x.A.l.[0].n.e.// [Private! Only Angel]

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

.[shadow=grey,left,300][glow=silver,2,300]B.r.e.e[/glow][/shadow].

What is a story with out love? Especially sweet, young love? No one really knows. It is nearly impossible to have a story without love. Love can wriggle itself into the most unlikely of circumstances, and anyone can feel its power. This emotion can be felt at any time in life, even at the most unexpected. The thing about love... is it needs a story to go with it...

It was a perfect day. Almost too perfect to be real. It was like paradise. The sun shined unusually bright on the water, making it glitter. Glass Lake was fairly warm for the season, Winter, but this was the Fire Shadow Kingdom. The lowest temperature the Kingdom had ever reached was around 50 degrees Farenheit.
The trees branches and color tinged leaves swayed in the mild wind. Though paradise, dark clouds could be seen in the distance, threatening to break hold and release a furious storm.

A young teenager at the edge of the lake dropped her clothes on the bank and sank into the mild water. After wetting her hair, she grabbed her soaps to wash herself. The liquid felt good on her dry skin, like silk wrapped around her. She splashed playfully with herself, swimming to and fro gracefully.

Bree soon stepped out of the lake reluctantly after washing. She sighed and bent over to grab her towel from a boulder. She wrung out her hair and dried her slender body, shivering slightly. At first, she stood a little awkwardly, thinking, but then she gathered her clothes in her arms. She dropped her towel to get dressed with a soft, quiet sigh. With a delicate finger, Bree brushed her strange colored hair behind her ear and gave out a frown. Despite the pleasant day, she wasn't in the best of moods.

[angel]

Sci's eyes bore into the young lady's back and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He had always despised the Fire Shadow Kingdom so he thought he'd have a little fun with the girl. He slid like wind, barely touching the ground, as he drifted behind her and gripped her slim waist in his cold hands. "You have no idea how seductive you are," he whispered in her ear as he nibbled her ear playfully. Fire Shadow warriors were always fun to irritate because the girls always grew red in the face as flames shot around them, and it turned him on. He would take revenge on the evil kingdom and gain a cute play toy as well, Sci's eyes gleamed at the possibilities. "Play with me puppet," he told her as ice coated the ground around them, plated the water she had been bathing in, and up her arms.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

A small gasp of surprise echoed from her mouth. "What?" She cried, already infuriated. Her small fuse was running even shorter. As if her day wasn't bad enough. His hands seared her sides, like hot needles stabbing into her side. The pain grew and traveled up her arms. Bree whipped around, a flicker of flames at her fingertips. The small fire around her was already making its own wind, whipping at her black-blue hair. Bree's amythest eyes ignited with fury.

Through her anger, there was fear and embarassment. A grown man teasing her; she knew exactly what he meant. That was the fear. Bree crouched quickly and wrapped her towel around her and then stood slowly, her eyes on him. Would he attack her? Her heart beat echoed in her ears and a shudder ran up her spine.

She glanced behind her for an escape only to realize he had her trapped against the lake! Sweat formed on her forehead. Oh, where was her sword? Bree spotted it behind him, and behind the boulder with her clothes. She blinked, impossibly slow. "No." She spat. Bree had to admit, she like talking back to him, insulting the disasterous boy. It made her feel wonderfully better, despite the current, dangerous situation.

She began thinking of attack moves her father had taught her as a little girl. He always had good intentions for her. Bree could feel the memory now, "Now," her father was saying. "If your enemy is a male, kick him between the legs, that should get him good." Her little self was giggling.
"Like this?" She swung out her little foot and struck her father. "Oh!" He doubled over, laughing. "I'm alright, little flower, but yes, like that." She was sorry, but curled up on the floor beside him. Her father kissed her forehead.
Bree's eyes narrowed, her long, thick eyelashes setting nicely over her beautiful eyes.

[angel]

Sci laughed and stepped back sharply. "Well, well. Not coorperative? So what's your name stubborn little puppet?" He felt repulsive and dirty for even touching a Fire Shadow warrior and he was pretty positive she could melt the ice encasing her, but his life was sick enough already that he figured if she got the Fire Shadow army to gang up on him, he would die loyaly fighting. His life sounded even sicker now as he thought about it and he flinched, snow floating to the ground in rhythm with his movements. To distract himself he leaned in and captured the girl's plump lips, he ran a hand up her back under the towel, not wanting to go too far and lose his dignity.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

Ha, was he thinking back now? Her thoughts splayed out in her mind in amusement when she saw his hesitation. How can I think like this when this is happening to me? She hugged herself tight and her legs tensed. Bree continued to glare. Where to run?

Air filtered her throat right before he leaned in. She blew back in a scream. Bree could already feel his freezing touch on her back, and of course, her lips. She squirmed, trying to get away. She pushed back and once his hand slid off her back, she fell back onto the ice sheathed lake. A yelp escaped her throat in surprise. She stood quickly, pulling the towel closer to her body. "Bree. Maybe you can remember me by it!" Bree leapt forward with sudden aggression as she closed her hand in a tight fist and punched him. I hope that breaks your nose! The poisonus thought raged in her mind. She also kicked him behind the legs, as her dear father had taught her. Bree couldn't help but smirk as she sprinted past him, grabbing her sword. There was no time to grab her clothes.

Hopefully, she would never see him again. She cringed at the thought of him showing his face again. Bree gave a small, breathless laugh as she pumped her arms, running through the forest towards her village. That time, if it ever happened, she'd be armed, furious for revenge, and clothed. Her lips twitched, reminding her of his kiss. Ugh. As she ran, she warmed up and melted the ice off her body. But she was weak. The cold had hurt her. Her legs started to slow, and her gasps came in with difficulty. Bree stopped and rested against a tree. She was fine. And away from him.

It was around mid-day when she had reached her village. The village was busy and thriving so she went around the back and climbed in her window in her home. At last. She wanted to drop on her bed and curl up in the covers, but as she was about to do so, she was reminded again of the events that morning. Bree walked to her closet and put on a cozy, modest tunic that she usually wore to Warrior Training excersises. But she didn't feel exhausted anymore... just hungry. So many mood swings today. She acknowledged with meekness. Bree traveled down the stairs to her destination; the kitchen.

[angel]

Sci doubled over, his mouth open in a silent scream as the girl, Bree she called herself, vanished in a blur of color. I suppose I deserve this, he thought grimly, pain throbbing between his legs. Finally he regained his balance and slid across the icy ground, gliding to a lone tree and springing onto a low branch. He shivered despite the cold he was used to. He did not want to imagine what his mother would say if she had witnessed his former encounter with Bree. He supposed he had gotton lost in his thirst for revenge and didn't stop to think of the revolting actions he had performed but now something else fueled his anger against Bree. His new target was not Fire Shadow in general but the young warrior that reminded him why he was fighting in the first place.

The kingdoms were at war, it was time to face it, everyone was in danger and even families in seperate kingdoms were becoming natural enemies. Just like my parents, he realized with a sigh as he buried his face in his hands. His wispy dirty blonde hair fell over one of his brown, tinted red, eyes. The wretched life Sci lived had turned him into a monster and this knowledge sent him after Bree. He crouched defensively when her house was in sight, his tracking senses were coming along nicely. Only her unique hair was visible through the dim window but his sharp eyes narrowed in concentration as he watched her bustle about the kitchen. Suddenly a dark figure gripped him from behind and he snarled, icicles flying in the direction of his captor. "A spy from the Ice Kingdom? What is the meaning of this boy, I can kill you now if you refuse to tell me!" Sci cursed under his breath and looked at Bree's sillouette hissing,"I hate you!!!"

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

Upon entering her homey kitchen, she just realized how alone she was. Her brother fighting in the war, her parents already dead... Something pricked, thorn sharp, at her heart and her soft, amythest eyes stung. A salt filled tear slid down her pale, flawless cheek. With a slim finger, she brushed it away and gave a light sigh. Her eyes narrowed. When had been the last time she had cried? Oh, at least a couple years? She never cried. Bree was too proud for that. Proud like her father. Rebellious like her father. She stood straighter. Yes, strong, proud, rebellious. That was who she was. Her eyes narrowed once again.

Her light footsteps echoed in her ears as she glided around the kitchen. She pulled her blue-black hair in a messy ponytail and after she had lit a fire in the oven, she took her dough from the counter, which she had made last night, and out of its wrappings. She began kneading it thoroughly and once she saw fit of her work, put it in a firm pan, and into the oven. Bree drummed her fingers on the counter absent mindedly. Hmm, what now? Her thoughts could not be kept at bay for long.

It had never come to mind that she had never really hated someone this bad. Sure, she had hated. But with a 'fiery passion'? No, she didn't think so. This man had sexually offended her. No one had ever done that. A cold feeling trickled up her spine and she shivered, shaking the feeling away. The slightly older boys, drunk, had asked if she wanted to 'bang' with them. But of course, they were never serious. Even if they were drunk. Everyone knew in her village she had a tongue as venemous as a snake, and claws as sharp as a tigress. Figuratively speaking. Claws... pfft. Bree had plenty of skills, power, and will to make up for that. She was fierce.
She looked at her hand. Finger nail marks were etched into her skin. Trying to control her anger, she supposed. Bree jumped at the faintest of shouts, it was like cold water splashed on her face, back into reality. Bree looked around her kitchen. All was silent. But instinct told her different. Something was... She couldn't put her finger on it.

A warm smell wafted in the air, filling her nostrils. She opened the oven and pulled out her bread with a mitten on. Perfectly golden brown. For the first time that day, she gave a content smile. "Just like mom's." She set it down on top of the oven to let it cool and turned her attention back on her suspicions.
Bree walked over to the window and looked out into the forest. She lay her hand on the glass, squinting. Was that a rustle in the bushes? Sudden movement flickered but when she gazed more closely, it was gone.

[Lindsay]

Sci glared at his captors through slitted eyes, their backs were turned to him now and they were debating whether or not to ask Bree if she knew anything about him. As they debated, Sci experimented with his powers but the air they were emitting was too hot and his ice shards wouldn't form. He smiled as best he could with a gag on and was careful to make little noise while he shifted behind the gaurds. "They underestimate me so much," he thought. Finally when Sci was at least in a cool shadow, or as cool as it could get in Fire Shadow, he managed to form a tiny blade of ice behind his back. With a flick of his wrist, the ropes fell around him and he tore the gag from his mouth.

"Ha!" Not wanting to draw attention from any other gaurds nearby, he pelted hail against the gaurd's skull but kept the screams from echoing as he fell to the ground. He heard one man suggest checking on the prisoner and Sci pounded a tree in irritation, is knuckles turning white he closed his fist so tight. With a sigh he calculated if it was possible to avoid Bree if he snuck into her house to hide and then left. His mind reeled with equations he had learned back when he was a child, Sci often depended on knowledge. Eventually he leaped like wind to the roof and slid in the chimney, smoke blowing up his nose. He landed just as faintly in Bree's living room and ran to her bedroom upstairs, avoiding the kitchen.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

Once again, a frown set on her face. Weird. But of course, her life was pretty twisted right now. Weird wasn't quite in her vocabulary. Though the smell of freshly baked bread was intoxicating, it was still to hot to eat. Way too hot, even if she was from the Fire Shadow Kingdom. Bree briefly glanced outside. Sunhigh. Noon. She rolled her head on her shoulders tiredly and put another loaf of bread in the oven. That will take awhile.

Her muscles tightened. Was the a thump? She looked above her, tilting her head to hear even the tiniest sounds of movements. She walked slowly around the room, listening in full intent. Suddenly, a bang of pots made her jump. Her arm had knocked a pan off the counter. She cringed and set it carefully back on the counter. Crud. With lithe, stealthy movements, she peeked into the the Living Room and curiously inspected the soot marks on the carpet in front of the fire place. Her head spun. She could already feel adrenaline pulsing throughout her. Great. How much worse can this day get?

The stairs creaked and groaned as she stepped as lightly as she could up the steps, one at a time. Bree winced visibly. And it hit her. Why didn't she use her head first? Once she reached the top of the stairs, she searched the other rooms before her bedroom and retrieved her dagger from the bathroom.

Her breathing sounded too loud. What is wrong with me? Scared like a newborn kitten! She clenched her jaw determinedly and set her hand on her door knob. She twisted the slowly. With sudden movements, she burst into the room, the door banging against the inside wall. Her dagger pointed to mid-air. Nothing, or anyone was here. She looked under her bed in confusion and behind the door. Puzzlement shown in her eyes. Bree sheathed her dagger. What was going on here?

[Lindsay]

Sci enhaled deeply when the door opened to Bree's bedroom and while holding his breath and making as much noise as the stil surface of a lake, he slipped into her closet. When she entered, he could feel anxiety throb and flow from her. What if she checked in the closet? He made a fist again but frost fell from it and he looked on in horror. He would have to clean this up before he left if Bree didn't find him.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

A knot formed in her stomach and lurched uncomfortably. She felt like she was going to through up. With a small hiss, she unsheathed her dagger again, her face pursed in grim determination. Her breathing quickened and her heart sped up as she acted like she was going to walk out of her room. No. This can't be happening. At the last moment she spun around and threw open the closet doors. Shock rippled through her body and she stumbled back in surprise. "You!" She screamed. Her skin was clenched white across her knuckles, but in her surprise, the glinting dagger dropped from her hand. The nauseous feeling came back, leaving her weak. Bree spat at his feet. "Get out of here before I kill you!" She shouted at the same man who had abused her earlier that day.

Duh. Realiziation always hit her in moments like this. She had dropped her dagger. Oh, no! Bree suddenly felt slightly stronger. She leapt to her feet and did the only thing she could do. Run. At least she was clothed this time. She noted gratefully.

She was nearing the stairs when she tripped over her own feet. With a heavy crash, she tumbled to the floor and over the edge. Everything was a blur, and pain pinpointed at her body constantly. After what seemed like an eternity, Bree came to a stop at the bottom landing. Wetness soaked her head. Achingly, she but her hand to her head slowly and recoiled back. Her hand was stained with blood. Vaguely, she spotted Sci in her dizzying view. A groan escaped her throat as her dark blood stained the floor beneath her.

[Lindsay]

Sci looked on in amusement as she ran from the room and he picked up his daggar on the way out, but he couldn't kill her...yet. He ran to mop up the blood from her head, not wanting her to bleed unless he physically hurt her himself, and gaurds would find the evidence soon. With a grunt he gathered her in his arms and slid, ice now coating her floor and then melting just as fast, on his way out the back door. He glanced around through his red tinted eyes, the gaurd he had fought, at least put up a fight and popped a blood cell in his right eye. With the misty scarlet faze blanketing the world around him, he sprints to the woods and to the Ice Kingdom border as thick snow, slowly freezes and locks her arms together. "Hello again puppet," he growled in hre ear.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

Am I dying? No, she wasn't. It just hurt so much! She was even too weak to scream when his ice burned her as he picked her up. Why is he picking me up? Is he kidnapping me? What for? Dozens of unanswered question splayed through out her mind. Her stomach squirmed and she tried to kick at him; a weak attempt.

The climate was growing colder and colder. The Ice Kingdom. I'll surely die here. She thought miserably. Bree cringed as he whispered in her ear. "Hello again, puppet." He had said. His nickname for her irritated her.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Bree hissed quietly, hiding her pain. No way she was going to relent to him by showing him her emotions. What does he want with me? She questioned herself, a bit dimly. He's the one who assaulted me! Bree realized her arms were locked together, but she didn't have enough heat left in her to melt it. She slowly opened her eyes and glared at him, her amythest eyes glowed strongly, piercing him with accusations.

[angel]

Sci set her frail body on a patch of grass and brushed the snow away so as to warm her quicker. "Now don't hold me to this, I'm only healing you so I can tear you up again," he assured her gruffly, sharpening his sword on a stone. "So I guess I just told you what I wanted with you." He laughed and despite the rude tone, his laugh was lovely and had a hint of bells ringing behind it. "And I am Sci of the Ice Kingdom obviously." He brushed back a lock of hair from her pale face and couldn't help thinking she looked like an angel. He marveled at her face feeling the strangest and most sickening yet appealing mixture of love and hate.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

A growl rumbled in her throat and she clearly showed her disgust openly. But she lay still, her breathing shallow. Her eyelids fluttered a little delariously. Bree bit back a whimper. Sci. She acknowledged, keeping it in mind.

"But why?" She burst out, angry. Her eyes blazed, staring into his. Hate came off in waves from her. Bree cringed away from his hand, brushing back her hair. She lay silent, feeling awkward of laying there on the ground in front of him. She shook her head to have her lock of hair falling back where it had been.

She noted his laugh was beauitful, and even stranger yet, he himself was. But that didn't make up for anything. He was still a probable killer, bloodthirsty to kill her. Bree let a light sigh fall from her full lips. She could almost still feel his saliva on her tongue. Gross.

[angel]

"I'm going to let you go," he told her,"I trust you not to move from the position you're in alright? Or I will bind you again." He brushed the ice off her scorching skin and laughed again, feeling the two different emotions overwhelm him. "I want to kill you because unfortunately for you, I hold a grudge against the Fire Shadow Kingdom because they...why am I telling you this?" He sighed to himself and backed away from her. He felt a strange urge to let her live followed by the powerful influence of hate. He raised his sword and pressed the cold metal edge to her neck. Beads of blood began to form like drops of rain across her skin and he watched it greedily. He had never classified himself as a killer so when did he become one? "Any last words?" He asked, infuriated with his changing feelingd. Bree was like a virus and she rubbed off on everyone apparently.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

No one told her what to do! With difficulty, she supressed a laugh. He is going to kill me, is he, after he said he'd let me go? Well, hello Mr. Bipolar. Her thoughts were amused, but her heart thumped wildly. Her wounded head throbbed, but she ignored it. "Yes." She said for her 'final words'. "I hardly doubt you'll kill me." Wasn't that a glint of hesitation in his eyes earlier? With lightning fast movements, she ducked away from his sword and rolled away, ending up behind him. The sudden burst of energy gave her heat and adrenaline. She held out her hand and fire built up on her palm. She was careful not to hold it there very long. She let it go and it hit Sci in the chest. But it was hardly damaging. While he was stunned, Bree was considering to run away. But the edges of her vision started getting fuzzy, and her head pounded, the cut on her neck also stung. Crud. Was her last thought before she collapsed on the ground, uncouscience, in the hands of an enemy once more.

[angel]

Sci bit on his lower lip as the scorching flames came in contact with his ice cold skin. The sudden rise in his blood temperature was drastic considering he had never been near fire before entering this kingdom and the change was noticable. His body shook violently as the heat collided with his chest and the two opposites raged a war inside his skin, burning him to the core it seemed. The pain didn't last long but it was enough to keep him petrified until Bree fled his prescence. He stumbled after her and soon regained the cold that he had possessed before. Sci barely avoided tripping over Bree's fragile body and he picked her up in an attempt to wake her. Something like a metal cord felt as if it were attatched behind his tongue and was pulling his body away. In frustration, he buried a small knife into her leg and watched the blood flow but he dared not go any further.

The scent of her blood was warm and almost spicy so he wrapped the wound in a sturdy clean clothe and decided that when he killed her, he couldn't watch because the blood would sicken him. "Bummer I was hoping to actually see her thrashing on the ground and this will take away the fun. Although I could still hear her screams from the other side of the woods so that's a bonus." He talked to himself, stopping to listen to what he was saying. The cracks in his voice dissapointed him, he knew this was not what he wanted to do and all this time he was really proving to his father he wasn't weak. "But my father was weak, this is how he met my mother..." Sci pondered and then looked down at Bree in disgust.

"That's it I'm not ever getting married!" He declared, this new perspective on his parents and Bree was screwing his common sense up and his life. He knocked the next flashback away in horror and tried to distract himself so as to keep away any others. He ran a cool, slender finger down Bree's arm trying to wake her again. One hand gripped the handle of his dark blade. Should he just leave her here to die?

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

Ah. It is nice here. Flowing trees whispered in the wind, and from the same cool wind, it created ripples across the glassy water. The delicate grass blades felt like a feathery bed beneath her feet. A warm sun shined over head. She danced in circles across the beautiful clearing. But out of nowhere, a dark, seizing cloud swept across this... Paradise. But dreamland, Paradise, whatever this place was, it was no longer what it had been before. Then there was pain, and complete darkness.

The only thing she remembered was hitting the freezing cold, hard ground. And she was in the dreamland. But where now? Shadows pressed in at all sides, its ugly face glaring down at her. Behind the pain and darkness, there was something else. Cold. Chills. It suddenly felt as if water had been splashed on her face. She was in reality once more.

It was as if she didn't need any air to scream, she just screamed. It was as if a razor sharp knife was embedded in her leg. Bree managed to see that it was. Her screams rippled in the air, cutting through the wind. Soon, her screams died but she groaned in pain. The worst thing was she couldn't move. Her muscles clenched and unclenched, trying to just make it stop. "Make it stop make it stop make it stop," She whispered again and again, over and over. Her beautiful eyes finally opened wide to see Sci. She fell away from him. "Get away from me!" She screamed. Her throat was beginning to hurt too. Bree stretched her hand out on her leg, feeling around. She could feel the knife, but she didn't dare pull on it.

Her sides heaved and she lay as still as she could in the cold. The tears didn't come. Good. Her face hardened and a moan escaped her throat once more. Why me? Bree's frail body trembled visibly.

[angel]

Sci's first instinct was to laugh at a Fire Shadow death, the way his father had taught him but he couldn't watch her shake like a fish out of water below him. He suddenly realized why he was doing all this, why Bree had reminded him. His mother. Sci felt his heart crying on the inside and he gathered Bree in his arms. "You must think I'm some sort of insane, demented guy. Raping you, kidnapping you, stabbing you, and now wanting to save your life. Well maybe I am but I finally see where all this came from and I'm going to fix it."

He huffed out a huge breath and laughed at himself for going on such a rampage that would probably come back to haunt him. "Everyone has a mid-life crisis though." He thought before yanking the rag from her leg and holding his nose. He used his ice to numb her and then flinched in worried anticipation before slowly pulling the knife out. He made sure not to touch anything that would hurt her more. Finallly the knife was out and he tore his shirt away, wrapping aorund his mouth and nose for safety. It was official, he was insane and demented, but he was finding something efficient to do with it.

He cleaned the wound and looked for something to close it with. "We're going to the Ice Kingdom Bree," he told her,"Stay warm." He wrapped her in a wooly jacket that was tied around his waist. And carried her over his shoulders. There was no way he was friends with her and she had certainly seen the last of him, but he couldn't betray either of his parents so he had found a way to please both to some extent.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

It was difficult not to jerk or buck her leg when he pulled the knife out. But it was a slight relief. Her face paled even more at the sight of the slick, blood covered blade. Bree tilted her head back. Geez, I feel sorry for Sci's girlfriend, if he even has one. Her eyelids drooped over her eyes in exhaustion. "Thank you." She murmured. Her heart skipped a beat. Was she crazy? No... he was going to save her life after all. About twice. She would of bled to death on the staircase and same with the kinfe wound. "But gosh, you are crazy." Bree tried her best to put her humor in her voice. Hopefully it worked. She was to tired to detect anything right now. She opened her amythest orbs wider. "Why do you want revenge on the Fire Shadow Kingdom?" Bree whispered softly.

[angel]

Sci blinked at her in disbelief but nodded. "I guess I owe you this one." His running ceased and the cold wind left his hair wind blown. His dark amber eyes softened and he began the story at a low whisper. "Well when my parents married, they were so in love they didn't mind their differences in kingdoms. My mother was from Fire Shadow, and my father from Ice. When I was born, however, my mother was horrified that she had given Ice Kingdom the advantage with a new young warrior so she tried to get a divorce and take me to Fire Shadow but my father put up a fight, he loved her so much. Eventually she left both of us when I was just a month old and I still needed her milk. She took all our money and my father became poor. He was forced to take me to a foster home where I lived until age 3 when I was told my father had died. My mother still lives somewhere though. And I've been trying to avenge him ever since, everyone in Fire Shadow is as evil as her to me." He bit back tears and smiled at Bree, snow getting caught in her black/blue hair. He had a strange urge to lick it out of her hair and he began biting back throw up insead. "Sick," he muttered to himself,"I better get you to a medicine woman and get you away from me." He was as thin and agile as a young girl apprentice but he had muscles as well, rippling under his skin. This made his travel short or shorter then expected. "All the better for both of us," he thought.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

Although she was tired, she listened to his story intently. She had to admit his voice was beautiful. It lulled her. When he had finished, she was quiet. Bree's thoughts wondered aimlessly. It still doesn't answer the question; why me? She heard him mutter 'sick'. Sick to his story? Or... me? Bree wasn't hurt though. What affect did he have on her? She bit her lip.

Soon, her lids drooped once more, and she fell into a gentle slumber to the steady beat of Sci's footsteps. For once, she was grateful to be in his arms... for now. The worried lines in her face softened. She looked like a peaceful angel.
In her dreams, she couldn't help but wonder why he had kidnapped her, only to take her to the Ice Kingdom and leave her. At least, that's what she thought he'd do -- leave her.

[angel]

Sci stopped with a heavy pant at the medical hut and leaned against the door. "Hello?" An old woman with tan wrinkled skin answered the door, a friendly and worn look on her face. Sci handed her Bree with a thankful smile and she nodded. "Master Sci, I shall care for her efficiently." She curtsied and shrank back into the dark shadow of the living room.

Spices were burning and sweet, almost overwhelming aromas drifted to Sci as he dropped to his knees beside the hut and waited. "I must make sure she's alright before I get someone to return her to her family," he scolded himself, convincing himself to sit. He sent snow balls rolling around the grass in races, the smaller ones always won so it wasn't the least bit entertaining. The medical hut was the only warm place in all the kingdom.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

The first thing she saw was a bright light above her head. She squinted her eyes and held and weak hand up, blocking the light. After she had adjust she with drew her hand and looked around in confusion. "Where am I?" She questioned herself. Bree realized it was comfortably warm. She stretched and felt her head. A bandage was in place there. She moved her hand to her leg. A similiar bandage was wrapped around. She looked at the cuboards on the wall; filled with medicine. She was in a medical center.

Where is Sci? Her thoughts protruded. He probably left. Just then a woman entered the room. She leapt back, banging her back against the metal bed. She hissed with defiance. "Who are you?" Her eyes narrowed but she staggered. The sudden movements caused blood to seep from her wounds. She grimanced.

[angel]

"Hush youngling, I'm Esme and I was given you by a young man named Sci. You've been severely wounded but I'm gifted with medicine although I believe Sci is still outside if you wish to speak to him. You're a lucky girl, Sci must really care for you." She patted Bree's good leg, a knowing twinkle in her eye, and waddled away to get more medicine. Sci dozed in the freezing air as his mind wondered from face to face, his father, his mother, Esme, Bree...

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

As Esme left, Bree stood after her confusedly. Yeah, right. Sci doesn't care for me. She shook her head and regained her balance to walk outside. She peeked from behind the door. "Sci...?" She beckoned him to come inside. She couldn't go outside.

Bree frowned at him, leaning against the wall slightly to take weight off her bad leg. "I thought you would of left." Her beautiful amythest eyes pierced him with accusations. Why did he bring me here? Why didn't he leave? Why, why why. Why me? She hugged her sides, but brushed a lock of her dark hair out of her face.

[angel]

The heat from Bree merely waving her hand alerted Sci and his eyelids fluttered open to see her beckoning to him. "What the-" Putting his hands in his pockets he opened the door and trudged in feeling light headed because of the mass of perfumes. His coffee brown eyes were back to their original color and he stared intently at Bree with large pupils due to the lack of light. "Well I would have left but obviously I can't send you back where you came from looking like this, there's bound to be some suspicion there."

He sighed and blew some blonde hair from his face, Esme looked on from the shadows with a wrinkled smile. "I guess you'll have to stay at my house then for a little while until you recover. Will anyone miss you in that time or do I have to put a note on your door saying you went traveling and will be back in a few days time?" Esme wobbled over to Sci's side and stuck a bottle of what looked like wine into his pocket. "Don't worry dearie master Sci will keep you safe." Sci turned to Bree and made a face that cleary opposed what the old lady had said but Esme took no notice. He supposed he had to take care of her responsibly to make up for what he had done and get her healed in time, but he had no intention of taking good care of her.

Bree's expression was almost comical in a way that she was clearly confused, repulsed, and suprised at the same time. Sci almost laughed but wanted to get out of the hut quickly so he bowed and thanked Esme and swiftly picked Bree up in his sturdy arms. His muscles strained against her weight a second time as he attempted to sheild her from veiw on the way to his house. He would answer all the questions she had when he got there; at least all the ones he could answer without making himself cry with memories or get kicked inbetween the legs by Bree again.

[.W.h.i.s.p.e.r.]

His house...? Oh great, who knows what danger awaits there? Her eyes averted from his in a scornful way. "No, you don't need to leave a note." Bree murmured, her eyes flashing with the family of her past and her voice for once didn't have venom in it. I shouldn't tell him about my family.
She eyed the wine. "What's that for?" She asked Esme with a slight glare in her always-amythest eyes. But Sci had already swept her off her feet and walked into the cold. Instinctively, she buried her head into his chest, shying from the cold. As soon as she was comfortable, she flinched away. What the crap was that?

Her orbs swept over the house that appeared through the snow. She marveled at it and longed for warmth. If there was warmth. A shiver rose goosebumps through out her limbs.

Though he may be insane and crazy, he was kind enough to take care of her, at least. But he's the one who stabbed me! So why heal me? There was those why's again. Why everything.

[angel]

Sci's mansion was plain against the plain white snow. It was made with glossy wood, silver plated windows, and thin silky curtains. He looked down and smiled at Bree. "I'm richer then you," he said smugly but there was no emotion in the comment but a hint of sadness over how he earned the money. When they reached the door Sci immediately set her down and ushered her into the guest room upstairs.

"Everywhere else in the house is coated in ice," he explained as he motioned to the pile of blankets in the far corner. "Make yourself at home and then let me know if I should run back to your house and get something for you." He shrugged awkwardly and shuffled out the door, muttering to himself.

Then after a few minutes of deep thought, his fingers clenched together and with a deep breath he entered the room a second time. "You know, there's plenty of time for you to get settled. I suppose you have question or retorts of some sort so I'll endure those now." He braced himself without moving, his face pale and beautiful like a statue. One hand reached into his pocket and patted the bottle. He'd distract her before giving her this, she was obviously stressed when she first saw it.