Study hall is the perfect class period to write new chapters AHA!
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You rubbed your now sore wrist. That man, you thought, didn't know how much strength he really had. Then again, you highly doubted any of them knew their strength, especially that little one they called Lukas. All and all, the man looked like he couldn't even pinch you to hurt you, but you knew he could kill you easily. Ravenous is what they are, you quickly realized, ravenous foreigners.
"What's your name?" Mathias asked, kneeling deathly close to your face.
"..." You only glared at him.
"What is it." It wasn't even a question anymore. It was a demand. One more thing about them. They had temper issues, terrible ones at that. Especially the man in front of you.
But once again, you didn't speak and only glared at him. He growled something that hit your ears a little strange. "Fortæl mig hvad det er[1]!"
You didn't say anything again. With one simple move, you were sent looking sideways, your cheek now burning. You were pretty sure if he added just a smidge more of force, you would be on the ground. "Tell me."
You looked at him, hot tears falling down your pale skin. "Y-you don't deserve to know."
He glared evily at you. How easy, he thought, it would be to disamble you with his axe. You were a dinky little thing, you'd probably be dead before he even got a second hit. Where's the fun in that? "I don't?" He laughed bitterly, "I own you now. I deserve knowing every little detail about your pathetic life." He brought the axe in his hand under your chin.
Fear exploded over your body as he pressed the axe into your skin. This thing... you thought, could have killed my family. You looked at him, noticing how anger was swirling in his dark blue eyes. "I won't ask you again."
You whimpered as some of your tears hit his hand, "Lena."
His smile seemd to turn sadistic as the axe left your presence , "Wonderful."
Lukas nodded along to what someone was saying, putting his sword back into the latch on his hip. In all honesty, he wasn't really parying attention to what the person was saying. Preocupation took him over when he began watching Mathias carefully. He, out of anyone, knew best about how tempermental Mathias could really get, and how he could slaughter you without a second thought.
So, when Mathias finally went to do something productive, leaving you alone, Lukas took his chance to go speak to you. The fleeting thought of being brought down by his fellow Viking lingered by his side the whole time, but he knew how crushed your probably were. Sometimes, he thought, Mathias goes overboard with this type of thing...
He suddenly stopped and fiddled with his sheathed sword. Watching with emotionless eyes, he saw you drop to you knees, dress now covered with dirt and mud. He vaguely heard what sounded like sobbing, but he couldn't be sure until he got closer. He highly doubted that you would be laughing, which is the only thing that could sound similar to a sob. He wondered just what Mathias did to you when he saw a hand print on your cheek and blood coming from your neck. He automatically stopped playing with the sword and started walking forward again.
But, when he was towering over you, you whimpered and tried getting away from him, afraid he was just like Mathias. He proved to fast for you, for he kneeled down and lightly ran his finger down your neck, were the pervious Viking had dug his axe into your skin before you ever got more than a few inches from him. You failed to notice blood coming from your skin, for it really didn't hurt as much as you thought it would have.
You watched with wide eyes as he tore a piece of cloth from a part on his shirt, before wrapping it and tying it around were you were still bleeding. He began speaking, though you couldn't understand what he was saying, "Mathias er ikke en for å vite hvordan man skal ta vare på kvinner."
You simply stared at him, seemingly appaled at how fluent his language sounded. He suddenly froze, remembering you didn't speak anything like what he and Mathias spoke. He re-thought his sentence, putting it into something you could understand. "Mathias..." He started, "He isn't one knowing the care for women." He paused for a moment, "Everyone he had brought with us has ended up dead because they angered him."
You flinched at his words. Dead? You thought. "But, there hasn't been that many he's brought back with us. At most, there's been only three, you being the fourth."
He watched you shift uncomfortably. "He doesn't enjoy when his little... gifts for himself don't like him like he wants them too."
Your eyes latched onto a silver scar that was placed directly on his neck. You wondered vaguely what had happened to him, but your thoughts about it weren't needed. "I myself haven't always liked the way he acts." He pointed to the scar, "There are others like this one, that he's caused becuase I was displesed with what he wanted or said."
Your fingers touched the soft fabric around your neck, wondering if you were going to scar like Lukas did. "You best do what he wants if you wish to stay alive."
You looked at him. Wait... was he giving you advice? You simply nodded, whimpering slightly. When he stood and turned to walk alway, he could hear you whisper, "Thank you."
His lips tugged into a slight smile as he put a hand onto his sword. Twirling it around he started forward to the ships to get ready to go back to sea.
1-Danish: Tell me what it is.
2-Norwegian: Mathias doesn't know how to take care of women.