Crowley's Apprentice
Happy Memorial Day everyone!
Thought I might update today
I have nothing else to do!
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To the Story!
Chapter Ten:
Fight (Part Two)
"H. . . Halt?" Mikey struggled. He had just been caught fighting Alda, a battleschool delinquent. He looked around. All three of them were still recovering on the ground.
"I can't leave you two alone for twenty minutes without something going wrong," Halt lied, referencing Mikey and Will. The truth was that he had been following Mikey ever since he left to go find Will. He hid a respective distance away, not making a sound. He had also watched both Mikey and Will fight, and was fairly impressed. They still need work, however.
"I can explain!" shouted Will.
"Explain then," Halt said calmly, finally letting go of Mikey's wrist, then folding his arms. Mikey rubbed his wrist tenderly.
"-," Halt raised a hand, signaling for his apprentice to stop. "Say that again, but this time slower," he said, putting a slow emphasis on the word "slower". Will took a deep breath. He started again.
"I was on my way back to the cabin when I saw Horace. We then talked until these three," he paused, pointing to the three boys that lay on the ground, regaining themselves. Then he continued. "started an argument. And-"
"And that's when I stepped in," Mikey said casually, still holding his wrist. "Nothing would have happened if he didn't punch me."
"Nothing would have happened if you didn't punch me!" Alda retorted. This started a giant argument between the six boys. Halt could only watch as they exchanged insults. The insults then turned into profanity. Seeing another fight heating up, Halt decided to put an end to this altercation.
"ENOUGH!" he yelled, immediately causing the boys to freeze. "Now you can all sit here and act like little kids, or you can shake each other's hand and get this over with!"
Reluctantly, Will and Horace made their way to their enemies and offered a hand shake. Angrily, Bryn and Jerome returned the gesture. But not Alda. Mikey noticed that Alda wouldn't let go of his hand. Trying to pull away, Mikey was caught off balance as Alda pulled his arm, jerking Mikey forward. He then used his left hand to deliver an unforgiving overhand punch to the back of Mikey's shoulder, dislocating it upon contact. Yelling in pain, Mikey couldn't move his right arm. He tried to retaliate using his left, but it was too late. Alda easily stopped his arm, then broke his wrist by shoving Mikey's hand upward and twisting it to the side.
Mikey, who now hurt in both arms, doubled over in pain. Alda, who still wasn't finished with his work, swiftly moved to the side of Mikey, reared back his right arm, and connected with Mikey's temple.
Mikey's vision was blurring. He had no clue what had just happened. He heard footsteps behind him, followed by the sound of shouting and yelling. His two arms were on fire. He tried to keep his balance, but failed as he saw the grass approaching him.
Then, everything went black.
"So, that's what happened, huh?" one familiar voice asked.
"Yes. He's fine though. It'll just be a while until he wakes up." the second voice said, a little gruffly.
"Ha! Some pain he'll be in," the first voice said, chuckling.
Mikey tried to see where he was, but was restricted due to the pounding headache that he had. He was completely light-sensitive, and he could only vaguely see through slit eyelids. He saw two cloaked figures, sitting at a table. Mikey soon recognized one of them as his master, Crowley. He tried to speak, but before he could, a searing pain ripped through his right shoulder. He softly whimpered in pain, as his headache disabled him from yelling.
Crowley heard this and quickly moved to his apprentice's side. He gently moved Mikey's arm, so that it was elevated on a small stack of pillows used for this very purpose. He then pulled the covers that had fallen off closer to Mikey's neck. Mikey had little reaction as he dozed off once more. Even though he had just laughed about the event that had just unfolded a couple hours ago, Crowley hated to see people like this. He knew that it would take weeks for Mikey's arm to recover. It would take months to get it up to par again. It killed him to see his own apprentice in this much pain. He knew Mikey's eagerness. And the thought of telling him that he couldn't participate in the upcoming boar hunt only crushed him even more. Seeing Mikey settled, Crowley stood up, and walked back to where he was sitting before, this time a little more concerned. He sighed as he faced Halt.
"Yeah, some pain he'll be in," he repeated.
Decided to end this chapter before it got any worse
Started to get some major Writer's Block there.
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