Chapter 195 - 195

To Allias Alexander at the moment was nothing more than a punching bag. Yes, he had managed to beat Theseus while he was in this state but it was completely different with the elf king. He was strong, incredibly so and that was why when the young wolf was yanked away from the elf general, grabbed by his collar and thrown to the other side of the wall he wasn't that much surprised. 

Allias in his last moments of clarity he made sure to throw the kid close to Luke so he would protect him. Luke ran towards him, hoping he would get him up and run away but Alexander denied. His breath short and his hands painted by Theseus' blood he stormed back inside the fighting pit, wanting to defeat Allias. 

The elf king grinned, as the wolf ran towards him, an angered expression changing his face. The elf skillfully dodged every single attack, light on his feet and playfully he jumped from side to side, not coming in contact even once with his sloppy punches. Allias' fighting even when he was mad had something very delicate to it, as if he was hopping on the water of a clear lake his steps were precise and smooth, his movements reminding every spectator that of a dancer's. He took pride in his form as he fought; even then he was undeniably irresistible his skill combined with his beauty, that wild look in his eyes was a sight to behold. 

"You're five hundred years too late!" Allias shouted and landed a very strong punch on his cheekbone, making him stumble back before he fell to the ground on his butt. He walked slowly cracking his fingers and grabbed Alexander's right leg dragging him to the other side of the long corridor and throwing him to another wall, creating a brand new hole, cement everywhere and dust. 

Alexander couched, spitting his own blood everywhere and his head began feeling dizy. Once he had been raised up by the King, his thin legs in the ear, his words sounded like sirens in his head. Ringing endlessly, he couldn't make out any words. Allias followed the tactic of one word, one punch. Every time he said one word his fist would mercilessly land on the wolf's face.

"We don't touch what belongs to the King! Do you get that?" he asked him, between gritted teeth. Alexander's eyes were lost, unable to focus on anything; he was unable to even hold his head up. Allias clicked his tongue annoyed. His plaything had reached his limit and he threw Alexander to the ground. His body sliding on the shiny floors until it reached Luke who picked him up carefully. "You didn't want to help him. Were you scared of me?" Allias asked him playfully and Luke rolled his eyes. 

"He needs to know his limits. He has been doing a lot of reckless things lately, spitting a lot of stupid ideas. I would get in if you seemed set on killing him though." Luke said, getting a stronger hold of Alexander in his arms before he screamed at everyone to get lost, return back to their rooms. 

After the short and one sided fight ended slowly the crowd became less and less until once again the four boys were the only ones on that floor. 

"You too Allias, leave and take Theseus with you." He told him. 

"Yeah, yeah." He said and stared at Theseus who was still on the ground recovering from his wounds. His eyes were closed and he was taking deep breaths steadily, blood everywhere splattered on his face, his left eye bruised a deep purple color that faded into a very dull yellow. "You will have to keep that though." He told Luke while pointing at Theseus. "He doesn't like me that much. I doubt he would want to come with me."

"Pick me up" Theseus mumbled and Allias raised his eyebrows, wrinkles forming on his smooth forehead. "Pick me up I said! We're going home." He told the King. The brunet elf faked a sigh, trying to hide the satisfaction blooming in his heart as Theseus had told him to return and picked him up, getting him over his shoulder. "I did not mean that kind of pick up, you fucker." He said and Allias laughed. 

"Well, goodnight pups! I will send someone to deal with the little mess I've made." Allias said and Luke flipped him off before he took Alexander away. 

The two elves met with the chilly spring breeze, the smell of flowers in the air even though Allias couldn't spot any. The sky was clear and the rustling of the leaves played a subtle music as he walked with Theseus in his arms. 

"Get me down now I can stand." Theseus said and Allias let him down with no argument. The king attempted to start walking again but the general blocked his way, standing there looking at him. 

"Are you mad at me again?" he asked him and Theseus sighed.

Mad? Was that what he was? That pain in his heart, the sourness on his mouth and numbness of his mind was anger? He highly doubted that. It was something more. A mix of fear and sadness. Seeing Allias like that was torturing him as he felt unable to bring him back. He was scared of losing him forever, scared enough that he could overlook everything. When he left, simply disappearing in front of his eyes he remembered. That pain inside him awakened again as he stood in his empty study room, drowning his sorrows in drinks. He couldn't possibly return back to this, that solitude. 

"Why are you crying?" Allias exclaimed, his eyes widened as he spotted the shiny drops, dripping from his pretty eyes. 

"I…I….Allias" 

"Look I get it. Like this you wouldn't want me in the palace. It's fine. I will try not to cause any more trouble here I will just find a place and…" Allias began talking, meaning to tell him that he would leave as he had been told. He didn't want to make Theseus unhappy anymore. Only him, he wished to see him smile. He stopped though, his sentence never ending and he soon forgot what he wanted to say. Theseus caressed his skin, his blood painting his face too. Cold and dump fingers tracing the shapes of his face as sad eyes met with his.

"Can't you come back to me please?" Theseus begged him. "Please, I love you. I am sorry."