Nicolas smirked. "Can't feel pain," he told her. "Can't exactly fall over in pain if you can't feel the pain, now can you?" He winked, and looked at the kidnapper out of the corner of his eye. The man was about to run at them, he could tell — but then Pooka stepped in.
He screeched in pain, shaking his leg to try and get the animal off of him. "STUPID DOG!" he yelled.
Nicolas laughed. He shook his head and turned away, pushing Anya gently to Mery and Sabriel. Just after he did so, he felt something in his back, and finally fell to his knees. A knife handle could be seen sticking out of his skin, and the young man knew something bad had happened. He looked at all the blood that was pouring onto the floor, all of his blood that was going to permanently stain this building. He gulped, breathing becoming like a chore.
Sabriel finally broke down. Rage was building up inside of him like a poison, and he stared at the kidnapper, who was now smiling smugly. He cursed, running at the man. He never wanted to use violence, but he wanted revenge.
The thirteen year old jumped and kicked the man in his stomach, knowing the wind out of him and causing him to fall backward. Once his head hit the ground, the man went limp, obviously unconscious. The boy breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down. He then looked at his brother and ran to him, getting on his knees and putting his shoulder on his brothers chest. He put Nicolas's arm around his shoulders and struggled to stand up because of the weight.
"Call an ambulance! There's a phone outside!" Sabriel demanded, pure hurt, shock, anger, sadness, and terror showing his eyes at once.
