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Author's notes at the end of this.
The Promise He Made
3…
Dammit…
2…
Why haven't they sent word? No…I'll wait….Just five more seconds…
5…
"P-Piper?" came a worried voice of a male.
Aerrow.
"What?" She snapped at him. Aerrow couldn't fault her. Piper had been, for the past three hours, pacing back and forth in the lobby of a very packed Hospital. Loved ones of the earlier attack spent huddled with their families and loved ones, waiting on the news of those that were hurt in the attack.
5…4…
A wail rang through the already buzzing lobby. Aerrow and Piper looked to see a woman crying, cradled by her husband, while screaming that her only child was dead. Dreading news that she herself didn't want to hear. Period.
"I-I'm sorry Aerrow…" Tears began to form in the corner of her golden eyes.
"No, it's my fault, I fell for Dark Ace's goose chase-"
A green Merb makes his way over to the two, with a light blue sky monkey perched on his right shoulder, "Guys?"
Stork. Already with his sixth cup of coffee that he'll no doubt will not drink and surprisingly out of his area of safety of the Condor.
Radarr's fur was matted with dirt and debris. He gave was a worried chirp.
3…3…
Piper crosses her arms over her chest, as if cold, "Any word yet?
"I've just gotten word that Starling is stabled now. Both her legs are broken and a few ribs." Stork paused. Someone was heard shouting from several floors above. "Repton's tail must had to be amputated…" He gave a smirk, but it turned into a worried look, "Piper, there's blood-" he began as he pointed to a massive darkened stain of crimson, now dried, that covered her entire chest. There was also a blood on her dark face.
"Not my blood…" Her eyes widen as the horrific scene of earlier began to play through her mind again. "Ple-Please, any-any other news?" the tears from her honeyed eyes began to flow freely down her cheeks. Her voice wavered on the point of anger and despair.
"None so far."
2…
Dear Gods above, please…please let him live! I have to tell him how I feel!"
"Storm Hawks?"
An old female voice.
Piper and the others turn around, hoping for good news. But it never came.
The voice belong to that of an old female Wallop. About as tall as Stork, and as wide as the three Storm Hawks put together. Her face was well worn, her eyes a dull grey and red, possibly from crying and her long, white hair frayed.
Behind her was Finn, he too had been crying. His long blond hair caked with specks of debris and blood. At this moment though, he was cradling a small Wallop infant who was sound asleep.
Next to him was another female Wallop, nearly twice as wide as Finn, but not much taller than him. Her gray eyes were also red from crying.
"My-my boy…is he alright?" said the young female Wallop.
"I'm sorry ma'am," Aerrow began, "We're waiting to find out."
"Don't worry," said the old female Wallop, "My grandson is tough. Nothing could take him out-just-"
1…
"Oh like you were there." Piper spat venomously towards the old Wallop, and surprising her teammates. "Like you were there, watching him being viciously-no-"
"Piper, calm down-"
Stork violently flinched as Piper shouted three hateful words, "Shut up Stork!"
She was yelling now, yelling at this simpleminded female Wallop, who just assumed everything would be OK, "Vicious isn't the word for what happened to him, neither would it be put to justice if I said the beating was barbaric!"
Fresh, pure tears flowed from her eyes, while pure anger came from her lips.
"DEMONIC!" she yelled, throwing clenched fists into the air. "That bastard-that damn Cyclonian bastard!" She yelled again, no one in particular while releasing her anger with it. "'No one can take me out,' those were his exact words!"
She felt strong hands grip her shoulders. Hands that tried to comfort her, yet she refused.
"No-don't touch me!" she said, but the hands on her shoulders suddenly became firm as she was dragged into a soft, warm embrace from the old Wallop. Piper began to break down with gut wrenching cries. Her anger, her fear, her despair-all rolling off her in a tidal wave.
"It's not fair…It's not fair…he promised me he would come back to me! He swore it! I can't lose him! Not now!" The Wallop's grip lightened as Piper desparately clung to her, trying to become one with the Wallop, searching to borrow her strength. "I never got the chance to say I love him."
"Sweetheart, your gonna have to be strong for Junko. He wouldn't want to see you in this state."
0…
"Excuse me?" said a male's voice. "I am Dr. Grant. Might you be with the Wallop?"
The old Wallop released Piper, who turned on her heel to face the Doctor.
"Please, how is Junko?"
Seven pairs of eyes watched as the Doctor's face hardened and sighed, "I…I'm afraid the Wallop has fallen into a coma."
Okies folks, a little note here. This is a tribute in the form of a continuation of reading So Confused, which is written by the very talented Ambrel. This is a Junko x Piper pairing, and I am not done with it yet.
The old female Wallop is suppose to be Junko's Aunt Eunice.
I hope I did OK on this story, so let me know how I did!