The Running Man: Chapter 13

Stuart's P.O.V.
I woke with a mighty great headache like the entire moon fell on my hea. . . oh wait, it did happen.

I had no idea how I got here, but I had a good idea when I saw him walk through the door, Spiky black hair and a traitorous personality, Drake Night. I was about to lunge myself at him but I was kind of chianed up in dark magic. I knew it should have been him, being the son of Erebus, darkness was his best mate.

"Let me go so I can rip your face off!"

He seemed unstunned by my remark, but I knew why seeing as I was stuck and he wasn't. Normally in these situation I would begin swearing in my common tounge, Russian, but that was centuries ago, I had lost it, I knew the words but I forgot how to say them.

"Your welcome if that means thanks" Drake answered.

I stared at him " 'thanks'? for what?"

"For making sure Nadine didn't finish you off when I was supposed to turn you in"

"Oooh did I break a rule, did I attack the monsters set to kill me? Did I help out a friend when he was getting crushed by the moon? Did I attack a traitor for targetting the weak!?"

"I didn't target anyone!" he bellowed "It missed by the way, and I was not going to hurt her, I was trying to help her!"

Right and I'm a dwarf I thought. "So what game are you even playing here Drake?"

"I was trying the best i could to save you you idiot."

"So if you were trying to 'help me' (without the finger movement because, you know) then why am I chained to this wall?"

"Because I knew you would lash out once you saw me. Now shut up and listen to what I am telling you . . ."