Heartless

Luna's Pov

My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me.

"What?" Jamil was a little later in spotting what I was seeing but when he did, his growl was even louder than mine.

I ran over to the site of the chaos, my heart hanging in my throat. Sure, I loathed my master but this? This was a little bit too much.

Indrik had been surrounded by his half brother, anchor moustache along with his minions. They were laughing cruelly as they toyed with him.

Why and when he had left his room, I had no idea but what I was seeing made me boil over. Leon and his friends had crowded around my master and were laughing him to scorn as they teased him endlessly.

"Weakling! Come on, fight back if you can." One of the minions cackled as he shoved Indrik hard, sending him stumbling on wobbly feet to another. That one punched him in the face, sending him crumpling face first to the hard floor.

"What is the problem? Too weak to fight? Come on, get up brother." Leon jeered as he approached the cowering Indrik and leant over him.

Indrik groaned as he struggled to sit up. It took some effort but he finally managed it. I could see him trying to speak but no words came out. Perhaps, he was too weak or, the blood that was trickling from his mouth had pooled in his throat.

Indrik tried to rise to his feet only to fall back on his haunches.

"Get up! I'm waiting!" Leon continued to taunt.

With a sudden burst of energy, Indrik raised his arm and punched Leon hard in the face. Leon hardly flinched as his lip burst but his friends froze mid-laughter obviously not expecting Indrik to be that brave, or stupid. The wound healed almost immediately but that was apparently not enough compensation as Leon bared his teeth and headbutted Indrik so hard, he collapsed to the floor again with a loud yelp.

"You fool!" Leon snarled as he reached out and grabbed Indrik by the lapel, his other hand rearing to deliver a punch.

"Enough!" Jamil roared, snapping me out of my daze. He dashed into the circle, shoving the men out of his way and pushing the shocked Leon off Indrik making the former fall hard on his bum. He barely noticed though as he knelt beside Indrik, who remained on the ground, still moaning from the pain.

"You!" Leon growled when he finally recovered from his shock. "How dare you!" He bellowed as he rose to his feet and glowered at them. Jamil ignored him like he didn't exist as he helped Indrik sit up and thumped him on the back. Indrik moaned as he vomited some blood.

"How are you, Indrik?" Jamil asked softly but Indrik seemed too shaken to hear what he was saying, much less reply to the question.

Leon was not happy about being ignored as he bellowed, "This is your last warning. Get out of here before I lose my patience." He was so full of anger that I could notice his body trembling.

Jamil slowly turned his upper body to fix a stare at Leon and, was that Leon flinching? Jamil looked really mad. Madder than I had ever seen him. What was I saying? I had never seen him get angry. "What did you just say?" He snarled as he helped Indrik lay on his back once more.

"I said..." Leon started to say again, when he was cut short by Jamil who grabbed him by his lapel, drawing him toward himself. I blinked, wondering how he had moved so quickly.

"Luna!" Jamil called, his voice so cold, I couldn't help wincing. I hurried over anyway, pushing past the minions who glowered at me but I couldn't care less. I planted myself between Indrik and Jamil. One look at my master and my vision clouded. Seeing him up close showed just how much he had been hurt. I simmered, glaring from one to the other of the gang, wishing I could teach them a lesson. "Get Indrik and help him out of here. I have a thing or two to speak to Leon about." They would do more than speak. His tone made that much obvious.

"Jamil?" I fidgeted nervously, looking at the number of men that were glowering at him, just waiting for the chance to attack. I couldn't help worrying that he would end up worse than Indrik if he remained here.

He turned toward me, his eyes seeming to glow. "Just get him out of here!" His eyes reassured me that he would be fine, so, I reluctantly bent to pick my master up. His eyes were shut and his palms clasped over his face as he moaned. I couldn't see much of his face but his hands were covered with scrapes and bruises and his robes, a sea blue colored work of art had been ripped in so many places that I wondered how it was still managing to hang on.

"Indrik?" I called softly, tapping him on the arm softly as I tried to pry his hands away from his face. He didn't reply. "Indrik!" I tried again and this time, he lowered his hands enough for me to see his eyes. They were glazed and my heart sank as I noticed tears streaming down his face. I was starting to understand the reason why he was so desperate for me to train him. This was pure evil. "Come on!" I rasped as I slipped my hand around him and tugged. I heaved, almost nearly collapsing beside him from the weight.

"What do you think you are doing?" Leon growled from his position in Jamil's hands. "You fools, what are you doing hanging around? Stop them this instant!"

I looked up nervously, my eyes flitting from Jamil to the six other men that were starting to close in around us thinking of how much worse things could get from here on.