Like a cornered animal, she crouched in a corner, dirty, clothes torn and muddy, blood dried on her hands and around her mouth. Her unruly hair crackled with electricity. The charge in the air raised the hair on the back of Axel's neck as he faced her, knives against chakrams, both panting.
"Look, for the last time, I'm not trying to hurt you," the red-haired man called.
"Is that so?" she called shrilly. Her laugh was breathless. "Then why are you fighting me?"
"You attacked me!" he answered defensively, and she grinned ferally.
"'Come be someone else,' you said," she replied. "Real tempting."
"Okay, okay, correction," Axel said, rolling his eyes. "You're not the person you remember. If you remember anything at all, that is. You have no heart. You don't belong."
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her guard sagging slightly. It was enough for Lexaeus, who took advantage of her momentary lapse in attention and, within seconds, had stunned her and slung her over his shoulder.
"Jeez," Axel said, allowing his chakrams to dissipate. "You'd think she's want to join an Organization with a gorgeous guy like me."
"It is difficult to give up everything," Lexaeus reminded him. Axel snorted.
"Not when there's nothing left to give up."
24. Larxene/Trapped/Axel
A/N: Ah, more in the saga of Larxene. Actually, that's it. I got her over with. Now I don't have to write her for the rest of the month! HA!