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Chapter 2 - Link
Angie, with all of her strength, dragged the unconscious man towards the palm trees. She removed more seaweed from the body. She knelt down and brushed the man's blonde hair away from his face and inspected it. It was pale, but majestically beautiful. He had a long, smooth face and a pointy nose, which added a strange manifestation to his look. His eyebrows were thick but they were well curved. Angie had a weird sensation while inspecting every aspect of his features. She blushed. Angie shook the feeling away and bent over to plant her elfish ear against the mans wet chest to hear a pulse. Luckily, his heart was still beating, and he was still breathing
The sun was rising. Angie yelled out to her cousin. "George Help!" In an instant, George dashed out of the cottage, and met up with his troubled cousin. "What's this? Who is he?" he asked "No one, I found him at the shore. Look! He's still breathing!" George noticed. "We better dry him up, n' get him on one of our spare beds." He yawned "Then once he's up and walking, we can kick him out." Angie's head shot up and she glared at her cousin. "What? He'll need time to heal!" "And then what? Keep him? Listen we don't know who this guy is. What if he's a wanted man? What if he's mentally ill? Then one of them days I'm working, you'll end up raped n' all!" Angie stared at George angrily. "Will you stop? Don't' you remember when you were in a situation like his?" it took a while for George to register her words into his mind. He rubbed his head and sighed. "Fine...But don't say I didn't warn ya' once he's up healed!" he said angrily. Angie held her smile once she heard his approval. "Now, grab his arms and I'll grab his legs" "Ok". It took time for Angie to get a hold on to his upper body, but for her cousin, it was effortless. "This guy is pretty light for his size" he mentioned. "You're kidding me right? He's damn heavy!"
Once they entered the cottage, George let go of the man's legs, leaving Angie stunned. "Hey! What are you doing?!" she yelled. "What? Someone has to get the spare bed!" He said while pulling out a dirty bed and dragging it into his own room. He returned to the man and grabbed his legs. "Come on, let's lay him down here". They both placed him on the bed. "Well, I'm done here" George stretched his arms and left the room. "Wait! He's wet! Didn't you say that we had to dry him up?" Angie asked irritably. "When I said we" he laughed "I meant to say you" He chuckled under his breathe while lighting up his pipe. "What kind of a guardian angel are you?" she retorted."Huh?" no answer. All she could hear were the creaking sounds the rocking chair made. She sighed and turned to look at the sleeping male. She furrowed her eyebrows and got to work. She had trouble pulling him up to a sitting position. She unbuckled the brown belt he had and pulled his green white sleeved tunic off his body. Her eyes widened at the sight of his bare chest and abs. She walked towards his legs and took off the brown boots he wore. Once she finished taking off the last one, she looked up and blushed. All he had left was his wet tights. This took time. She thought of another way of taking off his tights. She scrambled towards her cousins bed and took a brown worn out tunic from under the pillow. She put it on him, making sure she didn't touch much of his bare skin, and then slowly tried to slip off his tights without looking. Once she took them off, he moved.
Angie was stiff, still holding his tights in her hand. The man moved his head, he frowned. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. He sighed and put his hand down onto his lap. He groaned and opened his eyes, revealing two light blue irises. His tired expression soon changed into a bemused one. "What the hell are you doing?" he questioned impatiently. Angie was stifled. "Where am I?" No answer came from her mouth. "Well?!" He yelled. George barged into the room. "What's going on here?" he was taken aback to see the lad sitting up already. "I should be the one asking that question!" the man spoke. He tried to get up but couldn't. "Don't use that tone on me young boy!" George yelled angrily at him. "You should be lucky that we saved your life!" "Saved my life?" he asked, suddenly changing his expression on his face. "Don't you remember anything? We found you on the shore! You sure are lucky your skinny ass was saved." The man was taken aback. He looked at Angie. "I'm sorry for yelling at you…" he apologized. "Do you think you can just apologize like that? Get out of my house!" George demanded. Angie shook her head. "George, don't do this! He was just scared" 'Scared! That's not fear, that's manipulation! Listen to me, that boy is nothing but trouble!" George turned to the boy and grabbed his feet. "Let go of me!" "If you won't get out yourself, I'll have to drag you out!" suddenly, he pulled him out of the bed causing him to hit his head against the wood floor.
Angie gasped. George kept dragging him towards the front door. He opened it and kicked him out. The young boy rolled in the dirt, coughing violently. "Stop it George! What's gotten over you?" Angie yelled out. George noticed he was wearing his clothing. The chubby man turned his head to stare at his foster-child. His face turned red, his eyes were full of anger. Angie was shocked. She's never seen him act so violent. He stomped towards the injured boy. He pulled his blonde hair and stripped him. "How dare you wear my clothes" George roared. The boy looked up at him, his eyes full of hate, embarrassment. George stormed towards the cottage and slammed the door. There he was, exposed, on the dirt, sick, and injured. He tried standing on his feet but ended up falling on his rear end. He has never felt so weak in his life. He curled up into a ball. What could he do? His feet were sore and numb; he was too weak to crawl. After a few seconds, the door to the cottage opened. He turned to face someone unexpected. It was Angie, with tears rolling down her eyes. He closed his eyes and slowly fell into a deep slumber.
He awoke. It was sunset already. He took off the bed sheet that covered him. He noticed that he was no longer exposed. His old green tunic covered him. A gentle breeze acknowledged him that he slept outside. He looked around, and found that he also slept on a pile of hay. He sneezed. "Bless you" came a soft voice from behind. He was startled. "Sorry. I… didn't mean to startle you" "It's alright…" he spoke. "Mind telling me what got into that man?" Angie played with her hair, trying to hide her nervousness. "George had a bad experience with some guys a long time ago that's all. But he didn't have to treat you like that." He just stared at her. "I tried carrying you to this place…It's far from our cottage. It has a drinkable river too just a few feet away into the forest." Angie advised him. He nodded without a word. They stayed like that for a while. His light blue eyes were piercing through Angie's eyes. Angie kept looking away from him, making her shift uncomfortably. "Well, I brought food for you." She handed him a plate with a fried fish and grapes. He took it. "Thank you" "I should head back home now." She remembered. "That was sudden" he spoke after eating a grape. She smiled and started walking away. "Oh wait" she turned around "I forgot to tell you. My name is Angie, what's yours?" "It's Link" he answered. Angie waved and left.
Link sat by himself, finishing his dinner. He thought about the day, how he was stripped, tortured and saved. 'How embarrassing' he thought to himself 'a lady, seeing me undressed, and beaten.'
Angie arrived to the cottage just before it was night time. She crept into her room, avoiding waking George up. She couldn't sleep that much that night. She felt uneasy for Link sleeping outside in the cold night.