I
wake up on the couch slightly confused at first, then I remember why
I'm not in my bed. The injured banished is draped out on my coffee
table. Yesterday morning I pulled out the bullet and bandaged his
shoulder. I think I did a rubbish job- I probably broke more skin
than I fixed- but he's still breathing. I watch his chest going up
and down, up and down and I begin to question why I'm treating him
like an animal. Surely he'd be more comfortable in my parent's old
bedroom, rather than on a table.
I'm
broken on my thoughts when there's a loud banging on my front door.
"Hunters! Open up for a minute!"
Crap.
They know he's here and they've come to kill the both of us. The guy
for being a banished, and me for helping him. "I'm not dressed!"
I shout the first excuse which comes to mind.
The
hunter bangs on the door again, "I want to go have breakfast!
Just put a housecoat on and come to the door!" I'd like to slap
that impatient swine.
I
put a housecoat on like he said, just to hide the fact that I
actually am dressed. I then quickly pull the living room door shut to
hide the banished (if there's really any point in hiding him) and run
down to the front door.
I
open the door and the hunter is standing there, grinning. "You
look like you're in a hurry," he says to me. I'm
in
a hurry?
"You
look like you'd rather be in town eating." I lean against the
door frame slightly to take away any suggestion that he can come in.
"Why are you here?"
The
hunter folds his arms and all traces of a smile disappear. "We
shot a banished in your backyard yesterday. I've come to collect the
body."
So
he doesn't know I saved him? I relax a bit and raise my eyebrows, "I
didn't see anyone, you must have missed."
"Missed?"
He almost spits in my face, "I don't miss."
"Well
there's no one in my garden, I'd know."
"Foxglove,"
he speaks sternly. "I know that no one visits you-" He
laughs slightly. "I know that no one ever
visits
you. But when we do, you don't have the right to put on such an
attitude."
I
force a smile, but I just look annoyed, "I'm very sorry. I
haven't seen a banished and I just want to get dressed."
"Alright,"
the hunter begins walking away. "Get dressed. The banished
must've crawled back into he forest."
I
watch him walk down the hill, just to make sure he actually does
leave.
From my front door I can see the whole town, the docks and the ocean.
Nothing interesting ever goes on, but I guess it's always a good idea
to keep an eye on people. You know, that old saying, keep your
enemies closer. Not to say that I keep them close, but I can always
see them if I have to.
I
slam the door shut when the hunter is out of my sight and let out a
sigh of relief. I walk past the numerous paintings of flowers
hammered onto the walls and enter the living room. I jump in fright
when I see that the banished is sitting up on the table, staring at
me.
He
smiles, "Thanks. I owe you one."
Is
it too late for me to grab a gun? "You're welcome." My
voice is tense and I eye him suspiciously.
He
obviously senses my uneasiness because he raises his hands in
surrender. "I'm not going to kill you, heck, I'm in no shape to
do that. I'm not going to rape you, cut you, shout at you or do
anything else that those barbarians might have warned you about."
I
can't help but feel angry at him. Here he is on my coffee table, his
shoulder shredded, and he's talking like he's in control over me?
"I'm not going to kill you, rape, cut or shout at you,"
I add quickly.
"I
know, you just saved my life." Even though we're metres away, he
slowly reaches out a hand to me, "Arthur."
I
walk towards him and shake it, "Foxglove."
"Like
the flower?" he asks. I nod. "Cool. You've got a lot in
common with it. Mainly your beauty."
"I
have a gun, don't flirt with me."
He
shakes his head, "I'm not flirting. I'm trying to be kind, like
you were to me." He uses his good arm to push himself off the
table so he's standing up. "Shall I give myself the grand tour,
or..."
Yep,
I'm still angry at him. This is my house and he's my guest. Actually,
he's my prisoner. There's still time for me to hand him over. "Just
sit. Don't leave this room. Do what I say. There's people out there
who would like to paint a picture with your blood."
Arthur
bows his head like a defeated puppy and says quietly, "I'm at
your mercy, boss."
I
leave him and walk up the stairs to my bedroom, though I've got my
hears open. If I hear him leave that living room I'll hand him
straight over. Actually, that won't work, they'll still kill me for
taking him in the first place. I'll have to kill him
and
dump his body in the forest.
My
bedroom still looks like a nursery. Seeing as my parents died when I
was a baby, they didn't exactly have time to make it suit a teenager.
I've created a bed that's comfortable enough with old packing crates
and a mattress. There's a beanbag in the corner which I use for
reading, and my old cot is used as a place to throw my clothes.
I
let my body fall down onto the beanbag and contemplate what's
happened. I'd never even seen a banished before, now there was one
just downstairs. I'd never had anyone knock on my door before, now
that had happened just minutes ago. My life was getting seriously
messed up all at once and it was thanks to that guy called Arthur.
My
head jerks towards the door as I hear a light banging coming from
below. That idiot is moving around! I slam my bedroom door shut and
race down the stairs.
He's
standing right at the bottom of them. Before I can begin swearing at
him he simply says, "Sorry, but I need to pee."
I
clench my left hand into a fist, rolling my eyes, and use my right
arm to point towards the back door. "Fine. Go outside, in the
forest. Don't even touch my plants."
"Those
barbarians might be in he forest."
He
calls us barbarians? I guess it makes sense; we have a name for them
so they have a name for us. "You better make sure they don't see
you then."
He
shrugs and makes his way outside. I stay standing on the stairs,
watching him leave. I'm half wishing that the hunters would
find
him, but I'm half wishing that he'd come back and keep me company.
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