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- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
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- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
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- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE!(:
“I can’t get up” she said, looking up at him.
“Yes you can, get up.” Oliver took a step towards her and she shrunk away. “You recited it wrong, boy.” The man said, stepping out from the shadows. “Yes, yes, I realize that.” Oliver said impatiently. “Its was, ‘this memory’ not ‘the memory’, you’ve wiped all her memory until someone else needs it,” the man looked down at Scarlet. “And, she can’t bring it back on her own.” “I didn’t ask for any of this,” Oliver stated. “Anastasia come help me” “Yes, Oliver.” Anastasia moved to stand next to him. “Scarlet, stand up” Oliver looked at her. “Who’s Scarlet?” Scarlet asked, looking down at her lap. “You’re Scarlet, you silly goose!” Anastasia smiled. “I like her,” Scarlet pointed. “She’s nice to me.” “She’s going to die,” the man said. “You’ve cursed her. She will not sleep, she won’t eat, she won’t do anything without you.” “Sure she will,” Anastasia stated. “She has John” “Who’s John?” Scarlet asked, looking around. “Can John heal her memory?” Spencer directed his question at the old man, the one returning to try to hide in the shadows. By this time Ivana and Mrs. Carson had been led out of the room by the Council Members to be talked to separately. “No without his help” the elder pointed at Oliver, giving him a look of doubt before pulling his hand back down. “Oliver” Scarlet whispered, turning something over in her hand slowly. “Yes?” he asked, seemingly angry. “Carry me” she held out her arms, the knife glistening in her fist. He just looked down at her, standing at least two arms lengths away from her. “She won’t hurt you, boy,” the man turned. “She can’t without hurting herself.” “Pick her up Oliver” Anastasia glared at him, her tone holding the same authority as Mrs. Carson’s had so many times before. He picked her up, his arms ostensibly gentle as he lifted her off the ground, then turning rough as he gripped her in a semi-deadly hold. His arms turned to stone, and he didn’t look at her. She looked up at him, trying to see his eyes. He looked down at her, his eyes flashing from brown to green to gray and back to brown. “Why?” she asked. Oliver looked confused for a second, like she did, and then glared at her. “Why what?” he asked crossly. ‘Why is he so mean?’ Scarlet thought softly. “He’s not,” Anastasia looked over at her. “He’s just made some wrong decisions.” “Really?” she asked her voice small and childish. “Really what?” Spencer asked. ‘He is kinda cute! I wonder what his name is…?’ Scarlet looked at Spencer. “Spencer” Anastasia said. “Yes?” he turned to face her. “Scarlet wanted to know what your name was” Anastasia said, trying to keep pace with Oliver as he carried Scarlet out of the court room with Spencer trailing behind them. “Oh, um, alright” Spencer put his hands in his pockets and followed slowly behind them. Scarlet kept watching Oliver, his lip curving downward as she thought about him. He could sense that she was, because he was starting to think about himself too. “Stop that.” Oliver looked down at her. “Stop what?” she asked. “You’ve been tied, Oliver, whatever she wants you’re going to want to. Maybe not as strongly, but you’re going to want it.” Anastasia murmured. “Right.” Oliver rolled his eyes. “I want ice cream!” Scarlet smiled, watching him. “I don’t.” Oliver stated, then his tongue ran over his lips, and Anastasia almost fell over laughing. |
“You saw that too?” Spencer asked Anastasia, a smile crossing his lips.
“You want ice cream, Oliver?” Anastasia asked. “If I say yes, will you guys leave it alone?” Oliver glared at them. “Yes” “No, I don’t want ice cream.” Oliver glared at Scarlet instead. “But I want ice cream…Spencer!” she yelled, leaning her head back. “Yes, Scarlet?” “I want ice cream” she whispered. “And we’ll get you some ice cream,” he looked at Oliver. “Oliver, would you like some?” “You know I don’t like ice cream.” He grunted. They made their way through the doors, Mrs. Carson and Ivana waiting for them on the other side. “Put her down Oliver” Ivana glared at him. “No, don’t put me down” Scarlet stated, shaking her head. “I can’t.” Oliver said, gritting his teeth. Scarlet’s feelings of need were boiling in the back of his mind. He felt the sudden need to never let her go; he didn’t want to put her down. Not now, not ever. She liked the way he carried her, her body barely moving as he took each step, his strong arms underneath her. “And why not?” Mrs. Carson asked. “Because Oliver said the counter-hex wrong they’re linked together, mentally,” Spencer explained. “Whatever she’s thinking, or feeling, will eventually transfer over into his thought process. Whatever she wants, he’s going to want, not as much as she wants it, but he’ll want it. And because she doesn’t remember that she hates him, she’s not going to want him to let her go.” “Oh, joy” Ivana said. “Jealous?” Scarlet stuck her tongue out at Ivana. “You little bitch” Ivana jumped at her. Oliver turned last minute, Ivana’s kick landing on his back. He curved over Scarlet, and she yelped; having felt Ivana’s kick too just not as strongly as Oliver did. “What the hell. So now you’re on her side, Oliver?” “That would’ve hurt her more than it hurt me. Whatever pain she feels, I feel. I’d like not to be hurting more than I already am Ivana. Just shut up so we can go home.” Oliver said crossly. Scarlet said Briatha running around feet away from where they were, so she jumped out of Oliver’s arm and ran after her. “Where are you going?!” Anastasia yelled. “Who cares.” Ivana glared, she started pulling Oliver further away. Oliver and Scarlet both dropped at the same time, only Scarlet screamed while Oliver didn’t. Spencer took Oliver’s ankles and dragged him a couple feet back, Scarlet stood up again and started walking. “I care.” Spencer said. “Why?” “They can only be so far away from each other, Ivana, or they’ll both die.” Spencer tugged Oliver over to where Scarlet was running around with Briatha. “Can she come home with us? Please?” Scarlet asked Spencer. “No, Scarlet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Spencer said. “But, please? I have a good feeling about it, pretty please? Oliver, please?” she asked, turning to Oliver. Spencer’s jaw dropped, she’d figured it out. Slowly but surely, she’d figured out that Oliver would have to get her what she wanted, because she wanted it; and he’d want it to. “Spencer.” Oliver said through his teeth. “Fine, alright? She can come back with us.” Spencer looked at Briatha. “Yay!” Scarlet shugged Briatha, and the little elf girl looked out to kill then softened as Oliver’s gaze fixated on her. “Can Atan come too? I cannot leave without him.” She asked. “Oliver?” Scarlet looked at him again. “Yes.” Spencer answered for him. |