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Rolling over, I expect to fall on yet more blankets, pillows, maybe a stray piece of clothing. However I am greeted by the resistance of a body. Shocked, I open my eyes to see a large, blurry mess of red, and the tickling sensation of hair up my nose. “What the..”. My vision clearing, I see him; a lanky being, with fierce eyes, lying naked next to me. I back away. “Who the hell the are you?”
“Woah, woah, woah,” I grin, raising both my palms. “I’m Axel, you clearly don’t know me, and I would definitely remember someone like you. I’m just going to rub my jaw because it is in throbbing pain, don’t take this as a threat to you or any of your loved ones.” I slowly lift my hand to my jaw and rub where his fist made contact. “Clearly you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, you look absolutely stunning by the way, epitome of natural beauty. And although I am very sorry about this…incident, I’d appreciate if you removed the very large and very sharp sword from my neck. Perhaps we could talk about this over some coffee, maybe we’ll look back on this and laugh, it’d be a great story to tell the kids wouldn’t it? I can picture it now, everyone sitting around the fireplace asking how the two of us met. I’ll explain how, and suddenly I become the favourite father,” I reach back and scratch my neck. “We’ll start with step one though, yeah? Just…lower the sword.”
I blink in disbelief. What bullshit. “Lower my sword? You must be joking”. Grabbing the tip of the blade with my other hand, I pull back, bending it. I move the honed edge up from his neck to his face and release the tension, slapping him hard across the face. “You should probably find your clothing and get outta here before this could possibly get any worse for you, Axel” I mock. A thin line of blood appears across his left cheekbone, growing thicker with every second. I sit back on my bed, holding the blade idly between my legs. This guy, hes a mad man.
My eyes drop to the floor, watching a drop of blood hit the sheet below. I reach down and grab my pants, slipping them on before directing my eyes back to the boy in front of me. “Worse for me?” I chuckle, feeling the heat begin to course through my body, causing my hair to stand on end and a few flickers to spark at my palms. “That has got to be the funniest thing I’ve heard all day, I guess he really does have a sense of humor.” I feel the sudden heat burst out of my hands before I see it, and wrap my hand around a familiar black cross. The flames dissipate and leave behind a chakram, with my fingers curled tightly around it. “You wanna get worse? Let’s get worse.”