House of Anubis FanFiction – The extinguished Flame
Chapter 2 – Blood covered Hands
Eddie's POV
The pain. There is no way to describe it. I looked at Patricia and tried to speak but my back arched as another shot of pain went through me. Oh, her face killed me even more. I can't believe she had to find me this way. I grit my teeth and try to hold back the tears that are forming in my eyes. IT hurts so bad. The next round of pain hits me as if I am being injured all over again. I yell and Patricia lets out a whimper and tries to stop the bleeding with her top. "P-p-p-patricia your going to have to help me, ok?" I ask and she nods her head. I brace myself against the Tree and stand up. I manage only a few seconds and the pain takes over and I collapse again. Another yell leaves my lips as I grip my side. God, I know I have not talked to you since I was 6. But don't let Patricia see me die. Don't let her see me die.
Patricia's POV
He lay there so defenceless. His eyes pleading lifting a hand to my cheek. He rubbed his thumb across my cheek and my eyes drift down to the bullet wound at his side. How had he gotten shot? This is Liverpool not L.A! I push my thoughts aside and I know I have to get him back to the house. "Eddie, I am going to need you to stand up. I need to take you back to the house" My voice shakes as I notice the blood seep through jacket. Eddie shakes his head and lets air out of his mouth in a hiss as his face contorts in pain. " I need you to get the bullet out Patricia. Use a stick. I will be fine once it is out." He seemed so sure that I believed him. I know it was stupid to believe it but I did. Something in his eyes was so certain. I picked up a small stick and take a deep breath. Please don't kill him stick. Oh gosh here I go don't wimp out Patricia he will never let you live that down. If he does live. No HE WILL LIVE! I plunge the stick into the wound and hit something hard. Eddie passes out for a moment and wakes up again. I lift out the stick and a silver bullet comes along with it. Eddie's skin then begins to weave almost a net over the wound. I stare in horror. Thick almost string like skin nits together were his once bullet wound was. Eddie's hand is gripping my arm and I notice he had pierced my skin. "What are you Eddie!" I yell and try to pull away from his grip. "I am someone you should have stayed away from" and everything goes black.
Next morning
I wake up with sweat beading my forehead and a jolt of pain through my arm. It was just a dream Patricia, you watch horror movies scarier than that! I lift my sleeve up and stop dead. Finger like bruises and several nail shaped cuts are on my arm...