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Amante's words were like an open fire. Inwardly, she winced, even though not a muscle moved on her face. Leila sometimes let her self to be vulnerable in words, but the more time passed, the harder it was for her face to change to reflect her feelings. It rooted in the time that for each frown, quivering lip, or smile, she would get beaten. It was safer to spur hateful words than to cry.

"If you haven't noticed, lying is the only way to get what you want in this world. Or else you get stomped on, like a snail, by a bigger liar," the girl replied stiffly. Her voice grew monotone again now. Amante was indeed strong, to bear such pain and still lecture her. Such a waste, pity, pity. And still, annoying as hell. He was on his finish line, yet, he tried to appeal to her, and did a pretty damn good job at it, too. Leila would admit only over her dead body, though.

"No one is born wanting that," she replied simply and pushed the air out of the syringe. Indeed, just fifteen years ago, the thing Leila had wanted the most was for her mommy to be healthy. The girl's jaw tensed for a moment, as if she was fighting something inside - maybe tears. But that was just a second, and then it was gone.
"But you see, even your noble honesty has given you no one 'to miss you', as you put it. So, I rather give the world what it gave me."

She injected the poison and looked in Amante's face. Her eyes were now more human like than cat and they looked nearly dead, void of emotions, except at the very depth. "My mission? No, none of that is my mission. But all of it is my job. Only when I am done with this, I can carry out my mission." It had occurred to Leila, that after this she would have the blood of countless people on her hands, even if indirectly. But she would also be the one who ends the tyranny. It was all so difficult to explain, to even understand, the girl felt like laughing. "At least I have a goal to make me fight on, 'till the very end, unlike you. Your noble cause isn't that worth fighting and living for, apparently."

Amante's next question hit her mentally. Leila said nothing, simply averted her gaze, staring at the wall. At this moment, when she had just dealt a death to a man who carried some principles of her father, she could not call their names, speak of them. Her goal might not make her methods right, but she was far beyond redemption by the age of fourteen already, her hands pushed into the blood bath and stained for eternity. Still, their name was untouchable for her in moments like these.
"It will be all over soon," quietly Leila said, suddenly. It wasn't sure if she meant his life, her mission or job (what was the difference between them anyways, to Amante?), or something completely else.

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He felt the poison urging through him and continued to stare at her, listening to her words. He grinned and chuckled softly. "You must have no hope." He tried to sit up but failed and caught a glimpse of something crawling along to walls. Frowning, he continued, "Knowing you will never feel love... it's unbearable." He spoke as if he knew this kind of loneliness.

Amante crawled a little bit closer to her, wincing as the poison began to hut him. Whatever it was, it was high quality shit and it wasn't taking it's time to affect him. He reached out, grabbing her by the back of her head. "As my death wish, let me part on you this gift." His hand gripped her by her hair and pulled her down to him as he leaned up, pressing his lips to hers as his eyes followed the moving figure behind her.

His lips lingered to hers, firm and warm, and finally they parted. Not letting her go, he leaned closer to her and whispered right into her ear, "Run." Before he could say more, a creature roared as it lunged out. Amante threw Leila with surprising force to the side wall of the tunnel.

The creature slashed at him despite his arms coming up to block the attacks. It was rather horrible looking- scorched, tanned skin with welts and what looked like net-shaped patches of flesh. It screeched, roaring, as massive claws tore at his arms and Amante simply clenched his teeth while enduring the pain. As skin flew away from him, exposing his bones and blood covering the female figure above him, he let out a yell of pain and lurched forward, vomiting onto the female.

This enraged the woman further and what looked like a spiny tail whipped out around the air behind her, stabbing right into one of his knees, destroying the bone inside. The end of the tail, similar to a dagger, twisted and began to grind up the knob along with pieces of flesh and muscle tissue.

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Leila glanced at him, to see the man grinning. "What kind of person says that and smiles?" she thought, frowning lightly, but then looked away. He really was tough, to be able to even talk during the poisoning. The girl had even injected a little over the dose the man of his size would need. Leila could not understand Amante, no matter how hard she tried. There was something that made him different than the typical noble-I-had-a-bad-life type, but the girl couldn't make out what it was.

Well, besides his damned arrogance, that is. Taken by surprise, Leila didn't manage to avoid ending up mouth to mouth with him. It was more like a lip smack than a kiss, but her eyes went wide and the girl was obviously taken aback. He whispered something in her ear, and in that moment, she regained ability to move. "What the..." she gasped and pushed him away, but it was badly timed, and Amante threw Leila against the wall next moment.

Shadows cushioned the crush and for a brief moment, she disappeared in the darkness. Leila watched in horror the scene evolving before her, but then she lunged forwards. Instead of the fair girl, there was just a shadowy body, yet it more firm and detailed than that of regular shadow minions. Among the pair of shadow wings on her back, now there were tentacles that grabbed the strange female monster by limbs and pulled her back. With a whirl in the air, Leila threw the being against the wall, then the other, while some shadow minions attached themselves to it, covering its sight. Deep gashed opened on being's body, from their scratches and stabs.

Leila aimed and shot, but the poisoned arrow hit not chest, but leg, and not with enough force to harm the being. "Fuck," Leila thought and then flew higher, still trying to restrain the monster with shadows, while she worked on her other magic. It was safer to work ranged with this one, for sure. Without an audible command, bunch of shadows partially covered and hid Amante.

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He yelled out again as the females claws tore at his chest, removing a decent sized chunk of flesh and tossing it into her mouth before continuing at him. His eyes were fluttering shut even though he fought them. He'd lost so much blood and chunks of skin. Fighting off the poison in this state was near impossible.

Luckily, as his arms started to give, the shadows reached out and flailed the creature around. She roared, dark red hair mangled on her skull and down the top of her spinal. Sharp claws tore at the shadows and despite being blinded by them, she could still "see" her surroundings.

Wriggling out of their grasp, she landed down on all fours. she'd taken a few cuts and hits from them but she hadn't slowed down. Slicing at the shadows with her back to a wall, she growled. Even her face looked badly burned though it was normally hidden by waves of mangled hair. She snapped at them, eyes glowing yellow, and shrieked when an arrow punctured her leg.

The arrow snapped under her grip and she tore it out, throwing it in Leila's direction. The shadows over her eyes were still there, strong and lasting, but they did not seem to encumber her abilities. She ran up along the wall on all fours, gnashing and clawing at shadows as they grabbed at her again and again until, finally, she broke free and made a lung for Leila herself.

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Leila fled aside, when the being launched an attack. It whipped around quickly enough, and sprung for another one, but this attack was as unsuccessful as previous one. Although there was a solidness of sorts about Leila's new form, whenever the creature tried to hold her, her claws simply slid trough her, and the girl also managed to avoid most of the attacks. It was a chase more than a fight now, with shadows attempting to slow the monster down. One shadow was even as bold as try to claw its eyes out.

Leila, aided by shadows, managed to start the first cycle of her magics, the blood slowly withdrawing from creatures limbs inside her body and gushing out of her cuts, therefor weakening her in various ways. It became hard to move for the being and strength left her quickly. Shadows left more and more cuts, trough which the life power left the monster. And Leila was still always out of her reach and untouchable.

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Her tail whipped around, keeping a good portion of the shadows at bay. Her body fet weighed down and slowed even though she continued to crawl toward Leila. One shadow in particular lashed out at her face and she gnashed it in her teeth, chewing it up as she continued toward her prey. The shadows seeped out between her teeth and fell away like a little pile of sludge, let to rejuvenate over time.

But the closer she got, the slower she moved. Her body hurt and the blood was starting to come out. Snarling, her tail dispatched the rest of the shadows and she inched back from Leila. As her body began to come back to, she was obviously not happy with the turn of events, and fled up the walls of the tunnel and hurried off.

As for Amante, he lay on the tunnel floor with a lot of skin missing, even a bit from his face. Blood soaked through his clothes and stained the concrete flooring. Surprisingly enough, he still had a heartbeat though it was faint.

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Leila considered chasing the monster, but then she looked back to Amante. Landing, her body slowly reverted to normal, the shadows again replaced by bones and flesh. There were marks of claws on her body, but the cuts were faint and nearly didn't bleed. While she had been in a half physical form, the attacks had harmed her slightly, but, in a bit, if she stayed in shadow form, they would disappear, her body simply restored.

The girl checked for Amante's pulse, seemingly unaffected by the bloody, rather disgusting sight before her. Leila had seen much worse, and some had been caused by her own hands. She preferred clean job, though. Finding that he was alive still, much to the girl's surprise, she mulled something over and then quickly injected him something. Becoming a shadow one more and merging with the ones on walls, Leila disappeared, in the direction of outpost.

It took about half hour more, for medic and few other man to rush in the scene. Amante was quickly put on stretcher and hurriedly carried away. Apparently, someone had contacted with the Base and it took about fifteen more minutes for Aiolia to arrive with the cat. Amante's stretcher was carefully placed on the back seat, and Aiolia only managed to throw Leila a menacing look, before they drove away.

Leila had told the people that the two of them had been attacked unexpectedly and she had been knocked out, so until she woke up, the monster had managed to do all of the damage. They would not find any traces of poison in his blood - it was designed to not leave marks and although he would never know it, she had given him something to help cleaning it out. If she was going to help him, not finish him off, Leila didn't want anyone to know she was involved.

Aiolia's thoughts were a mess, and she had hard time being careful in the sewer turns, but luckily, nothing bad happened. When they reached the base, she even managed to softly slow down, so Amante wouldn't be thrown on the floor. Elek was already at the entrance, pacing impatiently, along with the doctor and few nurses. He was told that Amante was in bad shape, but this was far beyond what he had imagined.

Elek's mind filled with blood and pain, when his friend was taken out of the car, placed on the motorized stretcher and quickly moved to the hospital. He ran along, Aiolia on the other side, until doctor commanded him to back off. Elek and Aiolia wanted to be with Amante, though, so they stayed in corridor, still in state of shock.

Ryan had just wheeled out of his room, after procedure. He stopped, and watched, how the group rushed in, barely recognizing the lump of flesh on the stretcher. But then he realized it was this "Amante" guy and curiosity (as well as tiny bit of compassion and pity) overwhelmed him. But the man realized it wasn't good time to ask the "leader" any questions. He decided to linger in the corridor for a bit more, though.

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Whatever she had injected him with had started to neutralize what little poison was left over in his torn apart system. It took a little bit of time for the CAT to show up, some parts of his skin already healing up. His neck was fine, no longer cut up a bit, and his ankles were starting to look a little bit normal. His arms, however, were still mostly without flesh and his chest had a large hole in it.

During the rushed car ride to the base, his ankles were the main parts that healed up but bone still pressed up under his skin. The vehicle came to a sudden stop and he was pulled out, still unconscious, and hurried inside. It wasn't long before he was hooked up to a saline pack and the liquid was being pushed into his body. However, it did not go over very well at first as the only main arteries available were in his thighs and neck.

After the drip point was moved to his neck, they were able to see some improvements... until his eyes flashed open. Fur tore up under what skin he had left and he yelled out, his cry soon turning to a roar matched with the crashing of metal on the wall as he threw a surgery table away from him. The doctors and nurses fled, as they knew they should, and the furred man stood up from his bed.

With ankles fully restored and long nails tearing out from his shoes, he threw a thin, bony arm out at the bed and groaned, staggering down. Fur rose up from the skin and muscles began to grow and reform on that same arm. Yellow eyes squinting shut, and both arms nearly fully restored, the whole in his chest began to close. Fur shuffled across the healing parts of his body and he groaned as it continued until no injuries were noticeable.

Immediately after his recovery, he howled again and thrashed his arms about the room, tearing at the bed and purely metal objects, for the most part. Despite being crazed by the pain, he was still able to be selective about his targets. He knew well enough how expensive medical equipment could get and what was more easily replaceable- these things being his targets.

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"Aiolia, go," Elek quietly told the girl, when the noises started in the room and the doctor with nurses left the room in hurry. "But..." "Just go." Aiolia sighed and complied. It was true that she would be of no help to either of them, and that no one would be, but it stung nonetheless. Glancing at the corridor, she noticed Ryan was there and frowned, but did not go to him. The girl chose to do some paperwork and maybe train instead.

Elek stood near the doors of the preparation room, leaning forehead against it. The pain radiated from within as well as faint scenes he couldn't exactly understand. Leila? Music? Some sort of alcohol... More pain, disappointment... They were so chaotic, Elek couldn't make anything out of them. "Amante, I know it hurts, very much, I am sorry. Very sorry," he spoke in his friends mind, wrapping his energy around it like a soothing blanket. He worked on Amante's brain to make it feel as if the pain was lessening. It would leave no harm and was not too forceful.

"When you calm down, they will give you pain killers. And you will tell me what happened. It will be fine," Elek tried to assure him self more than Amante, who most likely realized that he would certainly survive at this point. It was just matter of waiting for the pain to go away. Elek's fists clenched, in anger about who had hurt his friend so. And the scenes kept coming in his mind, as he tried to piece them together... The revealing scene did not please him in the slightest.

Ryan slowly wheeled in Alice's room and stopped by her bed. He still felt a little bad and awkward about yesterday's situation, when he looked in Alice's eyes. Especially now, when he could hear how the man suffered pain in nearby room. It had to be him, right? These inhuman sounds was made by Amante. He was not biased against anyone, but rumors and myths wrapping around the Monster rank, especially the infamous vampires and werewolves, were quite threatening. Ryan shivered a little, again wondering how the gentle girl and this man could be involved with each other.

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He roared out, backhands a little chair into the wall. It crumbled up into a metal ball and hit to floor. As Elek came closer and began communicating, the werewolf groaned and knelt down, holding it's head. Pictures and visions slurred around in his mind. The ivory girl elsewhere in the hospital and sent him on a depressed stupor the night before. He'd gone out, bought some alcohol and slummed around the old blues tavern.

When it had grown dark, he retreated to the sewers but continued to listen to the soulful music. It had put him at peace but, at the same time, gave him to depression. Groaning, the werewolf started to stand and calm, but pain snapped in his chest and he started to tear at the medical bed, slicing at metal until it finally broke.

Leila had found him while he was sleeping. they had argued and he had fallen. It looked like she was going to help him up when he threw her aside and a burned up creature attacked him. Leila had tried to fight it off and, eventually, it ran away. The wrapped up the imagery, though the memory of the pain hauntd his mind.

Staggering back and gasping, his chest snapped again and he put his hands to his head. Yellow eyes shut as Elek helped calm him and his body began to shift. The fur receded under his skin, excess falling off of him in clumps, until the human version of Amante was all that stood in the room, among the mess, and in nothing but a pair of torn up, bloodied boxers.

He swallowed and tried to open his eyes, immediately stumbling down against the side of the bed. He sighed and touched at his chest. He was fine, everything was ok.



Alice was sitting up in her bed, pillows stuffed behind her back, and she listened to the horrific sounds coming from up the room. She perked up a bit when Ryan entered the room and her hand moved across the bed for him to take. She didn't know what was going on, for sure, but she felt a resemblance from the horrific roars and cries coming from up the hallway. Maybe Ryan knew something and she looks at him, wondering if he did.

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They way Amante's memories flashed in Elek's mind, made him think of kaleidoscope. He had seen some child play with it once, and for a brief moment, his childhood's black and white world had become lit with colors. But this one, was sick and twisted kaleidoscope, filled with hateful feelings, pain and blood. The man groaned slightly, but did not loosen the hold of Amante's brains, soothing his pains.

Finally, it all slowed down and the growls subsided. Elek mentally tumbled out of Amante's mind and staggered physically. After a moment, he gathered up and hurried in. Supporting Amante, letting him lean on fully, Elek helped him move to another room and there he could sit down on bed. "Do you need painkillers? I will get some clothes arranged for you. We can talk about everything later. Just tell me if you're fine now." The nurses were waiting behind doors now, fidgeting and waiting for Elek to say it was alright to come in.


Ryan took her hand, with a small smile, and then winced at another roar. He understood the questioning look Alice was giving him and shrugged with the good shoulder. "I think, the man that visited us yesterday, got injured. But by the sound of it..." he paused as something broke few rooms down the corridor, "he is going to be well soon. Their kind heals fast, from what I heard." Ryan tried to not sound discriminating, but a bit of distaste sneaked in his voice. Not because Amante was werewolf, no. He was holding the hand of precious root from which their dislike grew, right now.

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Amante leaned on him a bit but was able to walk forward as he was led around. He gave nothing more than a grunt and slid up onto a bed. Sighing, relieved, his body eased into the bent up mattress of the bed. Swallowing, he smacked his mouth and motioned to his side, "Water should do. And some food. I'm starving." He sniffed and glanced over at the nurses standing around the doorway. "Make it bloody."

After those words, eyes still glowing a faint yellow, he rolled over onto his side so his back was to the doorway and the women. He showed no intention of moving again until he was brought food and maybe those fresh clothes Elek was talking about.


Alice gave a slow nod, listening to him. But when he said "their kind" she wanted to know more. She sat still for a few moments, staring off as the cries grew quieter. Nodding to herself, she slowly turned her body to face him. The blanket slowly rolled off of her as she put her hands on the armrests of his chair. She pulled herself toward him with some trouble, gently laying a hand on his shoulder as she came closer.

White hair cascaded down, touching at his neck and chest. Her body twisted around, her back pressing to him, and she dropped right into his lap. Her legs dangled ontop of his and she pushed herself p on him, getting more comfortable with her head leaning against the side of his neck. Alice looked up at him and gently tapped on his good arm. She was expecting him to take her to the wounded man, whom they thought to be Amante.

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Elek shook his head slightly, as if in disbelief about something, and left. His mind was still full with the scenes from Amante's memories and he was sure he recognized the monster that had attacked his friend. But that conversation would have to wait. It seemed that Leila had hurt Evan enough for her to not attack someone for at least a day, and by then, everything should be discussed with Eve. Elek was not looking forward to that conversation.

Most nurses left the doorway, some having duties to attend to, others just jumping on the chance to get away. Most of Rebellion consisted of regular people, many of them still felt vary of the Changed ones, some did not even trust their honesty fully. At cases like these, everyone tensed, but with time, most of the personnel learned to accept the fact many strange things happened in their hospital. There were those who took pride and joy in helping and saving those that were more powerful than them.

"A-Alice, what are you doing?" Ryan looked startled, at the sudden determination with which Alice was suddenly moving. His cheeks flushed, when their faces came so close, but when he realized what the girl wanted to do, Ryan helped her get on his lap to his best ability. Alice was so small and light it really was not hard.

"Is everything alright, are you comfortable?" he asked softly, wrapping right arm around her, to support and hold the girl safe. Ryan was understandably surprised at her actions, but for some reason, it brought a happy smile to his face. Until the man understood what Alice wanted, that is.

The slight flush left his cheeks and his eyes darkened, not so much in color than emotionally. Corners of Ryan's mouth dropped and the expression suddenly became dark. It seemed the man struggled with something, his lips twitching few times as if he wanted to say something and then Ryan huffed. "Fine."
"Fine, I will take you to him. But that will be the only time."
With jaw tense, now avoiding to look at Alice, the man slowly wheeled towards the doors that were thankfully left open. His grip on the girl grew firm, nearly too tight to be comfortable.

Nurses looked at the strange pair moving down the corridor with wary expression, but one chose to help him and push the chair to his chosen room. The woman seemed slightly surprised at Ryan's chosen destination, but didn't say anything and few minutes later, they were left at room's doors. "Mr. Amante, you've got visitors," the nurse said, knocking on the doors. "Mr. Royce is returning soon, too." With that she left.

Ryan wheeled deeper in the room, not really caring for Amante's attitude, but did not go near the bed. "Are you alright?" he asked stiffly, wanting to add that it was Alice wanted to know that, but at the same time, wishing to conceal her interest in the man, as much as possible. A moment later, Elek came upon the scene that nearly literally screamed "tense and awkward" and halted on the doors. He was holding a big tray, some clothes thrown over his arm, and now was not sure if to come in or leave for now.

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Alice nodded, telling him she was comfortable, and lay her hands over his until he moved them to push on the wheels. He started to push them out of the room and down the hall and she noticed his grip getting a bit tight. With a hand laying over his, she urged him to give her some room to breathe. When she was able to adjust her hand, she took in a noticeable breath and exhaled.

Finally, with the help of a nurse, they were able to get to the room. Inside, where they soon began to enter, Amante was laying on the bed. He was grumpy and didn't really want to see anyone, especially not that Ryan jerk- until a familiar smell reached his nostrils. He turned up to look at them, seemingly better already and lay on his back. He glanced to the side and saw Elek, motioning him in, "C'mon, I'm starving." Amante sat up in the bed and took the tray when Elek gave it to him.

Sitting up, one leg bent so his foot pressed into his other thigh, and his other leg dangled off the side of the bed. He didn't seem to have any interest for utensils and yet his hands hardly became dirtied with food. He licked off the excess food from his fingers as he spoke to them, or just Alice, "You came to see me, eh?" He couldn't help but let a skewed grin stretch on his face. "That's nice..." he took another bite of the food and continued, "How're you feeling? Better?"

Alice gave a nod, smiling to know he was ok. She looked to Ryan and gently pet her hand over his, the one holding her around the waist. It was her little way of showing affection as well as an attempt to keep him calm. Something about these two always raised the others blood pressure. It was a constant cycle of dislike and she could sense it.

Amante didn't react to this well though it was mostly his face tensing and his chewing becoming more... intent. He swallowed his food and leaned back, crossing his legs at the ankles. His body was up for show; rippling muscles curving and diveting in places where normal humans had to spend their whole lives to get. He wasn't particularly bulky but he was certainly well built. None of it really seemed to phase Alice but, honestly, he was mostly showing it off to intimidate Ryan. "Well, as you can see, I'm fine." Squirm, filth, squirm!

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Ryan's hand tensed under hers, as if the touch gave him no comfort this time. His eyes were narrowed, looking at Amante with nearly murderous intent. If looks could kill, there wouldn't be even pile of ashes left from the werewolf. The fact Alice didn't seem affected by Amante's showy state was not much of relief. It made Ryan wonder if she was used to it - maybe they were a couple? Or had been? The man on bed seemed to be much older than her, though... Although, Ryan knew the same 'crime' could be assigned to him, in a way.

He said nothing, not wanting to get involved with Amante in any way, and also not sure that he could say anything, but insults. The questions were not directed at him, anyways. Elek sat down on chair near the bed, observing the situation between the two men and Alice. He could feel, even see power waves coming off them all. There was concern in this room, but over all, was dislike and... jealousy. He saw how Amante "posed" and realized he had never seen his friend like that. It was strange, and Elek came to a thought that Amante could really like Alice in romantic way. But the feelings from him were different. Possessive and jealous, yes, but not with that certain passion lovers normally held for their partners. Elek tried to break the tension in the room with small talk, but the attempt failed miserably. So, he told Amante that he would like to speak with him later, before left the room quietly.

Finally, Alice went slightly more limp in Ryan's arms, and the man realized she had fallen asleep. He gave another glare to Amante, the grip slightly tightening. Ryan did not find him guilty of any crime, he had not started the whole dislike thing, and it was despicable that this man hated him without knowing him, only for that he was close to Alice. Hell, if he wasn't, she wouldn't be here. If only he was healthy, he would show this piece of scum what he was made of. To show off like this to man in a wheelchair! Ryan grit his teeth, left hand's fingers forming a fist.

"You should put a muzzle on your pride and jealousy, and realize that if it wasn't for me, you would've never seen her again," Ryan's voice was quiet, so not to wake Alice, but it had steel edge. "I got her out of that place, I risked my life for her, although I had no duty to her, unlike you, whatever you are to her. And so, you have no rights to act as the manly, possessive hero now." Without saying anything else, Ryan turned the wheelchair around and left the room, taking Alice to hers. He stayed there, until the girl woke up. Ryan then put her in the bed, and left, without saying anything.

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He felt victorious and basically ignored Elek while reveling in said victory. It wasn't until the leader left and Alice drifted off that he began to deflate under Ryans scrutiny. Alright, Amante hadn't saved her but how could he? He didn't know where she was or, or how to get her back. Ryan just got lucky for getting that job. And who the hell did he think HE was gallivanting himself all over her like that?

As Ryan left the room, Amante growled deep and low before hovering over his food and finishing it off. He still felt a bit sore but by the gods he would make a comeback by tomorrow.


Alice woke up an hour or two after they left the room and looked up to see Ryan. She smiled and lay her head back into his neck but soon found herself lifted and moved onto the bed. She tried to reached out to him but he seemed so distant and cold, hardly looking at her. She watched him leave without saying a word to her and lay her hands in her lap, wondering if she had done something wrong.