Energy Zap(Please, someone join, I'm bored)

[Ginny Weasly]

~No. never.~ She sent softly. She and her guards were walking on the edge of the town, trying to find their portal.

[Xaver]

-Wha?...-
His thoughts were rather jumbled, and her response didn't make much sense to him.

There was a pair of hands on each of his upper arms, and a knife to his throat from behind. He was being dragged, to put it mildlyBut oddly enough, he wasn't putting up a fight. No one could tell if he was planning to retaliate, or was just too weak to do it. That in itself was enough to make those around him nervous.
There were people and all sorts of screatures scrambling around them. It was hard to see a face, let alone recognize anyone.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny tripped and fell down. One of the guards leaned down to pull her up.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled. He stepped back, afraid of her tone of voice. She closed her eyes and shook her head.
~Xaver...I have the feeling we're lying to each other.~

[Xaver]

The blade around his throat went away, and the grips clamped around his arms both went back, then swung foreword and expelled him. Not having enough time to catch his wit, his hands hit first, then his shoulder, and he flipped twice, before recovering some of his spent agility, and coming to roll all the way back up to his feet.
Only to be forcible knocked down, flat on his back, and winded. He groaned and rolled to his stomach, vanishing his, what felt like crushed, wings.

-I'm sorry,- he sent to her, his words coming a mile a minute. His thoughts were so rapid, that one words nearly melted into another.

A pair of hands gripped the back of his shirt and dragged him to his feet, forcibly spinning him around to face him. He didn't recognize.. any of the sixteen or so, he counted, circled around him. Xaver clenched his teeth until they hurt, not once swaying, but nearly ready to collapse into a heap.

-Let's just start with what we weren't lying about,- he sent, thoughts still jumbled and as rash as before. As quick as his pulse rate.
-I'm worried about you. I haven't stopped thinking about you since I met you, and moreso now that I haven't been able to see you.-

In unison, the group around him drew weapon, and sprang at him.
Xaver yelled slightly in surprise, and leaped up, avoiding them, flipping backward and balancing on the shoulders of one. He propelled off him, throwing him to the ground, and tackled another, taking their weapon, and cutting their palm, as not to kill them, but to 'inactivate' them. He drove his elbow back, hard, into another, spun, driving the short sword through his shoulder.

-I miss you. I only wish I could explain more thoroughly how much. Every time I blink increases the need and want to see you again.-

They had gotten him. Xaver, no doubt, had done a good job of desperately exterminating his attackers, but their numbers never ceased to keep coming back, and for one man, an injured man, against an entire regiment of retreated, grungy, but still alive and still considerably powerful others, it had only been a matter of time.
All of them fell still and arced away a step or two, as the one behind Xaver darkly grinned, as Xaver clenched his teeth, and dropped his weapon. And dropped to his knees. Easily, the man behind could only add insult to injury, by slightly twitching the blade he had run completely through Xaver's right side - through the hard muscle of his lower back, and out through abdomen. Each movement, each maliciously torturing twitch, sent waves of pain licking through his body. He shuddered.
"Come with us, and we won't kill you," was the only explanation he got.
But between the time the other spoke, and Xaver could manage to nod his head, the blade was forcibly twisted 180 degrees, then ripped backward as it was withdrawn. Xaver felt it. And cried out in pain, kicked to writhe on his stomach for a moment before hands clenched around his arms again, and dragged him up. He made no move to walk this time. He let them drag him.

-What did you mean by, 'no, never'?- he asked softly.

He was nearly thrown onto the bare back of some foreign animal, the reigns in the hand of another rider. He leaned foreword, speaking softly to the animal, and resting his forehead on the horse's neck, leaving bloody stains on the white fur everywhere he touched. His eyes flickered around, taking in the scars on the poor creature's flanks, and the unnerving thinness of the animal. It made him angry. He petted the horse's neck, with only the energy to speak softly and befriend it, and hold on, slouching foreword, finding no way to ease the pain. His head spun. The horse nickered in response, and even lightened its footsteps, Xaver being the only kind thing that had come across its path in a long while.

- I love..- he winced and groaned painfully, both aloud, and accidentally, mentally, -you.-

In quick, but what seemed like agonizingly slow, minutes, Xaver was led into the gates into a complete different land, and taken away from the public and usual eye, led hastily.. to the dungeon tower. Xaver was powerless to stop it. He hadn't slept, stopped using magic, stopped fighting for his life, and stopped bleeding, for nearly two days. It all came rushing back to him as he was dragged from the poor horse's back, led through various cells to the very back, and deposited into one, the solid metal doors closing behind him and the footsteps fading away.
The only light came from the barred window, of which was about as high up as two of him. The cell was just that, a little box, nothing in it, except mold at the corners and leaking down from the window, and a little.. lizard, skittering across the cell to Xaver's foot. It looked up at him in what could have been understanding, then went to a corner, watching him.

Xaver gagged.
It smelled like rotting flesh, burning creature waste, and heating, milky blood.
Slowly, he just fell over, rolling onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

-And I could never hate you,- he finished softly, almost feeling the sun rise into noon, and begin to quickly heat his cell like an oven. He shivered. The heat made him sick..

Xaver did nothing but close his eyes though, mentally watching the lizard come up to him, and curl up on the palm of his hand.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Xaver, I love you and miss you so much, I can't explain it. I start to think of my work, and my mind jumps back to you. I start thinking of you, and I get trip when I'm walking.~ She laughed mentaly, lightly. Now, they were back in the Time workers place, and she was walking to her cell. She had finally snapped on the guards and opeaned a portal on her own.

She pushed open her cell and slumped against the wall, sliding down it to hold her head. Mhan started and called to her.

"Ginny?" He asked, pausing slightly. "Listen, I don't know if your awake or anything. I'm sorry. They took me to the ime when my grandfather was killed. Your...right. It was an accident, and you and that boy tried to stop him. I'm just....sorry." He sounded just like a small kid. Ginny ignored him, almost sure he was just trying to throw her guard down.

~Xaver, tell me the truth. You hurt, arn't you?"

[Xaver]

-It wasn't my fault,- was the soft, almost airy response.

His mouth felt like sandpaper. All too quickly, the sun had risen, from those gentle early morning hues, to penetrating, boiling temperatures.
Xaver rolled onto his belly, shakily crawling to the barred door. He magically felt around it. It was magically reinforced. The entire cell was. He would literally have to blow the tower to pieces, to get out. As the thought struck him, it sounded like a good idea. The only idea. He wouldn't live through the day's heat to when they took him back out.He slowly dropped back down to his belly, wounds and bruises smearing with grime, though he could strangely not feel anything.

-What about you?- he said worriedly. -A response earlier was so quick..-

He began to draw power, tapping into regions of which he had stored magic, and determined never to use again. Tapping into the last of his strength, and above it, and using the phobic cell as an area to center it all. All the while, making sure the little lizard was safe, sitting idly a foot from his face, just watching him. He didn't know, or really care, as to why. He looked just as bad off as Xaver did.

[Ginny Weasly]

"Ginny?"

"Leave me alone, Mhan. Send a spell through the bars if you want. But stop lying."

~I'm okay, right now anyway.~ She sent back to him. She glared moodily at the ground.

"I'm not lying!" Mhan's voice was earnest. "But, I have a proposition to make. Your the only one able to walk out of your cell and unlock others."

[Xaver]

Mentally, Xaver gave a giddy laugh.
-I just destroyed half of a city.-

Xaver ran, though he didn't know where he found the strength to do so, the lizard gently clenched in his left hand. He want straight toward the demolished gates, and was pleasantly surprised when the horse he had ridden in on, ran up beside him, and nudged him with its nose. He wrapped his right arm around the horses neck, and yelled aloud as he swung up onto the bare back. He yelled again, and the horse went into a full out run, leading him out of the rubble, and across the valley way again.

When there were half way across the meadow, the horse slowed willingly, and Xaver simply slid from its back rolling to the ground with a groan, curling up on his side, after setting the lizard free. The horse angled itself off to the side, shading him, as he caught his breath, in a ball of pain.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Sounds fun.~ Ginny thought tierdly. She glanced at Mhan, who looked eager.

"Listen, Ginny. If I give you my owrd I'll leave you and yours alone, will you let me go? We can help eachother get out. My life is easier without you in it anyway. I can go on doing what Grandpa did."

"Stealing?"

"Hey now, those things are stolen. People give them to me." He shrugged.

"I'm sure they do."

"Come on!"

[Xaver]

-.. It was..-
Other than limply sliding onto his back, and closing his back, Xaver was still. Exhausted.

-You ok?-

[Ginny Weasly]

~I guess so....Can people change from hating someone to trying to get along?~ She asked, wondering weather she should trust Mhan or not.

[Xaver]

A muffled response.
Xaver quivered weakly, fighting the threatening nausea and fog of pain that seemed to want to overwhelm him. The sun beat down on him, even in the shade provided from the horse, and the peril of his sitation grew. But he was oddly calm, laying there, his body screaming for a release and nothingness, that his mind adamantly refused.

-Depends on who they are,- he sent softly.

[Ginny Weasly]

~Say...Mhan was offering for both of us to get out of here, helping each other. Do you think he might mean it?~

Ginny watched Mhan across the hall, considering for a moment. She wanted to know what Xaver thought. SHe hated being here, and if she could get out and away, she would.

[Xaver]

Xaver closed his eyes and fell still, breathing in the hazy grass-smells more shallowlybut oddly, smelling them more efficiently. He didn't move any lnger, being too tired to, and that scared his new horse-companion. It, or he rather, nudged Xaver with his nose, nickering when it didn't even get a groan as a response.

Xaver thought for a moment, his mind being the only thing that worked completely.
-Well, weigh the pro's and con's. Could he be trying to set you up, or does he actually want to get out too? Can you read minds there?-

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny narrowed her eyes at Mhan.
~Yes, I can, but not his. His blocks are as thick and high as mine`~ Ginny almost laughed. ~I'm so stupid. High blocks are high everywhere, but they have to leave one small open spot. So if the block breaks, it dosn't over flow too badly and hurt you. I could get in that way. Hard though.~