Soldier
"What's the matter?" he asks, genuine concern in his voice.
"Are you hurt?"
"It... it's my ankle," you tell him, fighting down a cry of
agony. "I think it's broken!"
"Let me see," he says, squatting on the floor beside you. He
grabs your ankle suddenly and twists it viciously until you hear a
nauseating CRACK and pain shoots up your leg.
"Whatever did you do that for?!" you yell, scrambling away
from him. It hurts so much that you bite your dry lips until fresh
blood mingles with that already on your chin.
"You were absolutely right," he tells you. "It was
broken." He grins wickedly. "I just snapped it right back
into place. I'm Seth, by the way."
"Charmed, I'm sure." you snap, more harshly than you first
intended. "Believe me, if I could tell you my name I would, but I
can't even tell myself my name. I was hoping you could tell me!"
Well can he?
...soldier. He holds out a hand to help you up, but you brush it away.
You don't yet know if you can trust him. You try to stand up, and cry
out in pain.
