Protected
Song: I'm out of ideas. Have any songs you like? Let me know their names in your review, when you write it.
(A/N: SORRY! The people I went with to NC, their car broke down and...well...I got home at like 1 am, so I've been out of it lately. Sorry.)
Max~
I woke up and smiled. Fang's chest was right up against my back, and his heat readiated through my body, feeling warm and safe. His breathing was slow and silent, marked only by his chest rising and falling. The door of our tent (yes, we were back on mission) opened. Fang shot up, wide awake. His black hair stuck up in several places. Three scaly, reptilian-looking guys scanned the room, stopping their eyes on me.
"There! Alec, Mac, get her! Dr. Batchelder will be glad to see her." he half-commanded, half-chuckled. His two accomplices rushed forward and reached their webbed hands to mine. Fang stopped them and spun them around, dashing from our bed. Dylan burst through the still-open tent door, a look of panic upon his face. He saw the middle mutant thing, and his expression darkened. His turquoise eyes took on an enraged gleam, like a sea about to erupt into a hurricane. He looked the leader in the eye.
"What do you want with her, West?" Dylan asked. The reptiles chuckled hoarsely from their places on the floor, having been put there by Fang.
"That's none of your buisness." they replied, forked tounges flicking between their slimy lips hungrily. My head started spinning. As they finished speaking, something in Fang snapped. He clenched his fists and his eyes flashed angrily.
"You won't even get near her." he said defiantly. He nodded at Dylan. When the three dashed forward to grab me again, Fang's strong, black wings wrapped around me. His face was inches from mine, but his breathing was heavy. I heard some injurial noises, and I peeped out a space between two feathers. Dylan's nose looked broken. He couldn't take all three of them. I pushed Fang lightly.
"Go help him, or I will." I warned. He nodded and pulled back my feathery curtain. While the two boys were occupied with one mutant each, I tried to take the last one. He was strong, and soon he had a hold on me despite my efforts. I felt humiliated. He held a knife to my neck. It was cold and sharp. The two others knocked out, Fang and Dylan turned to me. They both froze when they saw me.
"Don't move." West warned them and me. I watched the boys who didn't question his motive to kill me then. Dylan's eyes were still dangerous and ready ot pounce whenever West loosened his grip. The look on Fang's face was even less controlled. I cocked my head slightly. I had never seen this expression on Fang. Ever. It was...scary. West turned me to him, and kissed me forcefully. I tensed. It was nasty, his slippery forked tongue pushing at my lips. West dropped the knife to wrap his arm around me, and Dylan and Fang found thier chance. As soon as Dylan attacked from behind; I wriggled out of his grasp. Fang punched West in the face. Green blood oozed from between West's face scales.
"I thought you were going to kill her." he said, barely controlled anger seeping from his words. West cracked a grin.
"But this causes more pain, Fang." he said. Fang drew the knife and killed him. Afterward, Dylan pulled West's body from the tent. Fang rushed to my side. He looked at my face. I felt violated, seriously. I was still spitting slime from his kiss onto the dusty ground.
"Did he hurt you?" he asked. I shook my head. He pulled me close in a tight hug. Dylan joined us hesitantly, but I knew that I was safe.
Why didn't I fight back?
I know I'm protected.