"A Krillitane, it takes features from the species it conquers. They travel in packs so there is more to come "he said. His eyes were wide as if somehow he were shocked by his own words.
"What should we do?" She hated asking that question. In general she hated being dependant on others. Especially a stranger she just met. He had this look of madness in his eyes that had looked like her when she was the Wicked Witch. She had gone insane. At some moments when she looked in his eyes it looked like all the fury in the world was trapped up inside there. She knew, she had been there. In concentration she chewed on her lip. She wondered if he had to loose the one he loved like she thought she did. Was that why he was so affected by the happy family they saw outside the coffee house?
"Keep going and prepare for battle. Also, how did you get the knife?" he said. He squinted and shifted his head back.
She smirked and held down a chuckle." I have to have something besides magic and guns are too bulky." She said. She remembered her days as a witch. What she didn't elaborate was they were so bulky she couldn't ride a broom with them. She fingered her knifes handle and stroked the wood.
"I hate guns, even more than I hate pears." He stuck his tongue out and grimaced. Elphaba laughed at his horrible expression. She thought of asking him why he hated pears but had a feeling she would hear an extremely long and strange story.
He shifted as the torchlight shined on his arm. Four gashes appeared clear under the light. She grimaced. Her hand covered her arm imagining the injury on herself. She wished she could have it instead of him. He didn't deserve it. She did.
She considered telling him to go. He could stay safe while she faced the danger. Her eyes shifted to his to tell him so. She hesitated. Wasn't he the one who had suggested this? He had literally lead her there. Not that she couldn't have gotten there by herself. She twitched her left eyes. As he examined the sonic screwdriver a look of determination formed on his face. Squinting, she looked deeper into his eyes.
They were wide with concentration. But they were sad, like a hurt was stabbing at him. She followed his eyes and realized he was staring at a rough etching on the floor saying bad wolf. Something clicked. He had nothing left, all he could do is run away from life. Her fists tightened into a ball. She would let him stay. In truth she was glad about it. She didn't think she would be able to do it without him. And she couldn't loose Fiyero, she'd already lost anything else.
A scream pierced the dark night like a knife.
-I know I've already say this on my profile and I'm annoying when I bg but please please please comment. I haven't gotten any comments for the last 3 chapters. It seems like all my regulars have died . Comments make me write faster.
And Anybody get the reference to the Doctor hating pears thing?Tehe. It's from a deleted scene from Blink. Look it up on youtube.