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The Rouges By Alzek16 Characters: 9277

Updated: 2018-01-05 17:47


AT FIRST I couldn't hear anything but shuffling feet and heavy breathing. As soon as the door closed all sounds of battle from the outside had died. Sitting in the musty tunnel, it was almost as if it had never happened.

But it did, I reminded myself.

Willets was dead, his blood still spattered on my face. And Arden didn't stand much of a chance either. None of them did for that matter. A torch's green light hummed to life somewhere further down the tunnel, casting its eerie glow.

"You left them to die." I said through gritted teeth. The adrenaline was wearing off. My bullet wound was beginning to throb.

Maddox was doubled over, leaning against the door he had just closed. His hands pressed against his knees as he raised his gaze to meet mine.

"What I did was save your life." His tone was bitter cold. "You're welcome."

He pushed off the door and walked past me further down the tunnel. Glaring at his back, I rose to my feet intent on punching him in the back of the head, but staggered. I sucked in a gasp of air as I moved too fast. Grabbing at my useless arm, I fell back against the tunnel wall.

"Lyra?"

The light was coming closer, followed by Triven's voice. Mouse was carrying the lantern, but she stopped a few feet away staring at my arm. Triven however pushed around her, worry etching his face as he grew nearer. "You're bleeding."

I pushed myself upright and tried to move around him. "I'm fine really. It's just a scrape."

"She got shot." Maddox's voice carried out of the shadows ahead of us.

I opened my mouth to say something rather unpleasant in return but Triven distracted me. His hands were pulling not too gently at my arm and shirt, looking for the source of the blood.

"But you were wearing body armor, there's no way—" His words cut off as he yanked back the collar of my shirt revealing the scrap of fabric that hung uselessly around my neck. He then ripped my shirt, exposing my bleeding arm. His cheeks flushed red.

With a huge sigh, he pressed his forehead to mine. I stared up at him but he kept his eyes closed. When he spoke his voice was low and full of pain.

"Are you freaking kidding me? Do you have any idea how selfish, how stupid that was. I could have lost you."

I wished he had yelled at me. It would have been easier to deal with if he had been angry, but instead I realized just how badly I had hurt him. In my attempt to keep him safe I had caused him pain. Emotions always complicated things.

"I'm sorry."

It was the only thing I could think to say. I wasn't sorry that I had tricked him to keep him safe. I would do it again given the chance. But I was sorry I had hurt him.

He kissed me for the first time in over a week. It was rough and brief. And it made me long for mo

have made him go first. I was slowing him down and now if I fell I would likely knock him off.

As we rose, the screaming sirens fell away, leaving only the ringing in my ears. My hands had begun to fail, the numbness in my right hand making it impossible to hold onto the rails. I began wrapping my arm through the bars, using the crook of my elbow to hold me steady. I could see a light now. It was not so much a light, I supposed, but more of less dense blackness. In my haste to reach it my foot slipped. A startled cry escaped as my arm lost its hold. Stars burst into my vision as my chin struck one of the rails, smacking my teeth violently together. By of some miracle my left hand kept its grasp as I dangled in the air. Hands shoved my feet back on a rail and suddenly a warm chest was pressed tightly against the back of my legs holding them in place.

"Thank you." I said breathlessly.

"We're almost there." He whispered, equally winded. "You have to keep moving."

He didn't call me weak or offer to carry me. Instead he knew what I needed— words that would push me.

With the little strength I had left, I made my arm link around the metal rail again and pulled. The progression was slow and painful, but somehow I managed to move upwards. Whenever my foot slipped Triven's hand caught it, pushing me upwards again. We were almost there. I could see it, an opening in the metal ceiling.

My vision was beginning to blur, blackness creeping its way into the edges. Suddenly, the opening that had seemed so close was slipping further away. I could hear Triven's voice behind me but his words didn't register. Overly large, thick hands appeared in the opening. I tried to recoil as they reached for me, but as I moved the world around me began to slip away. The rails disappeared beneath my hands and I was falling.

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