Chapter 62
Yet another diary entry where I need to apologize if my handwriting isn’t as neat as normal. It’s been a few days since the incident in the alley, and I’m still struggling to hold a pen. The men who attacked me did a lot of damage.
I should be embarrassed, not only that two men were able to subdue and beat me this badly, but that I was ultimately saved by a girl.
Of course, the old me from several months ago would find who saved me particularly distasteful.
Chaosta, who I used to despise and who I think might still kind of despise me, killed my attackers with a fucking sword.
She has another Demonforged blade. I don’t know where she got it, but that’s immaterial at the moment.
I’m just glad she showed up when she did.
I’m not sure if it was because of the blow to the head, but I tried to use magic, and it didn’t do much.
I was trying to subdue them, but it didn’t work as it should have.
Not only did she kill them, she did it with brutal efficiency. She looked like some sort of beautifully unholy predator as she took them out without flinching. After she killed the second one, she summoned Malam as though it was normal, spoke with him for a few moments, and then helped me.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do. She offered me her hand.
She fucking held out her right hand with the fucking broken fingers and, without a sound, helped me to my feet.
All the while holding the sword as though she was ready for an additional threat.
Then she supported and half-carried me into the house.
The less we say about the following few days, the better.
Fem says I have internal bruising, likely a few broken ribs, a broken cheekbone, busted up hands, and my shoulder was dislocated, along with other sundry injuries.
He wanted to get me a healer, but I refused.
I’ve had my share of injuries, and I was fairly certain I could cope.
Plus, I didn’t want to have the conversation about not taking pain medication with anyone other than him.
Besides, I know how skilled Fem is as a healer with his background.
When the other guys asked what had happened, I asked what Chaosta said, and they seemed surprised.
Well, Reem seemed irritated. I wasn’t sure if it was my ears ringing, but I thought I might have heard him yelling at her while Fem tended to me.
Why he would do that, I don’t quite know.
If he did, we’re going to have words at some point.
When Reem told me she wouldn’t tell him anything, I decided not to share what actually happened.
I still don’t know if it was the right call or not, but it certainly didn’t seem like it was my secret to share.
Instead, I simply told them she’d “Fought off my attackers,” and it seemed to appease them.
Now that we’ve had time to talk about it, we’re pretty sure they were stalkers we occasionally hear from.
Based on their behavior, I think they were trying to kidnap me.
I still don’t know why they weren’t impacted as they should have been by magic.
The other thing I can’t explain is why a stalker would be so capable with a sword. That seems odd.
Reem has been closely watching the news, worried officials will be here to claim that Chaosta assaulted someone.
For a while, he wanted me to report that I’d been assaulted, but I adamantly refused.
Of course, he couldn’t know that bringing attention to the murder of two people outside of our building would be a likely side effect.
I can only hope the reason Chaosta summoned Malam that day was for him to dispose of the bodies. I’m just worried it seems too easy, especially since, as I mentioned in my last entry, Malam isn’t willing to work with us anymore.