Take Me Away

Is Someone Coming?

*Magnus' pov*

I stopped shouting after I couldn't hear the steps anymore. Fear was claiming all my thoughts. Where were they taking him? What were they doing to him? How bad was he hurt from the man's brute treatment? I wasn't able to keep myself from thinking about the worst. About the possibility that they might kill him. Was I ever going to see my Alexander again?

I started to pace, not caring about the way the cold ground chilled my feet through. I felt sick, trying to force the horrible pictures out of my head. Why did they take him and not me? Why was I still here and Alec was god knows where?

I was alone now, nobody had come after they had taken Alexander away. I didn't know how much time passed. I walked up and down the small space until my legs hurt, trying to think of anything but the dreadful things that might be happening to Alec right now. Why hadn't I tried harder to stop them?

I froze in my tracks when I heard steps. Where they coming back? I pressed my face to the slats, trying to see as far as possible. It sounded like they were coming closer. Was Alec going to be with them? Were they coming to tell me that he was dead? Hope and fear were rising in me to the same degree, dragging time out to infinity.

And then they rounded the corner. Alec, with a black bag over his head, just like before, in front of the two men that had been here to take him. It felt like a big rock was lifted off my chest. He was alive! I wanted to shout his name, tell him that I was here and fine. But the memory of the blond guy's action was holding me back. What if he was going to hurt Alec again?

The man behind Alexander pulled a gun out and for one second my heart stopped. He was pointing it to Alec's head and looked at me "Get back to the wall," he barked, holding Alec at the back of his shirt.

I did as he ordered, so fast that I almost stumbled over the blanket that was still lying there. The bold guy unlocked the door and Alec was led inside. The blond one pulled the bag off Alexanders head, got out, locked the door and the two of them left, without another word.

But I couldn't care less about what they were doing, as long as they didn't harm Alec again. I pulled him into a fierce but gentle hug, wanting to hold him, make sure that he was really there. He was shaking when he put his arms around me too. 

I wanted to hold him like that forever, never let him go again. But there was something more important right now. So I pulled away, taking a step back to look him over, after he reluctantly let go of me.

The first thing I saw was a bloody cut on his forehead. I wasn't able to see what it was exactly, dried blood making it hard to see how large the wound actually was. His lip was torn as well, a small amount of blood visible there. The last thing I saw were bruises on his arms and wrist, probably caused by the blond guy's grip.

I pulled him into a hug once again, wanting to shield him from any more harm that might come his way "Oh Alexander. I'm so sorry," I didn't know what I was apologizing for, but I felt like I had to, like I could have prevented this from happening.

"It's not your fault," he whispered, letting his head rest on my shoulder. His voice sounded drained and exhausted "I'm fine." I knew that he wasn't really fine, that he only said it to reassure me. And even though I felt his shaking and had seen the injuries it helped, it did calm me a bit.

We stood there for a while. My legs begged me to sit down, but I didn't want to let go of Alec, I wanted to be there for him, show him that he was with me again, that if nothing else we at least weren't separated anymore.

This time, he was the one who pulled away "Magnus," his voice was still shaking, but there was some force in it, as if he was about to tell me something very important. I saw the determined look on his face, the one he had when he decided to say or do something that was a big deal for him "I love you."