Chương 7: Kidnapped, or Rescued?
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Alexander was having such a strange dream...
Up until quite abruptly woke up to some noises that he judged were made by a horse kicking around. He could recognize horses sounds anywhere.
Anyway, this dream he was having, it was something he could only describe as being cornered in an empty room... by something he didn't see, smell or hear... Like a mystical presence of sorts... that only... watched him...
Honestly, Alexander didn't really know what to think of this... but he was sure that the dream had definitely something to do with everything. Him coming to this world he still didn't know anything about... The demonic wolf that appeared right before he was about to thank the Gods... And now... this...
He was standing next to a cot, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the sight of what was around him...
It was what he could only describe as the kind of place he would take POW's to 'extract information'...
But the thing that caught his eye the most? That was the bulwark of an old man, sitting directly across the 'room' if he could call it that...
The man was exuding an unmistakably high amount of killing intent... much to the confusion of Alexander...
The last thing he remembers is treating his wounds, almost dying, and then feeling as if his body was a puppet and all of the strings keeping it standing, were suddenly cut... And now, here he was, in this... swinery.
This could only mean one of two things: He either was kidnapped, or he was rescued. And judging by the face that muscled old man was making, coupled with the aura of a man who has undeniably taken lives and probably even seen war at some point... Alexander was betting his chips on the former possibility, rather than the latter...
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"So, you woke up..." It became evident, that he was trying to keep all that violent aura repressed, gave up halfway into the sentence, and just thought 'f*ck it'...
But to Alexander, no matter how badly injured, that kind of intimidation tactics only managed to get a wry smirk out of him.
"Heh... What do you want with me?"
"You're like me, no-nonsense huh? Good... I'll go right ahead, and tell you what I want..."
The mood inside the hovel was so dense that you could lit a match and something would probably explode. Alexander had entered Battle Mode.
He was readying to launch an attack on this man's neck. He would immobilize him and then start asking questions... He had measured every inch of the room and had realized ever since he woke up that the man was unarmed... Sl he either was a hand-to-hand expert or just very stupid...
Just as Alexander's beaten up muscles were contracting around his arms and legs, preparing themselves to suffer more of the pain that was to come from over-exhaustion and injury...
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"HEEEY!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! You're finally awake!! How are you feeling?! Are you in too much pain?!"
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And now the mood was awkward as hell... One could even see a couple of sweat drops on the top of both men's foreheads...
'Who the hell is this loud woman?' - Thought Alexander.
"I don't seem to be able to grasp the situation... Who are you people, and what do you want with me?"
"DON'T tell me you were rude with him -the moment- he woke up at last!!!"
The woman was scolding the overbearing man with the kind of attitude one could expect of a boss talking down on a newbie employee after he messed up.
"I didn't do nothing and besides, he's the stranger, not me!!!"
"I'm sure that we can sort this misunderstanding as soon as everyone stops yelling..."
Said Alexander as he was thinking about his alternatives... Was this really a time where he would just play along with these people...? After the amount of killing intent that man was giving him? But still, he didn't want to start killing people as soon as someone bothered him in the slightest... And he did feel MUCH better now...
So perhaps it was all a misunderstanding and they had helped him recover...?
"Ok, sorry that my uncle here is such a rude person, and that he has a thing for starting fights out of nowhere, but please, let's do it all over again, shall we? For starters, let's begin with our names... I am Jennifer, but you can call me Jennie... everyone does. And this... is my uncle Louis, but everyone calls him Lou.
You must be confused so I'll tell you what happened... We found you when you were being taken by the river... I took you out of the water... And then looked at your injuries... We assumed that it was the work of a cursed beast, so we quickly got back here, laid you down on that cot, and treated you with a healing potion..."
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Jennie was looking apologetically towards Alexander, and he understood perfectly that something was odd about them both. He didn't want to think too hard about now though.
"Well... a lot happened then... I'm pleased to make your acquaintance Jennifer, Louis (what strange names...) and thank you for taking care of me. My name is Alexander of--"
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Bringing his left hand (the right side of his body still hurt like hell...) to the back of his head, he stopped in his tracks as soon as he was about to reveal his identity... His -true- identity...
If this was another world... Macedon didn't exist as far as he knew -which was almost nothing- and those words about a healing potion... stayed with Alexander... He would evaluate the existence of magic in this world at a later time, although it explained in his mind how such a creature as the one that he slew could exist...
Indeed many things magical were known to Alexander, who valued knowledge more than anything...
Now that he was assessing what kind of mess he was finding himself in... The number of things that could go bad if he revealed the nature of his situation... his life before... He decided that he would keep that card the closest to his chest...
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Both the girl and the man were throwing inquiring gazes at Alexander. It was clear from the way Louis reacted hostile towards him, that he was hiding his true intentions to the girl -who at the minimum- appeared to be kind-hearted. Either that or she was better at trying to play nice before stabbing him in the back...
Alexander had 12 years of experience dealing with every possible kind of plot, conspiration and political scheme in the ancient world... He was an expert in dealing swiftly and effectively with any potential threat of that kind... So it was second nature for him to doubt just about everything he was seeing or hearing from these people...
After all, he wasn't even sure if they had actually helped him... He could be called paranoid at times... but it was thanks to that kind of thinking, that he was able to hold his throne for as long as he lived...
"So... you're... just Alexander... Hey, you seem confused... Is there something wrong?"
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A couple of moments passed as Alexander changed his expression to one of complete disorientation...
"You're a fool or something boy?!"
"Uncle Lou!! Stop being rude, okay?!"
"Hmph" With arms crossed the old man seemed to have been put in his place...
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"Yeah, it... It's just that... I can't remember... things... Maybe it's because of that fight with the demonic wolf..."
""WHAT DEMONIC WOLF???!!!""
Both the girl and the man exclaimed in unison...
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