The Most Dangerous Game

[Perthmail]

Choked words failed to leave his mouth to further bitch about Scar as Nasira's tone turned sharp. Again he was creeping on the delicate edge of trouble. He clenched his jaw and crossed his arms, a defensive posture of sorts. He knew he wasn't wrong, Scar shouldn't have been an overseer if all he was going to do was laze around but that was not his decision. That was Maleficent's. A hand scrubbed down over his face before he moved to dig his nails into his forehead, frustration was quickly captivating him like a prisoner. He knew this would fall back on him one way or another.

The mere idea of Maleficent's reaction caused every little muscle underneath his skin to crawl. He hated this, he hated the fact he had even joined this army in the first place. His regrets were quickly climbing, and he started to wonder why he had joined in the first place.

With a hefty sigh he moved into the building to start the search for Thomas alongside Nasira and Mystic.

[Thomas]

Half an hour later...

Thomas staggered down a hall and dove behind a large pillar, trying to calm his hoarse breathing and listen for footsteps. He had escaped Scar, but he was not yet out of trouble. In fact, if anything, he just made things worse for himself. He could not remember why he chose to run. He had nowhere to even run to. He just saw an opportunity and took it, not once considering the consequences until it was too late to turn back.

The hall was still as Thomas morosely mulled over his future. He regretted joining the Blackblood Legion. These people - if one could even call them "people" - were psychopaths! What kind of leader starves her own people? Keeps slaves?! What was even the point of all of this?!

A tall shadow suddenly loomed over him, and Thomas knew instantly that the jig was up. He quickly got up and took a step back, holding both of his hands up as if he were confronting a mad dog.

"I can explain-!"

[Nasira]

Nasira drew back her arm and gave Thomas a hard slap across the face. The crack of palm on cheek was so loud that it echoed down the hall. Thomas fell back with a cry of shock. 

"I would think you'd know by now not to waste people's time, Thomas!" she admonished malevolently as the boy choked back a sob. She looked at him a moment and almost regretted hitting him. Almost. "What were you thinking, you fool?!" 

Thomas sniffled. Nasira found the sight disgusting. "He's all yours, Perthmail," she said grimly. Nasira was beginning to think that Thomas was just not cut out for this line of work. It was only a matter of time before he got himself demoted or worse. How tragic.

She glanced at Perthmail. The difference between him and Thomas was like night and day, but he had also fallen short. "I trust you won't make the same mistake twice."

Nasira left. A crow was perched on the windowsill, but no one seemed to notice.

The End