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Chapter Nineteen - Liam

Being choked by an extremely scary guy, attacked by a giant, weird people out to get him, a Fury and women who wanted them as slaves… Yeah, he was definitely a demigod. And well finding that weird little statue.

He watched tiredly as Alyx paced, muttering to herself.

"That was the only thing connecting to my past…" She sat on Carlos's bed, pouting. Carlos crawled to her, his shorts and shirt pulled up. His curls were flattened against his head.

"We'll make it to New York and get your memory back, Al." He said sleepily, laying his head on her shoulder. "We're going to make it…" She nodded and turned, pulling him onto her lap.

"Yeah, besides, when you get your full memory, you can show us how you learned that magic." He said, scratching his bandages. She stared at him, and Carlos moved his head to look at him with half closed eyes.

"You can speak?" He nodded.

"I managed to today." He coughed a bit. "Still a bit sore though." Carlos, on instinct, wrapped his arms around Alyx's neck, his legs wrapping around her waist. Alyx smirked, forgetting about the statue and wrapping her arms around his waist, lowering her hands onto his butt.

"I quite like this position." She said. He rolled his eyes and laid his head against her chest.

"Shut up and let me sleep. You're warm." He said tiredly.

"So are you…" She furrowed her eyebrows and laid her hand on his forehead. "Really warm." She looked up at him worriedly.

"Is he sick?" He got up and went over to feel for himself. She was right. His whole face was hot, and his cheeks had red blush to them. He breathed through his mouth.

"Oh no…" Alyx said. She stood, keeping him steady before laying him back into his spot, pulling up the covers. "I'm going to go get some medicine down the road from the store. Keep an eye on him." She grabbed jeans, pulling them on and then grabbing a sweater to hide her tattoos. She pulled on her gloves and went out the door. He followed, watching her grab a roll of money.

"I'll be back, okay?" He nodded and opened the door for her.

"Be careful." She nodded and left.

He decided to take a shower and check his weapons. He shut the first aid kit from rewrapping his neck (which was so damn difficult) and stretched, squeezing his eyes shut.

He felt something pointy press against his spine.

"Move and I'll run it through you." He slowly lowered his hands like he would do with a cop, seeing a pretty girl behind him. Her blue eyes were like storm clouds, filled with anger. Her blonde hair was styled nicely in a braid. She grabbed his shoulder and pushed him out. Carlos was tied up, still asleep, but he could tell his fever was worsening. He was now panting and the rope around his wrists were cutting into his skin, so that didn't help. An older woman kneeled in front of him. She was probably in her thirties, with Puerto Rican features. She had black hair braided down her back, wore a purple shirt that said #1 Praetor on the front, jeans and combat boots. Her hand was on his forehead.

"Hey, get away from him!" He yelled, startling her. She stood, clenching her fists and glaring coldly. The Chinese looking girl and another girl stood guard at the doors, glaring coldly at him. The Chinese girl handed the woman an arrow, his arrow.

"This is your arrow, yes?" She asked, twirling it in between her fingers.

"What's it to you?" He scowled. She didn't like his tone. She slapped him across the face, making him jerk and groan. He heard Carlos whimper.

"Liam…?" He asked groggily. "What's going on?" The woman kneeled in front of him again, cupping his chin gently. Carlos shivered. He really hoped he wouldn't say Alyx's name…

"He's sick with a cold, possibly delirious. We should take him."

"Oh hell no, you are not taking him!" He yelled, slamming his foot into the girl's, making her yelp and remove her point from his back. The other two girls lunged with their weapons, but he dodged and grabbed the Chinese girl's spear, making her freeze. He shoved her back, ducked from a swing from a sword and swept her legs out from under her. She fell with a heavy thud. He turned to the woman, but she shot something at him. Something stuck in his arm, and he fell to his knees, panting.

"W-What the hell is this?" He said, grabbing the dart and pulling it out.

"A muscle relaxant." She stood in front of him. "Now," she kneeled in front of him, grabbing his chin. "Tell me where she is."

"Who-"

"Look out!" The woman turned her head just in time to see Alyx slam into her, sending her into the wall. Alyx, thankfully, had her mask on, her eyes fiery with rage.

"I leave for one second and you guys get attacked! By girls no less!" She scolded, pressing her finger tips to his forehead. His body returned and he stood.

"Not my fault." He muttered. She ran to Carlos, pulling out a knife and slicing his bonds. He mumbled something incoherently, and she pulled him onto her back.

"Where are our packs?" She mouthed 'Hidden in the inventory' and he didn't question it. They ran out, taking the stairs and running down the flights.

"I already checked us out. Did you leave anything?"

"No."

"Good, because I got your kit." He nodded and opened the entrance doors, where the people from earlier were, weapons out and looking angry. The guy that had chased them down was nowhere to be seen.

Alyx took a step back, and they heard the doors open.

"Stop where you are, and hand your weapons over." He bit his lip. He had to try that thing again.

I have a plan. He thought.

Yeah? Hurry up then. Her voice rang in his head.

Put Carlos's mask on. She slowly reached up, gently tapping his earring. The mask sealed over his face. One girl gasped, muttering to herself about something. He tapped his and pulled out his bow, grabbing the foam, knock out gas and smoke arrows. He lined them up together and before they could react, he shot at their feet. Immediately they exploded, all of them coughing. He turned and shot the same arrows, the four coughing. The foam sealed over them.

They ran to the car, loaded themselves in and took off. Alyx pulled off her mask as well as Carlos's, panting. She snapped her fingers and a THANK YOU bag appeared in her hand. She pulled out a box, her hands trembling. She opened it finally and popped a pill into Carlos's mouth, then grabbed a water bottle and made him drink. Then she buckled him in (leaving some room to let him sleep on her lap) and buckled herself in, stretching her arms out on the seat backs.

"How long does that stuff last?"

"The knock out gas? An hour." She nodded, putting her hand in the bag and then handing him some sour gummy worms.

"You mentioned you liked these." He smiled.

"Thanks. Um, can you open them for me?" She chuckled, opening the package and handing them back.

They drove until he got tired and pulled into Christiansburg, leaning over and patting her leg. She opened her eyes, stretching. She unbuckled Carlos and herself, then pulled the backpack out of thin air. She dug inside the pack before pulling out jeans. She slipped them on, put the backpack back inside wherever it was, grabbed the plastic bag, put that away too, before getting out and lifting him onto her back. He moaned.

"Has his fever lowered at all?" He asked, gently pressing his hand against his forehead. He was still extremely hot.

"No…" She sighed, shutting the door. "Let's check in." He nodded, locking the car and heading in. The receptionist frowned at Carlos.

"Are you traveling?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied. She looked at her computer.

"Since it's a late check in, there's a room big enough for you three." She handed them a key. "If you need anything, check back with me."

"Thank you."

The hotel was on the outskirts of the city, and was in the middle of nowhere at the moment. There was a gas station, a burger place and a strip mall with a few restaurants and stores. He shut the curtains and turned to her. She was rummaging through Carlos's pack.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Getting him some close. I'm going to bathe him and then see if he wants to eat anything." He nodded, sitting down on his claimed bed and scratching his head.

"Did they say anything to you?" She asked, looking at him. He looked down.

"They wanted to take Carlos to care for him." He glanced at him, who was curled up, panting softly. "They were mad about the arrow incident, and then asked where 'she' is." She raised her eyebrow, causing him to shrug.

"She? The guy who choked you said the same thing, right?" He flinched a bit but nodded. She cupped her chin, thinking for a moment. Carlos moaned, snapping her out of it.

"Al…?" He mumbled. "I don't feel good…" She gently cupped his cheek.

"I know, Carlos… You're running a bit of a fever. I believe you might have gotten something from the junkyard." He sniffled and nodded. She gently picked him up again and carried him into the bathroom, sitting him on the toilet and setting the clothes on the counter. She pulled off her shirt, then her shoes.

"Can you strip?" She asked. He lifted his hands, his entire body shaking. He shook his head when he tried his pants. She nodded, unbuttoning his pants and gently pulling them off. She pulled off his underwear then his shirt.

"Can you start the water?" She asked. He nodded and went over, turning it on. After it was filled, she lifted him and set him in.

He took a step back, watching.

He knew immediately that he needed to protect these two with his life.

To Be Continued...