Part 11
Alex's POV
"Kaa" was all I could recall. It was getting infinitely harder to think.
A smile crossed his face. Was he smiling at me? I know how I must look, bruised from hitting walls, my shirt torn from the fighting, my skin burned from the infernal shocking machine. I felt like prey, hunted by many men. Caged away for their amusement. Maybe they were saving me to be the fox in their hunt.
I close my eyes and picture Kayla. Her beautiful smiling face. She always wore a smile when we were together. As I watch her face grows dark, the smile fades. The flesh starts rotting and falling from the bones.
"No!" I gasp, placing my arms covering my head I scream.
I feel arms surround me holding me tight, pulling me closer to a warm body. I resist but the grip is holding me tighter. Words echo into my ear, so soft and gentle. 'Help...protect...save'. They hold such infinite possibility. The hold I'm in is deliberate yet oddly comforting. I feel like a newborn as I snuggle into his chest. Help...I feel the power behind the word. Protect...so genuine I can feel it in my bones. Save...a word that affects my very soul. I do not want to move from my newfound savior, but judging from his body movements I can tell that he doesn't want to stay here any longer. I peer up at his face, those angelic eyes watching over me. I would follow those eyes anywhere.
(3rd person POV)
"So glad you have settled down my little guest for me." An intruding voice said.
The group turned to look at the man who had startled them all.
Treize held his antique gun upon the group. He smiled as Alex snarled at him. "Oh Alex dear, how could you act this way towards family?"