Part 64

                                    

                                          
"It's been quite some time, hey? I probably didn't want to end this so soon.  But it got to end... A vote or a comment would heal me a little, smile."
His POV
"Are you going to help him?" Q asked quickened his pace in order to catch up with El. El was walking super-fast, his pace comparable to a jogging speed. 
Something Q understood too well, something that brought confusion upon Q. El's speed indicated anger, which usually preceded a fight. But El was on his way to greet Ash, and the recently discovered Rhys Grier slash Devyn Kaniesky news should not have invoked a fight towards Ash.
"El," Q tried again before El stormed into the bar, where Ash was waiting in a lounge, smiling at a glass of wine.
"You don't look very well for a guy bequeathing my girlfriend." Ash lifted an eyebrow at the approaching guy. "Fuck," Ash grumbled, recoiling to cover the right side of his gut were El had served an unforeseen left-handed blow. He felt blackness rapidly engulf him, as though a part of him had been blown up.
El closed in for another blow but Ash swiftly blocked it with his hand, focusing on the little light in his head to pull himself to his feet. He had let his guard down for only a moment, and it had cost him. He couldn't really help it, could he? He had strangled Devyn Kaniesky's baby sister to half death for Pete's sake. What was he thinking?
He blocked El's other fist before it could dislocate his jaw, but El brought his leg up and kneed Ash's left side, opening his recently stitched up bullet wound. Ash felt unfamiliar groans escape his throat as he doubled over, feeling the sticky blood tickle between his skin and clothing. 
Whatever happened to the plaster.
Like a shark attracted to the blood that had started seeping through Ash's shirt, El started towards his victim, whose senses had been heightened by the gut wrecking pain he was in. Ash hated fighting for the wrong cause, hence his solid discipline of avoiding fights until he was certain of his gain. But his head was dissociated from his body, floating in pitch blackness. 
Aiming for his assailant's chest and waist, Ash lifted El and flung him across the bar into the perfectly aligned beverages. Pain either made him a monster or kept him in check. In that very moment, Ash felt himself slowly turn into a wounded monster.
He vaguely felt himself jump over the bar and grabbing El's body, threw him onto the shelve's. There was someone else... no, some other people around. They were trying to get him off El.
Where the hell were they when El started the fight? 
They could have saved Ash all the trouble. They could have kept Ash from injuring most of them.
Ash was numb to his own throbbing side and partially blind by the time they were able to safely get him away from El.
He watched them escort him out of the room. What the dickens was wrong with Ferro's boy? Ash shook his restrainers off and walked behind the bar, not caring whether he was walking through bits of glass and kicking at a bottle that had somehow manage to hit the floor without breaking.
The bottle survived his angry kick too. Not about to lose to a mere glass bottle, he picked it up, poped it open and went back to his seat. For some reason he wasn't able to put his finger on what turned the usually controlled El into a nuisance.
But he wasn't always controlled, was he? No. El had screwed over his girlfriend... 
Ash chuckled. 
Of course. the fact had been painted on Ash's own face hence the failure to see it.
Clearly news spread fast in this era. No one needed horses and call boys to spread fresh news. Nonetheless, who gave El the permission to take it out on Ash when he hurt her? She was still his.  
Ash smirked.
The girl had reacted badly to his offer, and so did El, who had gotten the nerve to fight Ash head on the very moment he was made her official owner.
Perhaps Ash erred. Again.
Ash hated errors.
"Fuck off," Ash growled when El's people stopped him from entering the bedroom. 
El looked up when Ash sat next to him.
"Here," He offered the bottle of liquor which El ignored. Ash laughed. "Are you cross, my darling, when it was you that started the fight?" He scooted closer to the fuming guy. "Listen carefully. I am giving her to you to ensure her futile security while I deal with Rhys Grier.
"That doesn't make her yours. In a little while, you will be mine too. Both situations under no means give you the power to safely fight me." Ash leered. "Now drink this before I believe you have just declared a war."
El glared at Ash, who winked and said. "A little more beatings from me and you would have become unattractive."
Exhaling, El accepted the drink, bringing a delighted smile on Ash's face.
"Not bad. A little taming is all you need."
"You're a heartless bastard." El told him.
"My heart died with a friend, not long ago, fortunately."  Ash replied. 
"You know she doesn't deserve what you're putting her through." El stared at the bitter drink in his hand. "I'm feeling shame for everyone that knows you. If I could, I'd kill them all to put them out of their misery."
"Brave of you to wish yourself a god." Ash rose and poured himself a drink. "Enough, with the chitchat. Are you in or against?"
El dismissed everyone from the room and walked to where Ash was. "You were right."
"There you are. Leaving without leaving behind as little as a star. Come on, a little comment about what you think about Ash might get you 2 exclusive chapters. Are you sure you read this far and are not interested?"