I didn't really know how to react to Gadreel being thrown all over the place. Was I scared? Yes. But it was a little amusing because half of me didn't see how any of it could be real and the other half felt that he deserved a little knocking around.
Before I could feel bad for Gadreel, I felt something heavy hit the back of my head. The pain made my knees weak and as I fell towards the ground, I saw Gadreel's lips moving. Once my body hit the ground, everything went black.
I woke up startled, coughing as if to expand my throat so I could take in more air. Looking around my surroundings, I was in an almost empty room with grey walls and one couch which I lay on. It was a small living room that smelled musty.
Sitting up, I touched the back of my head. The irony of life-I take self-defense classes to defend myself against any possible trouble and I couldn't make use of any of the moves I learned.
I looked around the room again, searching for Gadreel. "Gadreel?" I raised an eyebrow. "No?" Then I sighed. "So much for always being with me." With an eye roll, I sat up on the brown leathery sofa, waiting for my captors to introduce themselves. I had a good idea who would kidnap me and I could also guess why: something related to The Gathering, and probably the books, and how I'd been attending the meetings of the Scions.
I wasn't afraid anymore, I was before-only because I was caught by surprise. They obviously needed something from me and if they killed me after they got it... then I didn't really care, we all die someday anyway.
As if on cue, the door opened and a man entered the room wearing a serious face. He looked older than me but only about four or five years older. Dressed in suit pants and a white shirt, he took a plastic chair and put it in front of me before sitting down, his thin lips curving up while he ran a hand through his ginger hair.
"Art Indigo." He had a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "Can I call you Art?" He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, leaning back.
I knew it was a rhetorical question so I just stared at him blankly, legs akimbo and back straight against the sofa.
"I'm not here to hurt you. I apologize for before, but it was necessary." He nodded at the empty space beside the door, where I assumed the One who knocked me out was standing. "Once you give me what I need, we'll be out of here in no time and I won't need to hurt you again." His tone instantly went cold.
Strangely enough, I didn't feel threatened, my heart beat at its regular pace and my fingers were still. "How?" I cocked my head to the side curiously.
The man raised an eyebrow. "How what?"
"How would you hurt me?" I asked, sincerely curious. He unfolded his hands and put one in his pocket before revealing a brass knuckle, making me chuckle. "Really?" I thought it was funny because physically induced pain only affected me physically and it was a tested fact-from all the self-defense classes I'd taken. The only thing I was afraid of was emotional pain and I did well to prevent that possibility.
"What's funny?" He demanded, with an angry look.
"Nothing nothing." I replied, preventing myself from analysing him. "What's your name?" On seeing his growing anger, I added "Well it's only fair since you know mine."
"Cool. How can I help you?" I asked just as I saw Gadreel appear from the corner of my eye, sitting on the right arm of the sofa.
Benjamin's lips curved into an O shape, signifying his surprise. "Give me the book that Baaz Banderas gave to you."
"Ah, why?" I ignored Gadreel's warning look.
"None of your business." He spat out.
I raised my hands in surrender. "Where's the bag I was carrying when you brought me in?"
"Ian." He waved a hand and my bag suddenly floated towards me, which of course was just his One bringing my bag. Then the bag was thrown at me, hitting me in the chest.
"Rude." I caught the bag to my chest and opened it before taking out the heavy book and handing it to Benjamin who snatched it out of my hands. "Can I go now?" I sighed.
Benjamin stared at me incredulously "Just like that? Why?"
"Because this is not my fight." I clenched my fists inside my bag before smirking at Gadreel's horrified face. "I don't care if you guys win or they win, I don't care if you guys are the bad guys, or that you guys have killed some people in the past. This is not my fight."
The incredulous look on Benjamin's face turned into something akin to respect. "You know," He started to touch my face with the back of his right hand but I shifted away quickly. "Your lack of passion for The Square is favourable, you'd make a very good addition to The Gathering of the True."
"Ah that's the one. Can you show me out now please?"
"Art you should not have given him the book, do you know how many years they've been trying to get it and how many important things are in that book? It's a book of knowledge, have you never heard the phrase, 'knowledge is power'?" I ignored Gadreel's disbelief in how I gave the book up so easily.
"Yes, I'll lead you to the main road." Benjamin stood up with the book firmly by his side.
"What a disappointment." Gadreel facepalmed beside me, making me chuckle.
"You've tried to warn me in the past to be compliant for this moment, haven't you?" I asked, following beside the pleased man who held the book tightly in his right hand.
"Yes, by giving you little signs."
"Ah, I see."I continued to quietly walk beside him until I could see the outline of the main road about fifty feet away.
"Have you ever met a blue-haired girl?" I asked, putting my hands into my pocket.
Good morning and happy Sunday.
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