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Scars Ch. 3

I dodge another attack as Ollie swings his tail. I block it with my right hand. Ollie uses his strong leg and kicks me right in the chest, knocking the breath out of me.

I skid back as Ollie hops back and forth, a devilish grin on his face. "Come on mate, that can't be the best ya got," Ollie laughed.

I regained my breath. There was no way I could take on Ollie the way I am now. With or without a weapon, Ollie can be deadly when it comes to hand-to-hand combat.

I scan the parking lot; there are not many things I could use against him. I go for what is closest, a beer bottle. I slam it on the concrete and point the sharp edge at Ollie.

"Come at me," I threatened. Ollie grins in response. He reaches for something in his pocket and takes out a knife. Ollie and I charge at each other, swinging our weapons.

Ollie swings forward, nearly getting me in the stomach; I rebound and nick him on the shoulder with the sharp edge of the bottle. Ollie grits his teeth as he swings his leg.

I block it with my arm, as I slash forward again. Ollie dodges and jumps back. He throws the knife at me, I duck and run toward him. Ollie takes out more knifes and swing them toward me. I dodge most of them, but one gets lodged in my thigh.

I nearly trip, but I keep my balance and rush toward him. Ollie takes out two knives and rush toward me; my broken bottle against his knives.

---

Back at the house, Chris is sitting on the couch; Patrick is in the kitchen scanning the fridge. R.J and Eddie left a while ago. Patrick closes the fridge and walks over to Chris.

"Well, you're homeless buddy has been gone for what is it now an hour?" Patrick said.

"He has been gone for a long time now," Chris said, worried. "I hope nothing bad happened to him."

"He probably used the money you gave him to buy booze," Patrick said, sitting on the couch just as Chris stands up.

"I'm gonna go look for him," Chris said going to the door.

"When you get mugged and shot, can I have your stuff?" Patrick asked.

Chris ignored Patrick's comment and went to the door. As he is about to open it, he hears a knock at the door. "About fucking time," Patrick said.

Chris opens the door; his smile dissolves to horror when he sees me, badly bruised and a knife protruding from my thigh.

"Dude, what the fuck happened!?" Chris yelled.

"Take me...to the couch," I manage to say. I clutch at the knife in my thigh. I nearly passed out from the pain getting here. Chris puts my arm around his shoulder and takes me to the couch.

Patrick only stares as I lay on the couch. Blood drips of my leg onto the couch. Chris runs into the bathroom and comes back with a towel. He lifts my leg causing me to let out a painful yelp.

He lays my leg on the towel. "Patrick what are we going to do?" Chris asks, distraught.

"I don't know man," Patrick says, wiping his forehead. "Who the fuck did this to you?"

"I'll tell you...later," I grit my teeth. "Chris, I'm going to need you to take the knife out of my leg."

"WHAT!?" Chris yelled. "Dude you need to go to a hospital I can't do..."

"You have to!" I stop him. "No...hospital."

"Lucan," Chris says. "You'll bleed out if I do that."

"Do you have...a medicine kit somewhere?" I ask.

"Yeah," Chris said. "But I don't think it'll help with this situation."

"It will...have to," I said, I give out another yelp as blood drips out of wound.

Chris runs to his bathroom again, opening and closing many cabinets. He runs back with a kit with a red plus sign on it.

"Open it," I said. Chris opens the kit, inside are a bundle of Band-Aids, sterile gauzes, and adhesive tape. "Now Patrick....I'm gonna need you to take the knife out."

"Fuck no man," Patrick said. "I am no fucking doctor."

"I don't need a doctor I need to get this knife out of my leg!" I yelled.

"What do you want me to do?" Chris asks.

"I need you to take a sterile gauze and when Patrick takes the knife out, I need you to press on the wound, HARD," I said.

"That won't stop the bleeding," Patrick said.

"That's where the adhesive tape comes in," I said. "After pressing on the wound for a long time, use the adhesive tape to wrap the gauze around my leg."

"Are you sure about this?" Chris asked.

"Yes," I said. Patrick sighs as he walks over to my leg. He grasps the hilt of the knife. I grit my teeth as Chris takes out the gauze.

"On the count of three okay," Patrick said. "One.....two.....THREE."

I give out a horrid yelp as Chris puts the gauze on my leg. Blood goes everywhere as Patrick holds me down trying to stop my body from moving.

Chris has a hard time keeping the gauze on the wound. I grip the blood stained towel. After an entire hour passes, Chris uses one hand to grab the adhesive tape.

I'm unconscious at this point. Chris raps the adhesive tape around the gauze.

"That should stop the bleeding," Chris said.

"Who do you think did this to him?" Patrick asked.

"We'll ask him when he wakes up," Chris said.

"I better go," Patrick said. "Call me when he wakes up."

"Sure thing," Chris said as Patrick leaves. Chris goes over and sits in the chair facing the couch. "Who the hell are you?"

---

Ollie is lying on the ground, a large gash on his head. He slowly opens his eyes and lets out a long sigh.

"You really are a big pain in my arse," Ollie said standing up. Ollie recalls what just transpired just moments ago, how Lucan was able to dodge all of his attacks and how he was able to get close enough to punch Ollie, giving him the gash on his forehead.

Ollie laughs as he puts his hand on his forehead and walk away. "Ah the young ones are always the most ferocious," Ollie laughs. "Ol' Conway is gonna give me the lip for not getting ya."

---

I wake up, my breathing erratic. I try to get up, but a stinging pain in my leg forces me in place. The entire room is pitch black, it must be night time and Chris has gone to bed.

That sudden attack by Ollie worries me, will it happen again. Is that group of mercenaries I once called family out to kill me now. I should expect it; Tonya has told me numerous times how harsh the rules are and how deadly the consequences are for breaking them.

"I wonder who they'll send next." I ask out loud.

"I wonder that as well," said a voice. My eyes widen as the lamp next to the chair turns on, Chris is sitting there, an angry yet concerned look on his face.

"Chris I...," I stuttered. "I can explain?"

"I'd really appreciate that," Chris said.

"I was...once part of a group," I said.

"A gang," Chris said.

"Not technically," I said. "We aren't like that...I'm not like that."

"Then what are you?" Chris asked impatiently.

"I was once part of a mercenary group that...," I looked away from Chris. "That kills for money."

"Jesus Christ!" Chris gasps. "You fucking murder people!"

"I used to murder people," I said. "I broke a law and was banished from the group."

"And now they're out to kill you," Chris said, angrily.

"Yes, and I don't know why," I said, gripping my leg as the pain returns. "I just had a run in with an old friend of mine."

"You left this bit of information out when I let you stay in my house," Chris started to get really angry.

"I know and I'm sorry," I said. "I've tried to run away from my past for a long time, I never thought they were out to get me. If you want me to leave, then I will."

Chris said nothing; he just sat in his chair. I tried to stand; I got to my feet and limped to the front door. "I never intended for anyone to get involved in this."

Again, Chris just sat there in silence. I opened the door and walked out into the hall, closing the door behind me.

Chris rubbed his brow in frustration. "Oh what am I fucking getting myself into," Chris said standing up and running to the door, opening it and running out to the hall.

I'm still limping toward the elevator when I here Chris calling my name. "Lucan!" I hear.

I turn around. "What is it?" I ask.

"I don't know what's going on completely, and really, I don't know why I'm getting myself involved," Chris said, sympathy in his voice.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

Chris gives out a sigh, and then looks at me. "You don't have to leave," Chris said. "You can stay."

"Are you serious?" I asked, dumbfounded, my tail starting to wag back and forth.

"BUT ON ONE CONDITION!" Chris said. "You promise me that I will not die from stupidly taking you in."

"I promise!" I said. The pain in my leg returns and I wince.

"Here, I think you should come back inside," Chris said putting my arm over his. "You're going to need a lot of couch"

"Thank you," I said.

"You know," Chris continued. "You probably wouldn't get very far. That elevator has been broken for a long time and we're on the 4thfloor of the apartment."

"So when you first brought me to here," I said. "You had to carry me up 4 flights of stairs?"

"That's basically the jist of it," Chris said.

I stayed quiet for the remainder of our walk back to Chris's place. Once we got back I quickly sat back on the couch. I put my head down and looked at the ceiling for a minute, then turned to see Chris looked through the fridge.

"You never did get those waters," Chris said.

"Sorry," I replied back.

"Oh don't worry," Chris said closing the fridge. "I'll get some tomorrow."

Chris began walking to his room. "Chris," I called over. Chris stopped and turned around.

"Yeah," Chris said. "What is it?"

"You're a good person," I said.

"Thanks, I guess," Chris said. "Night."

"Night," I said back.

---

Tonya is walking through the halls, a worried look on her face. She all of a sudden sees Ollie walking toward her, clinging to his bleeding forehead.

"Ollie," Tonya said with astonishment. "What happened?"

"Your little cub is what happened," he said, a smile across his face. "He has a lot of fight in him, the little bugga."

"So he's still out there?" Tonya asked.

"Yep," Ollie said. "O'l Conway is where I'm headed."

"Good luck with him," Tonya said.

Ollie passes Tonya but stops walking. "You trained him well Tonya," Ollie says. "He reminds me of you back when you was his age."

With that, Ollie continues walking, leaving Tonya both shocked and smiling. Tonya suddenly sees Drake standing in the middle of the hall. An ominous feeling comes over Tonya, but she keeps her composure.

"You know he will not stop until Lucan is either brought to him or killed," Drake said. "Ollie is just the start to the killers Conway will send to Lucan."

"Then help me," Tonya said. "You of all people should be on my side; Lucan's your brother for heaven's sake."

"You taught both me and Lucan how to survive," Drake said. "One of the things I've learned to survive is to follow the rules."

"So you're just going to allow your own little brother to be killed!" Tonya yelled. "What the hell has Conway turned you into!?"

Drake doesn't answer, he only turns around and walks away. "Walking away is not the answer I'm looking for!" Tonya walks over to Drake all the way to the exit. Drake walks out, Tonya quickly behind him.

Drake takes out a blade and points it at Tonya. Tonya stops, the blade inches from her chest. "You won't kill me," Tonya said. "That would be breaking one of your precious rules."

Drake retracts his blade and returns it to his scabbard. "I understand you worry about Lucan's wellbeing, you think of him as a son," Drake said.

"I think of both of you as my sons," Tonya says. "I've cared for you both since the day you came here."

"Well it's time you stop worrying about Lucan," Drake said, walking away. "Like Ollie said, you've taught him well, he can take care of himself."

"I hope you're right," Tonya said as she goes back into the building.