15. Order

"You know what comes next, right?"

"N - n - no," I stuttered, leaning away from the male who leered at me. "Can y-you let m-m-me go?

"Give me the spell," he sneered rudely at me. "Give it to me or your family pays."

I laughed bitterly then, starting to back away from the mental image of the rabid man, eyes as wild as a broken horse's and clothes all askew and dishevelled. "You should've done your homework. I don't have a family, Lucas."

He recoiled, hissing menacingly. "How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot of things that I should not," I nodded wisely, letting a smug smile grace my face as I mocked him. "Or it could be because all your clothes are labelled. How old are you, again?"

"Shut up," he growled at me in frustration. "You're being an idiot. I'm trying to get something here."

"Yeah, you're trying to manipulate it from me," I sussed, snapping my fingers playfully. "I'm the one who's acting like a kid, sure."

He rolled his eyes, an expression of loathing and hate crossing his face. "Hand the magic over right now. I need it. You know I do."

"And how would that be so?" I asked innocently. "How would I know?"

"Well, Isabella, you know everything as per my sources confirm," he replied, smarmily but self assured. "And so can I assume that your earlier behaviour was just an act?"

I snorted at that, turning my back on him and walking away. "And you know it!"

"And so you won't give me your magic or spells at all?"

"No. Get lost. Leave me alone if you know what's good for you," my eyes flashed angrily, rage filling my entire being at the thought of him possessing my magic; my birth rights!

He snapped his fingers then, and I was surrounded by a range of men; hard, unforgiving expressions on their faces. Lucas had obviously found a group of men who didn't appreciate the good work that I accomplished for the community. "Get her."

And in that split-second, everything went mad. I turned, a quick decision that saved my head because an axe came swinging in my direction almost straight away. Taking another step forward, I ducked – avoiding another dagger that seemed to be horribly aimed for my face. Scowling, I turned – removing my darts discreetly from my pocket and jabbing them into each individual that tried to touch me. I jumped up, alarming another man behind me from swinging his bat under my feet in an attempt to destabilise my body weight.

“You won’t beat me,” I snickered easily. “I’ve been trained; your men haven’t. I’m not even using my magic yet.”

“Well, use it!” He urged me, his entire being looking lighter and enthused. “Use it now, Isabella.”

“So you can siphon it off me whilst I’m busy dealing with your henchmen?” I shot back, sweeping an elegant leg back to ward off another heavy man who danced around it like an elephant does to a mouse; tripping awkwardly and moaning in pain. “I’m not that much of an idiot.”

“You had me fooled,” he winked at me before I felt a horrible pain in the back of head. My eyes rolled up, and I crumpled immediately, but instinctively reaching out for my distress signal. A hand held mine in place, refusing me the access to my pocket. Struggling until I finally fell victim to the dark blackness at the corner of my eyes, I jabbed an elbow backwards as a last resort; hearing a satisfying groan as something heavy hit the floor like a potato sack.

I had lost; but every single second had been worth it. My league would be after me the moment they realised that I had been attacked and kidnapped, and now at least I had the chance to attempt the covert mission that I’d been begging for. With the information that I was to gain, I would topple the crimes in this battalion of ours and ensure that we were the side to win; although our numbers were severely diminished.
I just wish he hadn’t hit my head. That was going to ache like a bitch later.

Nothing special. Hope it's okay. We're going another day late; let's see if I can catch up. I have a plot - I JUST NEED TO WRITE IT!
Mega short, I know. I'm hoping to use one of these ideas for NaNoWriMo, if any of them are decent enough.
AND I PROMISE I WILL GET TO READING YOURS. Gosh, I'm such a bitch. Forgiveness?
Allons-y!