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else had I been kidnapped twice?
At least Arsenio seemed to mean me no harm, but he wouldn't break any orders the brute Cristos gave him. I had the feeling he was as confused as I was as to why I was being brought along as a prisoner.
The two men walked ahead of me, clad in warm winter gear. Cristos's long black hair, tied back with a simple band, hung down past his shoulder blades, splayed over the beat up bag I knew was holding some unearthly weapon.
Maybe they were aliens? Perhaps Moscow had become tied up in some intergalactic mess and . . .
Yeah. That was impossible.
But so was ferociously lighting on fire and not even feeling the heat from it.
Was I an alien?
My body shivered harder, trying to desperately warm up as it froze. I hadn't even been offered a towel, let alone a jacket of some kind. Snow was falling down on my frosted hair and skin, my scrubs the only protection I had against the weather.
Too bad they'd been soaked through as well. At least I still had my boots on. They were only kind of frozen, still saturated with water.
"Can I at least get a coat or something?" I asked through chattering teeth, wondering if Cristos just didn't want to talk.
"No!" he roared out, spinning around to face me, yanking me forward with the chain in his hands at the same time.
The force of the pull toppled me over into the deep snow, my shoulder knocking into one of the close trees, which piled more of the powder on top of me.
"You're going to kill her!" I heard Arsenio hiss as I sputtered and tried to get back on my feet.
"It's fine," Cristos growled, tugging on my restraints and watching as I fell back into the snow. "It's a fire monster."
"Look at her!" Arsenio yelled. "Does that look like fire to you? She's turning blue for Zeus's sake!"
"I said it's fine."
He pulled me forward again and I slipped into the tree once more, still trying to get my frozen limbs to do their job and hold me up.
Arsenio didn't argue any more, but I could tell from the grim look on his face he wasn't happy with what was going on.
Silently pleading with him, our eyes met for a moment before he looked away. Maybe he just hadn't wanted to watch me lay in the snow any more.
"Get up," Cristos grunted, walking over and hoisting me to my feet. "You're only slowing us down."
"Where are we going?" I asked breathlessly as he set our pace again, much faster than before.
"Be quiet," he spat over his shoulder.
After a few moments of silence, Arsenio cleared his throat.
"So, where are we going?"
Cristos stopped, turning and glaring at him.
"To our campsite," he said smartly. "We should be there by the end of the day."
Arsenio looked back at me and smiled apologetically, shrugging slightly before turning and starting to walk again.
Shaking, I slowly followed, resigned to the fact I wasn't going to learn anything from either of them.
The rest of the day passed in maddening silence. The longer we went on the less possible it became for me to talk, due to the chattering of my teeth. I desperately wished my hands weren't cuffed together so I could try and rub heat back into my arms. If I didn't already have frostbite, it sure felt like it. By the time the sun started to set, I'd been dragged more than walked myself to our destination. Desire to take my boots off and rub my poor chapped and freezing feet was almost all I could think about.
"We better stop here," Cristos said, looking up at the sky. "We should be far enough away that it's safe."
"S-safe f-from what?" I asked, my barely heard voice the loudest sound I could muster.
"You stay here," he said gruffly, wrapping the chain around a thick tree trunk next to me and confining me to the spot.
Walking away, he motioned for Arsenio to follow, heading to a small-ish clearing about a hundred feet away.
I watched as they set up camp, pulling unimaginable things from the bags on their backs. There were things that shouldn't have even fit in there, let alone be light enough to carry on their
At least Arsenio seemed to mean me no harm, but he wouldn't break any orders the brute Cristos gave him. I had the feeling he was as confused as I was as to why I was being brought along as a prisoner.
The two men walked ahead of me, clad in warm winter gear. Cristos's long black hair, tied back with a simple band, hung down past his shoulder blades, splayed over the beat up bag I knew was holding some unearthly weapon.
Maybe they were aliens? Perhaps Moscow had become tied up in some intergalactic mess and . . .
Yeah. That was impossible.
But so was ferociously lighting on fire and not even feeling the heat from it.
Was I an alien?
My body shivered harder, trying to desperately warm up as it froze. I hadn't even been offered a towel, let alone a jacket of some kind. Snow was falling down on my frosted hair and skin, my scrubs the only protection I had against the weather.
Too bad they'd been soaked through as well. At least I still had my boots on. They were only kind of frozen, still saturated with water.
"Can I at least get a coat or something?" I asked through chattering teeth, wondering if Cristos just didn't want to talk.
"No!" he roared out, spinning around to face me, yanking me forward with the chain in his hands at the same time.
The force of the pull toppled me over into the deep snow, my shoulder knocking into one of the close trees, which piled more of the powder on top of me.
"You're going to kill her!" I heard Arsenio hiss as I sputtered and tried to get back on my feet.
"It's fine," Cristos growled, tugging on my restraints and watching as I fell back into the snow. "It's a fire monster."
"Look at her!" Arsenio yelled. "Does that look like fire to you? She's turning blue for Zeus's sake!"
"I said it's fine."
He pulled me forward again and I slipped into the tree once more, still trying to get my frozen limbs to do their job and hold me up.
Arsenio didn't argue any more, but I could tell from the grim look on his face he wasn't happy with what was going on.
Silently pleading with him, our eyes met for a moment before he looked away. Maybe he just hadn't wanted to watch me lay in the snow any more.
"Get up," Cristos grunted, walking over and hoisting me to my feet. "You're only slowing us down."
"Where are we going?" I asked breathlessly as he set our pace again, much faster than before.
"Be quiet," he spat over his shoulder.
After a few moments of silence, Arsenio cleared his throat.
"So, where are we going?"
Cristos stopped, turning and glaring at him.
"To our campsite," he said smartly. "We should be there by the end of the day."
Arsenio looked back at me and smiled apologetically, shrugging slightly before turning and starting to walk again.
Shaking, I slowly followed, resigned to the fact I wasn't going to learn anything from either of them.
The rest of the day passed in maddening silence. The longer we went on the less possible it became for me to talk, due to the chattering of my teeth. I desperately wished my hands weren't cuffed together so I could try and rub heat back into my arms. If I didn't already have frostbite, it sure felt like it. By the time the sun started to set, I'd been dragged more than walked myself to our destination. Desire to take my boots off and rub my poor chapped and freezing feet was almost all I could think about.
"We better stop here," Cristos said, looking up at the sky. "We should be far enough away that it's safe."
"S-safe f-from what?" I asked, my barely heard voice the loudest sound I could muster.
"You stay here," he said gruffly, wrapping the chain around a thick tree trunk next to me and confining me to the spot.
Walking away, he motioned for Arsenio to follow, heading to a small-ish clearing about a hundred feet away.
I watched as they set up camp, pulling unimaginable things from the bags on their backs. There were things that shouldn't have even fit in there, let alone be light enough to carry on their
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