I walked along with Joseph and Jotaro, my eyes scanning the streets. Avdol had left before we awoke, leaving a note saying the he was going to try and find Polnareff. I couldn't help but feel insulted about that. I could have helped, but I knew my brother was just concerned for my safety. High Priestesses reading came through and motioned to Jotaro and Joseph.
"This way," I said turning down an ally. "His signature points this way." I stepped out of the ally and my heart stopped. There, on the ground in a pool of blood, lay Avdol. I tore away from Jotaro and Joseph and ran to his side, crying his name as I flung myself down next to him, my skirts soaking up his blood.
"No," I gasped. "No, Muhammed!" I touched the wound on his forehead, finding it rather shallow, but no less dangerous. I lifted a shaking, blood stained hand to his lips and waited.
"He's breathing!" I cried as I felt a puff of air on my fingers. Joseph and Jotaro were beside me in an instant.
"We'll call the Speedwagon Foundation," Joseph declared, running to near-by pay phone. Jotaro jumped up and darted into a store, coming out a few moments later with rolls of bandages. He helped me tear Avdols coat off and bandage his fore-head as well as the wound in his back we discovered. Avdol groaned in pain, but I just hushed him, begging him to stay alive. Joseph returned and helped us, telling us the Speedwagon Foundation would arrive soon. I wept as I cradled my brother's head in my lap, bending over him and kissing his cheeks.
When the Speedwagon Foundation arrive, Jotaro grabbed me around my waist and pulled me away so they could work. I struggled against him, trying to see around his massive arm.
"He'll be okay," Jotaro assured. I stopped fighting, looking up at the man before me. I nodded, sobbing softly. I reached up, trying to wipe my tears away with my gore covered hands but only managed to smear blood on my face.
"Good Grief," Jotaro mumbled and pulled out a handkerchief, batting my hands away and cleaning my face. I gave him a watery smile, my eyes darting to where the medical team were. I watched as they lifted Avdol onto a stretcher and made ready to take him away. I pulled away from Jotaro and darted to Avdol's side, making the EMT's pause. I bent down, pressing a kiss to Avdol's cheek and tucking my veil into his hand.
"You are not allowed to die," I whispered to my brother. He groaned, his lashes fluttering as he tried to open his eyes.
"I forbid it," I said. "You have to come back to us." His lips twitched in a small smile and Jotaro pulled me away so the EMT's could load him into their van.
"He'll be okay," Jotaro assure again. I only nodded my head, sniffling and rubbing my eyes.
"Good grief," Jotaro swore. "Stop that! You're just smearing blood on your face." He wiped my face again before taking my hands and attempting to clean them. I laughed at this despite myself, feeling like I was a dirty child being attended by a exasperated parent.
"Come on," Joseph said as the van began to drive away. "Let's find the others." Jotaro and I nodded in agreement and followed him. I tried to quiet my sobs, biting my lip as we walked until the tender flesh began to bleed. I felt a massive arm drap carefully over my shoulders and looked up. Jotaro was staring straight ahead, his cap pulled down low but I could see a glimmer of green that told me his eyes were on me.
"If the old man say's Avdol is going to be okay, then he's going to be okay," he said in a dull voice. I smiled.
"Thank you, Jotaro," I said. The corner of his mouth twitched and he bowed his head slightly.
"We should keep this a secret," Joseph said over his shoulder. "If we let Dio think that Avdol is dead, he can recover in peace. We won't tell Polnareff. He's terrible at keeping secrets and from this moment on, we don't mention it, even amongst ourselves. There's no telling who could be listening."
"I understand," I said.
We arrived at another street where Kakyoin and Polnareff both stood, covered in blood. A man with blond hair ran towards Jotaro who punched him, causing him to go flying back.
"Mr. Joestar! Jotaro!" Polnareff exclaimed. His cobalt gaze fell on me and he turned his head away, trying to mask his pained expression.
"We already know about Avdol," Joseph said solemnly. "Though it was a simple funeral, his body has been buried." I looked down at my blood stained hands and felt a sob escape me. Polnareff reached out to me, pulling me close and enveloping my in a warm hug.
"I'm so sorry," he said. I nodded against his chest, gripping his shirt.
"The one who stabbed Mr. Avdol in the back was the man with two right hands," Kakyoin explained. "But the cause of death was Hol Horse's bullet." I pulled back from Polnareff and turned to face the man.
"Then I say we carry out his sentence," I purred. "I wounder how much I can change his DNA." High Priestess Blue appeared behind me, one elegant hand parting from the other as she reached for the man on the ground.
"I can turn him inside out, remove his lungs, put his heart in his foot..." I cooed as he tried to scramble away. "...maybe. I'm not too good with using my powers on others. Oh well. Let's see..." I grunted as something slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. A young girl clung to my legs, calling for Hol Horse to escape.
"Get off me, you idiot!" I hissed, pushing at her. Polnareff reached down and hauled her off of me with a glare.
"What are you doing?" he shouted. I turned what I heard Hol Horse's laughter and saw him riding away. I glared at the woman, but it was too late.
"Don't be angry," Joseph said. "She was being used. She's just another victim." I sighed and nodded in understanding. I looked over at Polnareff who was watching Hol Horse as he rode further and further from us until his was just a speck on the horizon.
"We have to hurry on ahead," Joseph said. "We can't worry about him. It's already been fifteen days since we left Japan."
Polnareff sighed and bent down, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. I patted my skirt, brushing the dust off of the already ruined cloth. I didn't see how some dust mattered when the thing was stained with blood, but I allowed him to fuss over me.
"Dammit," he said, looking away. "Well, I guess it can't be helped." He walked away from us, stopping a few feet away and turning back around. We all watching him curiously, wandering what he meant.
"All right," he declared. "Let's resume our trip to Egypt. Listen up! In order to defeat Dio, our hearts have to be as one. We can't go off on our own. That's when he'll come after us. Okay?"
I chuckled long with Jotaro and Kakyoin.
"Let's get a move on," Polnareff said.
"I'm coming with you," I declared.
"It will be dangerous," Kakyoin warned.
"I'm aware," I said. "But I can take care of myself. Besides, I need to avenge Muhammad." Polnareff paused and turned, walking back to me. He took my hands, stooping down slightly so I didn't have to look up at him.
"I will help you avenge Avdol," he swore. "And I will make sure no harm comes to you. It is because of me that he's dead..."
"No," I began, but Polnareff shook his head.
"Don't argue," he chastised with a pained smile before kissing the back of my bloody hands.
