A/N: I thank my first reviewer of this story for the encouragement. That plus I finally made it to level thirty in League of Legends and now starting to play rank matches but I need to get a proper ADC champion like Ezreal or Vayne. Any-who here is the second chapter

Chapter 2 Medicine and trials

(Michael POV)

I stand by Lark's bedside with a clipboard. I go over her history of using crystals constantly. I can't believe she have been using crystals since she was very young. I keep a stoic face so I can't rile any negative emotions. I always hated being the bearer of unconventional news, but it's my job as a doctor. I look over from my clipboard to see the beautiful woman staring down at the floor from her current position. I question my actions from a week ago if it was wise to steal a kiss from a beautiful maiden like her. I snap back to attention when she catches me staring at her.

"So doctor what is my diagnostics?"

"Due to your long exposure to so many crystals giving very little time interval is causing some blood cells to wither and die."

"So is there any cure for it?"

"Only two; one you've have to keep taking a prescribed injection made from the herbs I grow but my herbs take time to grow until I have to turn any of it in to medicine."

"Well what is the second option?"

"I have to give immediate blood transplant."

"So what seems to be the problem?"

"You have a special blood that can affect other blood types but cannot be affected by other blood types; I call it Omni-blood."

"So it will be impossible?"

"Well not impossible but very probable."

"Well spit it out" she chides.

"I have the same blood type as you."

Her eyes perk up when I said that. Her jaw drop with a smile knowing I would be the one to give some of my blood to her. She is very right about it. She even threw me some smiles every time we pass by each other during the entire week.

I mentally sigh as I get the equipment to do the transplant. As my hand is about to grab the tubes and I.V. Bags, loud boom rings and shakes the whole building.

I run to the window to see multiple skimmers flying through the air. Most of them bear a blue hawk symbol on the wings. As I stare at the battle that is taking place outside of the palace, Richard barges in.

"Master Cyclonis, the enemy is here!"

"Tell me something I don't know" she growls.

He leaves almost instantly to get to his fighter. Before he fully leaves the room he gives me a hand signal to be airborne with him.

Before I can ask Lark, she already gives me a nod for me to go out there.

I meet up with the rest of the squad at the hanger bay. The Talons are already scrambling to their Switchblades. My fighter is set. The fighters Danger Zone utilizes are shaped like giant tridents heads. The prongs on the side are the blaster cannons are located along with the rocket propulsion system. Each one is colored to the user. Purple for Richard, red for Gareth, blue for Razor and green for me. We load into our designated fighter and then we are off.

We keep in an arrow head formation until we meet the enemy. Within a few short seconds before I even know it, the skies are filling with skimmers and blaster fire. I turn on my radio and the space in my cockpit is filled with radio chatter. I do my best to avoid most of the fighting but eventually I have to break the oath I committed myself to.

While I was in med school I took the oath. I promised to myself to do harm against others. While I shoot to kill, I mainly hunt animals. Never once I have harmed a person. Today I might have to break that oath.

A pit forms in my stomach as I press down on the triggers on my controls to fire the blasters. I shoot down a few blue skimmers by killing the riders.

The harder we fought the more we push the enemy back. Within a few minutes the rebels retreat.

I quickly fly back to the hanger to puke my stomach out. I didn't even have a chance to run to the bathroom. I look down on my hands and stare endlessly. Is this how a person feels when they kill their first person? I turn to see the rest of the squad landing in. I pick myself off the floor to head over to the bathroom.

I've gotten dizzy from getting up to fast. I lurch to and fro as I make my way to the nearest restroom. I rush past the Talons wandering the hall until I found a men's bathroom. I hug the seat in one of the stall as I drain my stomach into it.

I lurch to my side as I finish draining out what's left in my stomach into the toilet. I look at the palms of my hands and stare deep into it. Are these the hands of a killer? Am I destined to kill regardless of my oath?

As I cradle myself back and forth I let my tears roll down my cheeks. Today is the very first day I've taken a person's life. I absolutely hate myself for breaking my medical oath.

As I panic in my head I hear a knock on the door. I slowly get up to walk over to the door. I try to keep my balance together. I open the door with anything but ease. I open to see Richard with a concerned look on his face.

I figured to myself if I could cry on anyone's shoulder and tell them my predicament it would be my cousin Richard. So cry on his shoulder I did. I feel his hand pat me on the back.

"It's alright Mike."

"Richard today I spilled blood and it makes me sick."

"You didn't have to" Richard says sweetly trying to calm me down.

"But I did."

"For the same reason the rest of us still stands."

"Kill" I begin.

"Or be killed" Richard finishes.

"I hate that cardinal rule" I admit.

"So do I" Richard out of the blue admits. "In my entire life I always wanted to be a world renown chef, but this is the life that fate gave me."

"Funny how things work out."

"Yeah; don't you have an operation with the master?"

"Yeah, well I go to get going; see you around Richard."

I walk back to my practice. As I walk I still can't shake the feeling that I've murdered people. When I reach my office Lark is still sitting on the medical bed. I resume my previous action and commence with the surgery.

I wrap a rubber band around my arm. I tighten it so it could stop the circulation in my arm. I set aside an empty IV bag so I can fill it with my blood. I stick the needle in and let my contracting muscles do the work. I count the seconds as the bag fills. I counted forty three and the bag is full. I remove the needle so I can close up the tiny hole in my arm.

I go over to Lark and do the same. Instead of accidentally taking most of her health blood I use a spell I learned from one of my tutors to only concentrate the dead blood cells into the bag.

As the last ounce of dead blood cells enters the bag, I quickly replace the needle so my blood could enter her. As soon the bag contents enter her blood stream, I quickly cover up the tiny hole in her arm.

When she stood up, she becomes light headed quickly and faints. I catch her just in time. I gently lay her against the floor as I check the bags. I gasp as I can't believe the sizes. I drain a pint from me but she drained out three pints. This is bad.

I rush back to her and being to carry her to her chambers. I brought a couple more IV bags to start an IV drip to keep her well. I panic as I enter her room. I may have potentially set my Master or dare I say it: my love in a comatose state. I lay her down on the bed and stick the IV bag needles into arm.

I sob at her side. Forty percent, forty percent of her blood was dead. I only gave back to her half of that. She could not wake up from this. I vow that every day I will stay by her side until she wakes up.

(Richard POV)

I walk through the slums. I prowl and scurry avoiding any open encounters. I keep at it until I reach my destination. An abandoned shipyards housing nothing but scrap metal. I meet with my current contract before the contract I made with Cyclonis. We are both hooded but we can identify each other.

"Aerrow, that was very sudden."

"I was just making sure you are doing your part."

"Because of your abrupt action today my cousin is in shock."

"I'm sure they can shake it off."

"I'm referring to Michael; he is the only one who doesn't know about our secret contract; now this day he spilled blood."

"Just get the job done."

"Right kill Cyclonis when she is alone."

We nod and we make our separate ways. I quietly slink back into the shadow so I can use the shadow as a doorway for me to pass through. I quickly find myself in my room with the others waiting. I hate waiting.

"Boys we are killing Cyclonis tonight."

(Michael POV)

I sense a dark feeling creep under my skin. I look down to see the shadow converging towards me. I don't feel Richard's presence here, he normally do these things. I try to scream for help. The darkness consumes me leaving no sound to exit my body. Not even the quiet sound of breathing.