Title; Under Pressure

Okay, I found out I couldn't write in the first person. So I won't anymore, because it reads weird. I'll go back to my regular style. And this is sort of a flashback to when Moordryd switched sides. And when he gets hurt.

"When did the attack happen?" Phistus yelled at one of the smaller of his crew. The man stook ap straighter and barked back.
"At about two in the morning sir. The wraiths hit at midnight and the fight continued until two. It was reported at..."
"That's all I need! Any survivors?"
"We don't know sir. We haven't been able to get to the site yet!" Another cried.
Phistus looked over at Artha for a second and raised an eyebrow in question.
"Well Dragon Booster? Should we see what happened?"
"Yeah." Artha says softly.
"Have you seen what the wraith dragons have done yet?" Phistus asked.
Artha shook his head and Phistus sighed.
"This'll be bad then kid. The wraiths...they don't go in to take prisoners. They go in to eat."
Artha shuddered underneath the Dragon Booster armour.
"Who...who did they attack last night?"
"From what we can gather, the Dragon Eyes that weren't turned in the early days. It seems Word Payne doesn't care for his own people anymore." Phistus' eyes turned to steel and he turned to the others. "Get the dragons ready and move out!"

Beau snorted and looked ahead unsurely, snorting every so often. Artha petted his neck and looked around. Nothing but rubble anymore. Beau suddenly balked and pulled away, whining.
"What's wrong Beau?" Artha yelped as he was almost thrown off. Beau continued to back away.
"Come on boy, we've gotta!" Artha growled, urging him forward.
If only he had listened...
"Oh god..." One of the others whispered.
What once may have been a dragon lay in front of them, most of it's belly and chest simply...gone. It took a few moments for Artha to realise that it's rider...part of it's rider, still clung to it's back. Artha whimpered before he could stop himself.
"I think I'm...gunna throw up..." He whispered.
"I warned you." Phistus muttered. He looks back to his men. "Search the place. I want to see if there's anything of use."
"I thought we were looking for survivors."
Phistus closed his eyes and sighed again. "There won't be any survivors. There never is."
"Never..." Artha echoed.
"This isn't racing or stealing Dragon Booster. This is war."
Artha closed his eyes and bit his lip.
"But...why would they kill everyone?"
"Because that's easiest. No traitors. No spies."
Artha felt sick as they moved through the silent street. One of the men broke off and ran over to another body.
"Sir, this one's a wraith!"
"What!" Phistus yelled, running to the man's side. The human body sprawled out across the street was indeed a wraith. It still wore the headgear that had changed it. It's dragon lay a few feet away, it's jaws hanging open in a silent roar. "It is...my god it is...who could've killed it?"
"It's still fresh sir. It can't have been dead for more than an hour."
"Yes, but who could have done it..."
"Sir!" One of the other men cries. "There's a dragon trapped in the rubble here! And boy is she angry! I think her rider's down there with her!"
Phistus jumped to his feet and rushed after him. For someone to survive a wraith raid...
A black dragon swished her tail behind her, hissing angrily from down a huge crag where the road had collapsed. Artha's eyes widened in surprise.
"That's Payne's dragon!"
"What? So it is...I don't think you should be seeing this..." Phistus tried to turn him away.
"PAYNE!" Artha yelled in shock.
Underneath Decepshun...was Moordryd. His left leg was bent at an unnatural angle, and Artha could see part of the bone poking out from under the skin. There were deep gashed down it, almost like...a dragon had tried to pull it off.
"Get down there! Now! He's still breathing!"

Artha whimpered in sympathy as Phistus carried Moordryd out. He woke up as Phistus accidentally jerked him.
"What? Where..."
"It's okay Payne. You survived." Phistus murmured.
"The others...where are they..."
"They...They..."Artha whispered.
"They're all dead." Moordryd rasped. "The wraiths...they ate them...oh god Swayy kept screaming...my leg hurts..."
"It will." Phistus mumbled.
"Where's 'Cepshun?"
"She's fine." Artha smiled weakly. "Go to sleep."
Moordryd closed his eyes and his head lolled back against Phistus' chest. Artha bit his lip and looked up at the older man.
"Will he be okay?"
"I've got no idea..."

Ooh, that was better than before! And I need a Beta! Please?