down her face, yet she refused to make a sound. Joren admired her strength. He knew that if it was his best friends that were captured, and if he had any friends, that he would be bawling his eyes out. He put his lips to her forehead. She didn't seem to mind. He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. She closed her eyes painfully, yet the tears continued to flow. He raised his hand and brushed away a tear. At his touch, she felt a shock run through her.
Opening her eyes in surprise, she pulled away before going into the bathroom, and started to reapply her makeup. Joren watched as ran a brush through her now short blonde hair. He had remarked that after she had gotten it done that it looked better brown. She had stiffened at the coldness, and he had laughed mentally. He always thought that it was funny when she got mad. Now, however, it didn't seem quite the same.
"Ready?" she asked, finished. Joren's eyes snapped up and took her in. The only sign that she had cried was that her eyes were a little red. Other than that, she looked almost perfect. Almost, he thought.
"Born ready," he remarked. Kel rolled her hazel eyes.
"Whatever. Lets go." She grabbed her purse and motioned for him to get up. Groaning, he complied, and put on his shoes. They had learned in the past few days how to have a normal conversation without insulting each other. Kel thought that it was a remarkable improvement, considering that Joren could be as stubborn as Neal. Neal, she thought sadly, then shook it off. Now she had to concentrate on the task at hand. She slipped on her shoes and opened the door, holding it open for Joren. She needed to keep busy so that she wouldn't think of her friends that were probably being tortured right then. Again, she shook off those thoughts. She and Joren walked down to the mustang.
"At least I got a few more hours of sleep," she said. "and no nightmares."
"Speaking of that," Joren said, starting the car without putting on his seat belt, just to spite her. "What are you're nightmares about?" Kel's eyes shadowed.
"It's the same thing over and over again. I always see Blayce and Stenmun killing someone that's somewhat close to me, though each time it's a different one." She didn't mention that the last few were of Joren. He nodded, and concentrated on driving.
When they reached the town center, Joren parked a little ways away. He wanted to be able to get out quickly if something happened. They entered the center and sat down in the front. Kel looked at her cell. They were about 25 minutes early. She sighed. At least they got there early enough to get good seats. Within minutes, the whole town center was packed. Kel nudged him with her elbow. Getting her cue, he put his arm around her. She leaned into his hold, and rested her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head.
She could barely keep herself from flinching. They had gotten better during the days; more convincing. Soon, President Maggur came into view. Kel watched him closely. This was the guy that had been causing her country so much mischief, so much pain. This was the guy that had imprisoned her best friends. Joren squeezed her shoulder, jolting her out of her thoughts. He looked at her pointedly.
"What?" she whispered.
"You were looking as if you were about to kill him. Relax, Jess," he whispered back, putting emphases on her fake name. She rolled her eyes. "Remember, you have to seem that you like him,"
"Fine," she mumbled, and put on a happy expression. Joren bit back as he watched her face go from murderous to exuberant. He returned his focus on the Maggot.
"Now, I'm sure you all know about the war that we are having with Tortall," he said, sneering at their country. "I just wanted to tell you all that we have a kind of...plan...to finish this war once and for all," Happiness went through the crowd like a wave. It seemed that everyone hated the war. Kel was surprised. The people that had taught her back at the spy network had said that the Scanrans were a bunch of ruthless barbarians. It seemed as though they were mistaken. Kel made a mental note to talk to Master Oakbridge, her strictest teacher, about this. Though Kel guessed that she would do most of the speaking, and it wouldn't be in a low volume. She focused back on what was happening. The President had finished his little 'speech' and was taking questions.
"Do you mind telling us what your plan is?" a man from the back asked. The President nodded.
"Yes, I do mind. I can't tell you what it is, it's classified," he said. Kel dimly heard Joren swear under his breath. People asked a few more questions, and then the President stepped down from the podium. People from the press snapped photos as he walked back to his limo, bodyguards following him. Kel broke away from Joren and approached him.
"Um, excuse me, sir?" she asked, acting like a timid schoolgirl. Maggur looked her up and down before smiling. She saw something in that smile that made her disgusted.
"Yes," he said, probing for her to continue. Kel forced herself to blush.
"I was wondering, sir, if you tell me more about you're plan and what you're planning on doing," she said, adverting her eyes. Maggur's smile grew wider.
"Yes, I'll tell you more if you come take a ride with me," he said, motioning for her to get into the car. Kel smiled, thinking, wow, he really is that dumb as they said. She daintily sat down in the back, and the President sat next to her. Kel deceitfully put her cell phone on, happy that she had given her number to Joren a few days ago. "Now," the president said, settling himself next to her. A bit to close for comfort. "What would you like to know?" he asked.
"I would like to hear more of this...plan," she said, and formed a quick lie. "My brother was killed in the war by those Tortallians," she said, putting scorn on the name 'Tortallian'. The President nodded.
"OK, then. I suppose that I can tell you a little," he said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. Kel leaned towards him, interested. Then Maggur smiled that evil smile again. "However, you have to give me something in return," he shifted closer and put a hand on her leg. Kel barely kept herself from pulling out a gun and killing him right there. So, she thought, another male who thinks not with his brain but with the thing in his pants. She smiled flirtingly.
"I can make you a very happy man tonight," she said, disappointed that she would have to go along with Joren's idea. A plan formed into her mind. "But I know a way that we can enjoy it even more," she said, winking. The President raised an eyebrow, a gesture for her to continue. Kel grabbed a bottle of wine.
"Lets get drunk first!" she exclaimed. The President smiled.
"Whatever my lady wishes," he said. "Marcus," he said, calling to the driver.
"Yes sir?" The man named Marcus asked.
"Let us go to my hotel. I own a hotel," he said to Kel. She pretended to look shocked.
"Really? That's so cool," she said. Maggur took the bottle of wine from her hands. He opened it and poured into two glasses. He gave her hers and raised his own glass.
"To Scanra," he said.
"To Scanra," she repeated. Maggur downed the whole glass before pouring himself another. Kel took a tiny sip. She found a trashcan beside her. When the president wasn't looking, she dumped the rest of the wine in her glass. When he turned back around, Kel held out her glass. He poured out more, then took a large gulp of his own wine. Once again, Kel dumped the rest into the trash. She pretended to swoon. Maggur was soon drunk.
"So, pretty lady," he said, accidentally spilling wine all over his car, his words slurred. "what's your name?" Kel giggled. It was such a good impersonation of a ditz that she wanted to slap herself.
"Jess," she said, fluttering her eyelashes. When they reached the hotel, Maggur got out. He held out his hand to her, which she took, and they trudged up the steps. Kel dragged Maggur down with her a couple times, pretending that she couldn't walk straight. In her foresight, she saw a familiar black mustang pull into the parking lot. She smiled to herself. Joren was there, that was good. When they reached the rooms, Kel started to talk.
"So what are you planning to do to Tortall?" she asked sitting heavily on the chair. Maggur smiled, a drunken smile, but it still held the baneful look.
"I have someone that knows how to build these machines. Name's Blayce. Good fellow. The thing is, these machines can only run on life of others. So those prisoners on TV? Their life will be drained into the devices," Considering the fact that he was drunk, his words were slurred and it took him a while. Kel pretended to be happy, but inside she was crying.
"where are these prisoners being held?" she asked. Maggur smiled again.
"Out in some small town called Tryestion." he laughed with no meaning. Kel laughed too.
"I'm happy to hear that we will soon win," she said. Maggur looked at her, his drunken gaze piercing her. He swayed over to her.
"Now it's your turn to keep up the deal," he said. Kel could smell the wine in his breath. She fluttered her eyelashes.
"Ok, but first you have to go take a shower. You smell like sweat," she giggled. the President nodded.
"yes, yes. Can't smell bad while we are getting nasty," he said. Kel barely contained her puke. He went towards the shower, mumbling. As soon as he closed the door, Kel grabbed her purse and ran out the door. She scampered down the hallway, her mind reeling. she would have to dye her hair a different color, maybe red. Just about the time she reached the door, a man stepped in her way. She squinted up at him. It was the limo driver, Marcus.
"You don't think that I didn't know what you are doing?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. Kel shivered involuntary. He snapped his fingers. Four bodyguards surrounded her.
Without warning, they attacked. Kel cursed herself for wearing a mini skirt. It would be hard to fight like this. She blocked most of their attacks, but someone pulled out a knife and struck her in the side. She bit her lip as the knife met flesh, but shook it off. Groaning she pulled it out. Blood spewed out on the floor, but she didn't care. her first care was the fact that she had to get out of there, fast. She swung the knife in a circle, creating a radius. The men were now wary of her. they knew that she wasn't a normal woman. She feinted a swing to the left then struck out on the right. She slashed the man across the chest. Then she kicked him, aiming for the knees. the man went down with a broken leg. There were four more. Marcus watched her. He pulled out a gun and aimed it for her head. Kel saw and pulled one of the bodyguards in front of her. He took the bulled for her. Using him, she pushed the now dead man onto another. All that left her was Marcus. She broke into a run towards the door. Marcus continued to shoot, luckily all missing her. She was happy that a bullet could only hit someone on a 1/100 chance if they were a moving target.
She ran out of the hotel, wincing as a bullet hit her shoulder. Joren pulled up right in front of her, yelling at her to hurry up. She jumped in, slamming the door shut. Joren sped off. He grabbed a napkin and pressed it against her side where the knife had hit. "Pressure slows the blood," she kept mumbling over and over to herself. Joren glanced over, looking at the now blood soaked napkin.
"Shit," he grumbled, before Kel passed out from lack of blood. It was amazing that she had made it out alive. He glanced at the review mirror. A black car was following them. He sped up. The car followed suit. Joren was now exceeding the speed limit by at least 10. Might as well make it 20, he thought, and sped up even more. The car started to tale gait them. Joren smirked. He slammed on the brakes. The black car was rear ended them. Luckily, the black car was one of poor quality, and it smashed the front of the car. Joren continued down the street. After he parked the car at the Holidae Inn, he checked out his car. The black mustang was missing the bumper, but otherwise made out with nothing but a scratch. He turned his attention to Kel.
Kel's face was growing pale. He sighed before picking her up and running back to the room. he took a towel from the shower and rolled up her shirt. He hissed when he saw the cut. it was deep. He pressed the towel onto the cut. The blood wouldn't stop flowing. He grabbed a medical kit and pulled out a needle and thread. He would need to stitch it up himself. there was no way that she could survive if he didn't. Biting his lip to settle his stomach, his stuck the needle into her skin. he stitched carefully yet quickly. Joren leaned back, wiping his forehead with his hand. He didn't seem to care that Kel's blood was now smeared onto his forehead. He washed his hands before looking on the cut to her shoulder. To do this, he had to take off her shirt. He hid a blush when he saw how ripped she was.
He focused on her shoulder. She was lucky that the bullet barely skimmed her. All he needed to do was put a bandage on it. Sighing, he looked at his work. It would have to do. she would live, yet she wouldn't be awake for at least an hour. He wet the towel to wipe off the blood on her chest. He was happy that he didn't have to take off her bra. He picked her up and put her in the bed. The only thing he could do now was wait. Sighing, he looked at the clock. it was much later than he thought. 8 o'clock, and he was wiped out. He climbed into the bed, only to be awaken by Kel screaming.
"BLAYCE!" Joren sighed again. it seemed as though she would have nightmares whenever she closed her eyes for a period of time. He shook her, but she refused to wake up. There was only one thing that he could do to get her to shut up without killing her. He silenced her with a kiss. This woke her up. Joren pulled away, noting that she looked slightly flustered at finding that her shirt was off and waking up with Joren's lips over hers. She glared at him. "YOU PERVERT!" she screeched. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Joren silenced her with another kiss.
"One, I had to take your shirt off in order to stitch up your cut. Two, I had to kiss you because you were having another nightmare and you wouldn't wake up. Happy?" he snapped. Kel shook her head.
"No," she said. Joren rolled his eyes, though she couldn't see it in the dark.
"too bad. What did you find out?" he asked. Kel sighed before turning her back to him.
"I really don't want to talk about it," she said. Joren shrugged, and slipped his arms around her. He was freezing, though he'd be damned if she found it out. He was careful around her injuries. Kel involuntary tucked her head under his chin, and breathed in deeply. She was safe here. Joren wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.
A/N: Whoo hooo! Another ridiculously long chapter! Yay! 10 pages! I'm on a roll! Ok, important notice: I will NOT be here from the 7th to the 15th. Therefore, I won't be able to update. I will be at soccer camp in the middle of nowhere! I WILL try to update at least once more before I leave. Now to thank my reviewers:
Dreamerdoll: I only write long chapters because I force myself to write at least 3 pages a day. Thanks though!
Bebe: Did Joren seem more sensitive this time?
Miamouse: yeah, it IS funny when Joren gets hurt, however, this time I felt the need to make Kel hurt. It wasn't that funny though. Oh well, its not like I'll lose sleep over it! Luv ya too!
Nolee of Stone Mountain: oh boy, here we go again. Listen up, girl. I am not jealous. If I WERE, I'd kill Joren because if I can't have him, no one can. As it is, Joren is still alive (at least in MY book). Long chapters are very good and I hope you're family problems work out ok in the end.
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Dracorium: I know he's so sweet! I love him!
Emikae: Yep, Hell has definitely froze over…again. lol. Yeah, I was in the mood for J/K so I wrote this fic.
S: I know they're so cute! I was writing this and I thought 'awwww'! lol.
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