“Depends what you value.”
I felt myself get close to tears I was so angry, (that’s what John had said to me) I felt my hand fly towards his smug face before he caught it and gripped it tight, giving my arm a tug, pulling me closer. “Not planning on getting slapped today Friday.” He said it in a way that sounded vaguely like a threat.
I tried to pull away wishing I could smoosh his face with the power of my mind (oh wait that’s his power. Bugger.) but he kept a firm hold of my arm, smiling, “I would also point out that you have yet to thank me for so graciously saving your pathetic little life.”
Why is it he can’t get out a sentence without insulting me???
This was the thought I was pondering, as I stood there speechless, not knowing how to react. Which is when he decided to do something that would render me even more dumbfounded (if possible) not to mention confused, alarmed, disturbed… pick a verb I probably felt that way… at least a little.
What did he do?
…
That’s not important right now.
I think we should skip ahead.
Immediately after he had (blank) I was staring up at him just completely unable to form words or thoughts and he spoke carefully, still very close to me, “The last thing you remember is a stinging sensation.”
I looked at him confused and opened my mouth to ask… to ask something; anything but I didn’t get a chance because in a way he was right.
The last thing I remember is a stinging sensation and then everything went dark.
I didn’t wake up again until Saturday afternoon. (5 hour debriefing made me miss my Birthday Bash… Booooooo!) and I told everyone…
I told them exactly what I had been instructed to tell them.
What???
You think I’m going to explain how I was saved by one of the people we are trying to hunt down, maybe I should also mention that I helped him escape and caused his memory to come back too.
Yep I think that’s a good plan, it’s not like they’d throw me in prison or anything…
Bugger.
