Love is an Enigma
Act Five: Being Bound
Blood filled the air. It was fresh, warm, and absolutely nauseating. Mist put a hand to her mouth, gagging at the smell.
The doorway was empty.
Micaiah relaxed, her eyes shone a dull gold. She was exhausted, overcome with dizziness. If only she could control it…
A pained cough.
Then, suddenly, they heard the sound of something dragging across the floor. It sent shivers down Mist's spine as she stood there, watching a figure stumble out from behind the door. The brunette had expected a corpse to fall forward, but a look of horror took over as she glimpsed a shade of purple that was simply unmistakable.
Micaiah could feel the bile rise up in her stomach as she saw her gruesome handiwork. "Mia…"
"H-hey." The woman still had that stupid grin plastered on her face. She looked pale, sickly.
As the seconds passed, she was dying.
Mia staggered forward, coming out from behind the counter. She leaned heavily against the wall for support, a gun loosely clutched in one hand, the other pressed against the gaping hole in her chest. The wall was smeared with blood, streaming down towards the floor.
It was a hole. Through and through right above her heart. Blood gushed out like a dark fountain, spilling out. As she walked, the splash of red liquid followed her heavy footsteps.
Micaiah looked on in horror, her hands beginning to shake uncontrollably. "M-Mia."
"Hah…Looks like you missed." She struggled to keep that smile on her face, agonizing pain ripping through her chest. Her lips were twitching, turning a pale blue. "You better…work on your aim…" With that, her eyes shut, and her knees buckled underneath her. Her gun fell to the floor with a clatter and her body followed with a thud.
Then, there was silence.
It crashed down on the silver haired girl in waves. In just a split second, her heart was rent in two. She could feel the pain, the pain that she had caused Mia. It burned, right above her heart.
"Micaiah, do something! She's dying!"
Things were blurry as Micaiah blinked away the tears. Mist was crouched down beside the fallen girl, fingers pressed against her neck, feeling for a pulse. A pool of red slowly seeped out from Mia's lifeless form.
She couldn't move, just couldn't move. There was nothing she could do even if she gathered up the courage to look into those lifeless emerald orbs. They would be dull, void of life.
"She's still alive! Help her!" The brunette had tears streaming down her face, her hands stained with Mia's blood as she tried to stop the profuse bleeding. However, it just kept flowing, the girl's heart pumping the blood right onto the floor.
"What do you want me to do?" It was not more than a whisper, her teeth grated together as the words escaped her lips. "She's as good as dead."
Micaiah gasped as she heard this. The voice was not her own, but it was her lips that were moving, her golden eyes that narrowed in disgust.
"If only humans weren't so weak, so fragile…."
No, this wasn't her.
"Maybe then they'd last a little longer."
Stop it.
"I would do it again if I had the chance. Just to see the pain on her face, to smell her blood in the air." She licked her lips unconsciously, a sudden thirst overcoming her.
She could feel her body moving on its own. She was approaching Mia, the power building in her hands. They shone with an intense light, her lips upturned into a smile.
No. Stop!
"There is an order to all chaos and this order is death." The cold voice spoke again and Micaiah could feel her hands shaking.
Mia was going to die.
"Micaiah! Stop!" Mist screamed, throwing herself at the crazed girl.
The brunette was cast aside, hitting the wall with a thud. Now, there were no more distractions.
Do it. Kill her.
The voice was no longer in control, but it echoed in the expanse of her mind, an alluring voice that stirred the bloodlust within her. She could feel the magic building up in her hand, pointed straight at the prostrate girl.
"No!"
There was a blinding light as Micaiah wrenched her hand away. The force slammed her body against the wall. She gave out a pained cry, the impact crushing her arm. Pain reverberated through her head. Then, the voice was gone.
Her breath was shallow as she struggled to breathe.
Her mind spun as she tried to focus on Mia's form, the girl lying in a pool of her own blood. Micaiah blunked as her mind went blank. The pain disappeared, her thoughts evaporated. She made her way over to the bloody mess, kneeling beside Mia as she stretched out her hands overtop the wound. Her body moved of its own accord as a green glow emanated from her hands.
She whispered something so softly that she herself could barely catch the words. "Sacrifice."
Her eyes rolled back as she let out a piercing scream. She could feel the life being sucked out of her, the green glow growing stronger as it encompassed the injured girl. It swirled around the wound, weaving in and out as it pulsated, strong and stronger. Slowly, as if a miracle happened, the skin startws to repair itself. The blood vessels, the muscles were all regenerating. In almost no time at all, where the yawning hole used to be, fresh, new skin appeared, flawless. There was no sign of damage.
The glow disappeared and Micaiah slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, gasping for air. Her heart thudded heavily against her ribcage, her chest burned with a searing fire. Then, the next moment, it was gone. The white hot pain disappeared, as if it was never there.
Again, Micaiah was met with silence. Her head was still ringing with her scream, her eyes stinging from the blinding light. Other than that, she never felt better. It was a strange feeling, but she felt…liberated. It was as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders.
Abruptly, she caught movement in the corner of her eye.
As soon as she turned, she found herself staring down the barrel of a very long gun.
"Mia?"
The girl in question blinked. Her glare softened and suddenly, she was very confused. Her hair was dishevelled, matted with blood. Her clothes were near unrecognizable, dyed a dark red. Mia frowned as she traced the frayed fabric that stretched across the upper left of her suit. It was beyond redeemable to Mia's dismay.
"Aw, darn. This was one of my favourites too." Mia looked down as she examined the hole, poking at the fabric with a disappointed look on her face. "Micaiah, you better buy me anoth-"
Mia's words were smothered as Micaiah launched herself at the puzzled woman. She wrapped her arms tightly around her lover's waist, her head buried in her shoulder, tears flowing unashamedly down her face. "Mia! Mia, I thought I…killed you!"
Mia was dumbstruck and still very much confused. "Uhh…there, there? I'm alive and well as you can see, so don't cry." She returned the embrace, running a soothing hand through her silver locks.
"I-I don't know what came over me! I'm horrible. I almost killed you! I'm a monster! I don't deserve-Mmph!" Micaiah struggled to get her words out, but Mia effectively silenced her with a kiss. She dipped her down low, holding her hands in place.
They parted soon after that, Micaiah spluttering on the floor. Her tears still hadn't stopped.
"Gah! That tasted like blood!" Micaiah looked up, her bottom lip quivering. "Your blood! See, I'm the worst! I caused you all this pain, all this suffering, all this blood!" The silver haired girl was hysterical as she pointed to the thick pool of blood that surrounded them, the bloodied hand prints on the wall and the blood that smeared onto their clothes.
Mia sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. A kiss usually solved all their arguments, but this time, it made things worse. The violet haired girl thought long and hard for a solution, but her mind was clouded with desire. She stared at her silver haired partner, her lips quivering, her eyes welling with tears. It was a rare scene to see such a vulnerable beauty and Mia had the indescribable urge to…
Just as Mia was going to jump the still babbling Micaiah, Mist stirred. She sat up by the wall, groaning as she rubbed her aching head. "You two are still arguing…?"
Micaiah's tears had quelled for the time being and Mia stopped in her tracks. The purple haired girl didn't really want to have a witness to what she was about to do to the unsuspecting Micaiah.
"I thought I was dreaming, but I was happy to hear that things were back to normal… Now, I don't even know what normal is." The brunette frowned, gingerly touching the gash on the back of her head, a trail of blood dripping down the side of her face.
"Oh my gosh. Mist, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Micaiah got up hurriedly, rushing to Mist's side. Instinctively, she brought her hands to Mist's wound, her hands glowing that mysterious green again.
"Ah!" Mist backed away quickly, a look of horror on her face. After all the violence she had witnessed from Micaiah's glowing hands, she wanted no more.
"No, no! Don't worry. This won't hurt." Micaiah inched closer, grabbing hold of Mist as she spread her magic across the gash.
"Please! Spare me!" Mist cowered, trying to bat away Micaiah's hands frantically.
"Hey, Mist, you've stopped bleeding, you know." It was Mia who said this in a mocking tone. She leaned back comfortably, observing the scene.
With that, the green glow disappeared. Mist's hands flew up to her head, her fingers running through her hair as she checked for any signs of further damage. To her surprise, the tear was gone, the skin had healed and there wasn't even as much a scar left.
"What the…" The brunette was confused beyond belief, but it slowly began to register in her mind.
"You're welcome." Micaiah smiled sweetly. "Yours was a lot easier to fix than Mia's was…that really hurt." She shuddered, remembering the burning sensation as a chill rippled through her body.
"I don't know about anyone else, but I'd really like a change of clothes. Maybe a shower too while I'm at it." Mia cocked her head to the side, smiling widely.
"And, I don't know if you have noticed, but we're in the middle of a hostage situation here." Mist returned the smile, her teeth ground together in frustration.
"Sheesh…Give me a break. I deal with this kinda stuff on a daily basis. Besides, I just returned from near death. At the very least, I deserve a shower." The purple haired woman crossed her arms tightly against her chest. "With all this blood, the terrorists'll be able to smell us from down the street…" She rolled her eyes, but her words held a drop of truth.
"Okay, fine. However, there's one condition." Mist suddenly turned red. "You cannot take a shower with Micaiah."
Micaiah blinked, a blush coloring her pale cheeks. "Oh, I hadn't even thought of that."
"There's no time to waste. Just get your shower over with, so we can start preparations." The brunette stormed off, heading toward the storage room. "Ten minutes!" she yelled back.
"So." Mia shifted her eyes around mischievously, a wide grin creeping onto her face. "Wanna do it?"
"In the shower?" Micaiah asked innocently, biting her lip.
"Think about it. We are going to be running head first into a terrorist organization after, so whaddya say?" Mia was all about seriousness, but she couldn't help but crack a grin while she was being serious.
"Think you can make me..." The silver haired girl mouthed the words the words that followed, a warm blush creeping onto her cheeks. "In only ten minutes?" She smiled devilishly. Suddenly, she didn't care much about the circumstances anymore.
"I'll make you scream my name until you lose your voice." Mia winked, taking Micaiah's hand as they tiptoed into Mist's upstairs bathroom.
Everything was pitch black as she slowly came to. She could feel the rough fabric bound tightly over her eyes. Even without her sight, she could smell something hanging heavily in the air. It was a mix between copper and antiseptic.
In a way, it reminded her of the hospital, of the blood and the sterility.
She opened her mouth, but her lips were glued shut, a stickiness that spread to her cheeks. It was hard to breath and every second that passed, she could feel the panic mounting tumultuously. Her breaths came in quick gasps, greedily trying to take in the scarce oxygen. Her body began to thrash around, her arms struggling to free themselves. However, she could feel the rope chaff against her arms and her calves as she struggled. The chair rocked slightly, knocking against the wall behind her.
With muffled screams, she yelled for help, the tears of hot frustration streaming down her face.
"Scream all you want. I'm afraid no one's gonna hear you." It was a cold distant voice that echoed in the room. It sounded strangely familiar, but her head was still pounding, her senses muffled.
"I'm sorry for this rough treatment, Ms. Elincia, but you are our hostage, our primary trading piece."
A/N: Swamped with mid-term exams nowww. I have no idea how I found the time to write this. Wait...that's exactly it. I DIDN'T have time. That's why this chapter is filler. I should really stick to one-shots...because I have neither the attention span nor the patience to carry on a multi chp.
Aside from that, I hope you enjoyed this and please review if you feel inclined to!