Despite his impossible rage, Fang-Zhun knew he couldn't stand to lose anyone so close to him as Fei-Gao. The flood had already taken his family and his beloved. But he had to try and be brave, because now was the time to confront his former best friend.
"Why? What made you betray me, Fei-Gao!?" Fang-Zhun said angrily. Fei-Gao just grunted, obviously trying to watch his step on the small rocky platform they were both standing on.
"She's mine! Give her back to me!" Fang-Zhun was about to add more when suddenly the rock beneath Fei-Gao's feet crumbled. He was falling. This was exactly what Fang-Zhun was the most afraid of. Fei-Gao sucked in a large breath before plummeting into the water.
Right then, Fang-Zhun made a snap decision. He knew he couldn't live without Fei-Gao. He knew they could work this out later. So before Fei-Gao went under the water for the last time, Fang-Zhun fiercly grabbed him by the hand. He still kept an angry face, but on the inside he was pleading to God that neither of them would let go.
"Fang-Zhun....Help.....Me......" Fei-Gao beared to utter. He was now pale and had a glazed look over his eyes.
Maybe right at that moment Fang-Zhun should have let go. Even if he was able to get his best friend out of the water, Fei-Gao would probably die of cold shock.
"FANG-ZHUN! SAVE ME!" Fei-Gao was about to say more, but right at that moment Fang-Zhun spied something brown coming towards them. Now it was about thirty feet away. Alarmed, he ducked down a little, still holding on to Fei-Gao's cold, waxy hand.
But Fang-Zhun had ducked down far too late. The brown object that he saw before was now obviously something wooden, like a branch or log, and It was headed right for Fang-Zhun's face. He was frozen in place and couldn't move a muscle.
The log hit his eye with a sharp crack, and Fang-Zhun screamed in horror and pain as the sharp-ended log fell away and he was left with no eye, just a huge bleeding gouge of a socket. Without thinking, he let go of Fei-Gao's hand and held it up to his wound.
The last thing he heard was Fei-Gao screaming Fang-Zhun's name, muffled by the roaring beast that was the water.
Fang-Zhun, wide eyed, slowly backed away, walking over to sit on a more secure rock. He curled up into a ball, his head sitting in his knees. He couldn't believe it. His family, his love, his belongings, his home, his entire village, and now his best friend. Nothing could ever be as bad as that. Unsure of what to do, he stayed there for a long while, sobbing his pain away into his flood-stained pants. The blood was still running down his face, staining his clothes dark maroon.
He was angry at everything. Angry at the flood, angry at himself, angry at Fei-Gao, angry at his family and love, angry at everything. Fang-Zhun shifted his position so he was laying down. After a very long time, the horrible bleeding stopped, and he ripped off a strip of his shirt and wrapped it around his head so it was covering his eye like an eyepatch. Then while he was still laying there, bathing in his own misery, his eyes slowly began to close. They continued closing, and before he knew it, he was unconcious. He had no idea if he was just asleep, or in a coma, or dead. And he really didn't care.