Chadwick-Because he thinks I'm a super hero
“Charged with smuggling people through the gateway, I see.” Gordon flipped through a bulk of paper work. “What do you suggest we do? Jailtime? Service work?”
“It’s not a crime if the public doesn’t know about the gateway to begin with.” Gordon grinned to himself. “What about Etain? Does he know about it?” Victor looked off in to the distance. “Do not come in to this country with chaos herding behind you. Do you hear me?” he tossed his pen on the table “This is how everything begins and ends, with people like you doing whatever the hell they please.” Victor glared at him. “What exactly do you mean by people like me?” The light bulb over the two buzzed in between the lull. “Are you prejudiced against the men and women whom left all they’ve ever known behind just to get everyone’s shit together?” Gordon held one hand up. “Say no more,” he grabbed his pen. “You are under arrest for trespassing on private property.” He smiled. “Does that make you any feel better?” “Fuck you,” Gordon stood to his feet, straightening his coat. “And have a lovely wedding.” Victor spat. "Stop the car,” Chadwick slammed his foot on the breaks, eyes widening. Kellan was already wrangling the door handle like a madman. Chadwick’s fingers gripped the wheel tighter. Kellan stepped out of the passenger’s seat, then removed his coat. "What?" Malina called, opening her own door. Her shoes crunched in the white ground, slowly beginning to dampen. Kellan’s hand warded her to stay completely still. The snow abstracted the view at first. The dark rocks buried beneath made it difficult. But then she saw him. Moving slowly out of the forest, with a limp, a man, completely naked and shaking. The minute Chadwick stood out of the car, the stranger fell on all fours. It wasn’t like falling from exhaustion. Oh, no. It was both territorial and terrifyingly animalistic. Just as fast, Malina pulled a gun from the holster on her hip. Seconds later, Chadwick followed suit, daring to move closer. “Cool it with guns, eh?” Kellan shot. “Not-,” Malina was cut off, as a young figure appeared in the bushes. Her coiled hair was tangled with dead sticks and leaves. Kellan put his arm in front of Chadwick’s firearm to prevent her from seeing it. Malina then rested her weapon at her side. Kellan could make out deep bruises on her cheeks. Bruises that didn’t seem to be caused by nature. He wasn’t an expert, but he knew abuse when he saw it. Chadwick relieved his weapon as well. “A drifter, and he’s protecting her,” his voice was strong . “He’s not dangerous, but he won’t hesitate to try and kill us.” Kellan stared at the girl, “A drifter? Is that what they’re calling them?” Malina shrugged. “We get her back to one of the camps, and try to sedate him.” “He’s not going anywhere.” she argued, “He’s too infected. We get the girl and we leave.” Chadwick clicked his tongue, “Roger that,” “So, we’re just going to go with that?” Kellan exclaimed, as Chadwick sauntered over to the readily starved figure. “Well, I’m not sitting in the backseat with him,” Malina answered. Before opening her eyes, the chirping of harmonic birds sang in the room opposite his. A beautiful song lifted throughout halls and sprang from the windows, doubtfully to be heard near the front door.
His house wasn’t hidden like she’d imagined it would have been. There was a small town only a couple hundred yards away, so close you could hear the ringing of bikes filling the streets. Malina drew the covers closer to her. Her bobbed locks splayed on the pillow, the ends curling on her lips tickled her. She shut her eyes, the floorboards creaked, and then she opened them. The panels of the house anticipated his arrival creaking at almost every step. When he finally stood in the door frame with a steamy mug, and the morning newspaper at hand, she began settling further up in the bed. She could smell the hot drink so distinctly. Something of sweet honey and rich cinnamon. Like a pudding she used to eat as a child. “Here you are,” he waited for her to reach out to place the cup in her hands. Settling into a single seat, just across from the bed, Chadwick flipped the first page of the newspaper open. Her eyes settled on his posture. Her lips hovered the rim. Malina cleared her throat. “Morning,” “Morning,” he spoke, turning the next page uninterested. “If you're wondering why, I left to give you space,” he murmured after short a pause. “I wanted to clear that up.” “Why does it matter?’ she took a careful sip. Chadwick allowed the newspaper down far enough, just so that she could only see his eyes. “I didn’t want you to assume that I didn’t want anything to do with you afterwards.” “Because last night you gave me that impression?” she grinned into another sip. Chadwick scoffed and brought the paper back up to his face. “Now you’re going to tease me about it?” she laughed out loud this time. Almost spitting her tea everywhere. “You’re cute.” She spoke. “But I’m not fragile. I’m not going to break. You should’ve kissed me harder.” Chadwick rested the news on his lap. His grey eyes taking the dare. “We should have been quieter.” He sang a different tune. “Did we get a complaint?” she mused. The heat of the drink began to sting the palm of her hand, so she placed the mug in between the sheets. Chadwick smirked, glancing back down at the paper, his fingers scissoring the middle section. “Come here,” Malina said suddenly. She couldn’t hear the chirping anymore. She wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t want to, or they simply stopped. “I’m busy,” he sighed with a grin. “And you got a plane to catch.” Altogether while rolling her eyes, she stepped out of the bed to the floors moaning at her. Malina ignored it, and hopped to pull the his room door shut. During all this Chadwick kept his eyes on his paper. Something that she doubted he was reading by now. As she stood in front of him, Malina eased into a straddle on his lap facing him. “Fuck,” he mouthed while staring at the news. “What an interesting story?” Currently crushing the paper up against his chest. Malina's lips found his neck. For a moment he sat there like that, with her hands pulling to lift his shirt. He could fell her thighs tightening around him the longer he waited. “Again?” he asked in her ear, already bringing down the straps of her silk top. “Again,” she nodded, taking a short breath. |
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