Note: Jayk is an outlaw, Drayan is his brother. They're bandits who 'kidnapped' a girl. It is from her POV that this is written. It's just a small scene that I had an idea for.
Jayk was standing over me, getting more frustrated by the moment. I was sitting behind a small table, watching him carefully, stubbornly refusing to cooperate with his plans. He sighed, rubbing his forehead, before stating firmly. "You're going back."
We'd been arguing for well over three quarters of an hour already. "I'm not."
"You are."
"Not."
"The devil take you!" Jayk slammed his fist down on the table, glaring at me. "You're going back, and that's final."
"I won't." I crossed my arms, leaning further into my seat, glaring back into his eyes. "And you can't make me."
"You wanna bet on that?" He lifted his eyebrows.
I felt a pang of fear run through me. No. I don't want to bet. And I don't want to fight with you...but I'm not getting back into that carriage with Father. I glanced away from his eyes, to gather my courage."I would, but you've already stolen all of my gold."
He growled in frustration, jerking his fingers through his hair, storming a few steps away from me before turning and stalking back toward me. He paced angrily for a long moment, his agitation seeming to build with each step, until Drayan stepped forward cautiously. Jayk's eyes locked on his face a moment, before he waved in my direction, refusing to even glance at me. "Drayan. You talk to her."
Drayan glanced over Jayk's shoulder at me, before looking back to his face. "Calm--"
"No. Don't. Just talk to her." Jayk cut him off briskly. "I can't handle her anymore...the foolhardy ...bullheaded...insufferable...little..."
"Don't forget satirical." I added, as I stood up and stepped around the table.
"Satirical?" Jayk snapped, whirling around to glare at me. "Try abrasive. Rude. Caustic...acerbic."
"Loveable?" I offered.
"Talk to her!" Jayk ordered, pointing at me angrily, refusing to look at me again. "Or the gods help me, I will..."
I was starting to wonder how far I'd be able to push it, before he completely snapped on me. I probably shouldn't push it much further... I couldn't stop myself. "You will...?"
"Take a deep breath, and let me handle this." Drayan said quickly, as he briskly stepped between Jayk and I. Jayk crossed his arms and turned his back on us. I crossed my arms too, and leaned against the table as Drayan approached me. He stopped just in front of me, and stared at me a long moment, before sighing. "Why can't you just be nice?"
"I was being nice." I retorted.
"Was...but now?"
"Now he is trying to kick me out." I jerked my head at Jayk resentfully, sticking my chin out slightly, pouting.
"He's trying to reunite you with your Pap."
"Maybe I don't want to be reunited with him."
"Maybe you don't have a choice." Jayk interrupted, turning to glare at me.
"We'll see." I answered challengingly.
He grit his teeth, glaring at me.
"Children." Drayan said warningly, glancing between us.
"She's the one being a child." Jayk said resentfully.
"You're a child." I snapped.
"Stop." Drayan commanded, in a voice that finally made me shut up. He hesitated a long moment, glancing between Jayk and I, before sighing and continuing. "Good...now...let's try to figure out a peaceable way to work this out."
"That's easy. Just let me go back with you all. You're going to Algnes anyway."
"It's not safe." Jayk argued.
"Because it is so much safer for me in the carriage."
"As a matter of fact..."
"Oh, you're right. I see your point. I'd never get kidnapped if I were in my carriage." I answered sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
"If you'd have just stayed in your carriage, and not tried to play hero..." Jayk turned back toward me, glaring as he walked toward me.
"If you'd have just left my party alone, and let us go on our merry way..." I took a step toward him, unwilling to back down.
"If your father would've just handed over the gold--"
"If you hadn't threatened to kidnap me--"
"Then you never would've--"
"Been here in the first bloody place!" I shouted at him, as he tried his best to loom over me. He was far too close for my comfort. I felt my heart racing. We fell silent a long moment, both of us breathing heavily, as we glared at each other. I felt like I should back down; like I should apologize, before he lost control of himself and ran a sword through my middle.
"I intend to rectify that fact." He said icily. "And return you to that godsforsaken carriage."
"It's too late for that."
"Nope." He grabbed my elbow. "It's not too late."
"It is." I struggled to regain a minimal sense of dignity, as he half-dragged half-pushed me toward the edge of the clearing. "You can't take me back there."
"Watch me."
"If you do...then your reputation is ruined."
He was ignoring me.
"I can guarantee you that."
"That doesn't scare me." He said gruffly, as he grabbed a lantern from a nearby table and continued forcing my toward my Father's encampment.
"It should." I threatened. "I have a lot of contacts. I can rip your reputation to shreds."
"I'm sure I've had worse said of me."
"Most certainly. I'd simply tell everyone that I know how sweet and caring you are...and how you returned me to my father, without even getting a ransom."
He stopped short, and turned on me. "What?"
"You heard me." I jerked my arm free, taking a step backward so that I could glare at him better. "I would tell everyone how sweet you and your men are, and your facade of being a fearsome bandit will be gone."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
He glared at me a long moment, gaping slightly, before growling in frustration and storming away from me. "Fine! Do whatever you please."
I will.
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