Chapter Ten: Those old memories.
The metal arm brace felt heavier then she remembered it being before. It was like a stone, despite it only being sized down carefully to suit her thin arm perfectly, with only the metal slim poles crossing neatly across her knuckles and fingers to the open holes where the serum would come out to heal the patient she aimed it at. Once it was on (she had preferred it to be her right arm as she found it better to shoot with her left while being able to hold it with both hands), she flexed her fingers and felt the cool nips of the metal touch her skin gently. Her cheeks were pale in the light of the room, the shimmering sunshine peering through the open windows of the maintenance room and burned onto the back of Healer. It didn't burn more so, in fact it was more refreshing to her to feel it kiss against her skin with such softness she just wanted to lie in it for ages and never leave. She would watch it brush it's rays over tummy, down to her legs until it stretched out fully and left her in the cooling shade to chill herself from it's hot sensation it would buzz through her, and then after that she would look out the window and watch it play peek-a-boo behind the hills.
The thought was hard to bear. A better time. A far away time it seemed-in her mind at least-a time and memory she couldn't get back anymore as it had already played it's part, and even though the memory did it's best to ram itself into her core, she refused to let it break her and bit her tongue hard.
''Arm brace is stable.'' Victor announced, his hands checking the clamps that wrapped around her arm. ''I bet jou missed za feeling of it?''
He smiled, but Healer wasn't paying attention. Her eyes played tag with the shade in the corners of the room. Only her eyes stayed still-motionless and plain. ''Ja.'' She forced.
''Vell, it von't be used much. Jou'll need this more then anysing.'' Victor spoke professionally as always before walking over to a table behind her.
On it, was a gun with a black coloured body; On the side was a red medical symbol with a pair of angel wings that sprouted out wildly in a glorious white glow. The gun was long, with a large cylinder like ammo holder at the bottom filled with tiny little needles filled with a deadly acid she used against the enemy team. It would shoot at like a race car, penetrating it's next victim and set them into a acid blaze that would burn and tear there skin until it was exposed and leaving them with a smell that reminded her of mottled, melted flesh that was left out for to long. It wasn't ideal, but she learned to grow with the idea of it being something that she got to see up close in the field. Next, was her melee weapon. It wasn't anything special but she held it dear, ever since Medic gave it to her as a welcome gift when she first joined.
''It vill protect jou vhen jou have it in the right erected position.'' Medic spoke closely in her ear. ''Jou stab zhem vith it, mark jour incision and flick this switch and volts vill be sent right through zhem. It vill certainly stun za spy's von't it?''
''It vill, Doctor. Danke!'' Healer squealed, her arms wrapping around side, her body pressing gently into his and her cheek just close enough so she could feel his warmth and his intoxicating scent of fresh linen. Her hand wanted to reach further, until they were both around his shoulders and there eyes meet up directly. She only wanted to stare into those bright Sapphire jewels of his, just to catch a glimpse she could never quite get enough of. She wanted to stay glued like that-frozen almost-near him with his scent o drown herself in and his hands to glide over hers again like they did when they put the electrified bone saw into her soft palms. He would never notice it though; His mind was always pre-occupied by something else and whenever she wanted to reach out, she restrained herself from doing so and wrapped a rope around her neck mentally, merely dangling by it on the edge of the chair she so wanted to jump off and hope his hands were there to catch her.
Lost so deeply in the pit of memories she rifled through, she didn't hear the clicking of Victor's fingers snapping angrily and his face not to far from her own.
''Are jou listening?'' He snapped.
''Vat?'' Healer replied, dazed. She shook her head and spotted Milo in the corner, and behind him, there was Eister lurking in the shadows. He had a hard glare that froze Healer on the spot she stood in, her hands behind her back and her even though they weren't in view, she could feel him tying them up with his own eyes. Her kept a hard gaze on her while Victor tutted angrily.
''If jou carry on being dismissive, I von't let jou go. I'll go myself instead.'' Victor said, wrapping a white band around her left arm and pulling it tightly until she winced at the grip it had. He simply smiled, his eyes devouring Healer's own pair.
''Sorry, Ii vas just Zhinking of za route jou should me to take.'' Healer lied. ''I vant it to be spot on.''
''Vell, for once jou actually vant to please me.'' Victor chuckled. ''Jour veapons. Use jour gun if only necessary and mainly focus on jour melee instead. Zhis is meant to be a quite task.''
''Fine, master.'' Healer mocked, though Victor took it the wrong way and let his ego take control.
''Vere keeping zhat nickname.'' He said.
''Nein it vas only a-''
''Enough. Milo, are jou ready?''
Victor turned to Milo who stood near the shelf's, hands intertwined and his eyes darted around the room like pinballs in a pinball machine. Healer huffed angrily, loud and clear enough that it managed to get the attention of Eister; He seemed wired by her gaze, a thin pressed line in his neutral lips that she could never seem to remove from her thoughts. He had rested his own hands behind his back, his chest puffed out as he stood up tall and watched Victor show Milo a piece of white paper with neatly drawn lines and arrows pointing to large little black buildings. A large bridge was in the centre and underneath that, a long red arrow starting from the very bottom right corner of the page all the way underneath the bridge and through the tunnel where it finished with a bent pointer.
''Za red arrow jou must follow, understood?'' Victor ordered, his eyes paralysing Milo's soft ones with dominance.
''Ja. Understood V-Victor.'' He replied wryly.
''Gut. Healer vill lead, jou vatch her back and make sure she doesn't try anything. If she does-'' Victor glanced back at Healer who had been listening closely, her eyes burning holes into his back with a raised a brow-,''Vell, vee already spoke about zhat didn't vee?''
Milo hesitated. He nodded after a little pause, his eyes lowering to the floor.
''Vat is zhat jou discussed vith him?'' Eister slipped in.
His eyes kept lingering along the gaze of Healer's own, a soft stitched frown plastered onto his lips as he stepped out of the shadows and into the light. He flinched when he did almost as if he was some vampiric being afraid he would burn under it's luminous gaze it had on him. Healer was entangled however; His skin seemed brighter-almost as if it was glowing softly-and she could see a better picture of him. So much better, that she had noticed a scar under his neck that crawled up and sat just on the edge of his jaw delicately. The skin had mottled together to form a tight stitch and there was no spot of rawness to it-so it had to have been an old scar from something. Or someone.
''Never mind zhat, Eister, I'll tell jou vhen zhey are both out of za vay.'' Victor smiled, folding the page over neatly and tucking it into the medical bag Healer wore around her shoulders.
She had been stocked up with painkillers-for if they did get seen by a Sniper and needed it for quick access-, bandages, scissors and a bobby-pin which she had questioned until Victor explained what it was for.
''To pick za lock Schweinhund.'' He curtly said.
''Vell, I didn't expect zhem to give me za key vhen I asked, dummkopf.'' Healer retorted, narrowing her eyes to slits at Victor.
''Jou're pushing it.''
When they were all packed up and ready to go, the sky had stained into a colour dark blue with speckled dots of white stars powdered gently into it's canvass, streams of clouds floating past the gazing moon above them with it's silver shimmer sparkling in there eyes. Healer could feel the once dull thudding nerves of excitement tingle louder in her stomach like butterflies eager to rip her open and shoot out of her for freedom. Her fingers shook with her legs as they walked together down the hall, Milo beside her and Victor and Eister standing behind them in unison like soldiers onward to fight. Healer was no stranger to this type of walk as she had done it so many times before back at her base; In there order like usual with Heavy standing in back with Medic and her beside him, Demo and Soldier to the far corner and Scout and Spy challenging the hall in there ego drenched attitude, and finally Sniper and Pyro distantly presented bust still near enough to smile at each other. Her heart wretched slight at the memory and her footing went AWOL slightly, her feet nearly tripping over as her eyes got lost in the fog.
She could feel eyes on her back but she didn't know who's eyes they were-Eister's or Victor's-whom she hoped it wasn't either of them because she wasn't in the right mind set to bother fighting back anymore. She had no clue what she was going for and she had no idea why Victor had allowed her to be set out after being cooped up for what seemed like ages, and she wasn't going to go and ruin that freedom she had been granted either by being narky.
However, the walk didn't seem like a walk of freedom, but more of a walk of shame and unknowingness that tainted and stained Healer's mind in hue's of black and grey. Milo walked beside her with a soft smile on his cheeks, hair tussled slightly with his curls bouncing gently and his specks sitting neatly on his nose. He looked as afraid as Healer felt on the inside-lost and lonely and afraid. Neither of them were afraid of the fight, Healer knew what there was to it, but it was because they both were going in together without the fight being obvious. It was going to be blindfolded to the RED and BLU team what Healer was doing, and in her pit of her stomach she felt so guilty it started to make her stomach rumble in fear.
Once they breached a large room with a single black door with large bay windows peering out to the scenery below, Healer felt her heart move up into her throat further then she liked and her mind was tangled in thoughts. The room however, was lit up with small candles in little cups with the flames dancing delicately on the wax's smooth body. The walls were polished down and freshly painted to a oak brown colour that looked glossy and shiny. A pair of chairs sat in the left part of the room while to the back centre of it was a single reception desk where an abandoned chair and broken terminal sat. The main screen had been smashed right through, the glass still left in it's hollow caved in insides and the button no longer beeping like it once did.
''I take it jou never come up here zhen?'' Healer asked inaudibly to herself, eyes wandering of the body of the walls smooth edges in wonder. ''But yet, jou manage to keep za walls so clean.''
''Are jou a mercenary or a cleaner?'' Victor coldly said.
He walked to the side of her and grabbed her head, pulling it towards his own and brushing some hair out of his way behind her ear and begun to fiddle with the ear piece she wore.
''A Doctor, to be precise.'' Healer corrected, wanting to knee him right there and then.
''Vat a gut vay to respond.'' Eister chimed in, admirable at Healer's retort. ''But jou know jou are building up bonuses for him.''
''Vat do jou mean, 'bonuses'.?'' She said the word in quotation marks with a dulled expression, a finger sharply pressing against the bone of her ear.
''It means zhat za more jou complain and act rude, Zhen za more I get to add to the list of vays to punish jou.'' Victor supplied, smiling as he did so and clicking a latch on the back of the black ear piece that clung to her ear like a snake. She felt his fingers press a button, then what felt like a small back being opened made her wonder if he was fixing it or implanting it into her head instead.
''I should learn to be more polite zhen.'' Healer admitted; Though, if they didn't hear the lying tone contouring her tongue then they were dumber then she thought. ''And maybe I could vork of zhat list of punishments.''
Milo laughed slightly at her sarcastic tone, his hands gripping his medical satchel around his waist and his eyes watching intensively at what Victor was doing. Eister had taken refugee near the shadows again, his leg crossed over the other and his eyes glistening through the streams of dust colliding against his smooth skin that had dimmed in colour.
''Milo, don't laugh. Jou'll only fuel her eagerness to annoy me some more.'' Victor snapped, pulling out a scalpel from his pocket and raising it to the device.
''Woah!'' Healer exclaimed when she saw it, her legs dragging her backwards only to be tugged back in Victor's strong grasp. He always seemed to have that hold on her whatever he was doing, and despite many attempts to escape it never worked. ''What are jou doing vith zhat!?''
Her hands held up in surrender, almost ready to grab her gun or saw and swiped him with it.
''Easy, I vas only going to cut za wire zhat made za RED team able to hear jou.'' Victor calmed, his hands turning her head like a robot and returning back to what he was doing.
Once done, he removed the red wire that was connected into the small panel where they were safely tucked away before shutting it back up and putting the scalpel away. He concluded himself and retired to the back of the room, his hands behind his back as he shot a stern expression at Healer and Milo included.
''Of any of jou mess zhis up, I vill know.'' He warned, a glare so hard Milo could barely hear himself think.
Healer had become accustom to it with what encounters she had with him previously, well, what she could remember anyway that was. Healer stood near the door, the cool breeze whipping underneath it's frame delicately nipping at her ankles and thighs-she had only hoped and dreamed of her white fitted scrubs she would often retire to when she wanted something warmer to wear.
Instead, she sucked it up, dealt with it, and took a long hard stare to the door that she was entitled to opening first as she was the leader.
''And don't even zhink about heading anyvhere jour not meant to. I swear if jou do-''
''Victor.'' Eister cooed. ''Zhey understand, don't jou?''
Eister had risen from his refuge to the light again, and as perfection could stand, the moonlight blared down upon him and made every inch of him glow with a tone that didn't match his dark soul. It made him see contoured over, hiding what he really was and Healer couldn't help but stare at him lurking behind Victor so monstrously and coldly staring her down.
''It's understood.'' Healer said, assuring them-more so herself-that she wouldn't dare try anything.
''Gut. Zhen get going.'' Eister ordered, gesturing with a bend of his neck for them to leave.
They both did so without another word to split the heavy weighted tension in the room. But when Healer touched the rusted handle and felt it's skin crack and wither away, she couldn't help but think of something that made a familiar noise; A sickening squelching feeling, cracking of something and then a sound of metal sheering together made her force herself past it and into a wooden walk way.
The breeze was a train hit to her face and body; Gloriously, she felt salutation come with it's urge to just drop to the floor and roll around in the dirt and cover herself in it's rough textures, or run her fingers through the green luxurious mane of the grass around them or simply-just simply- feel the sensation of freedom ringing between her ears and above her head and all the way through her. The coldness tingled through her, ice beginning to form up her nose and through her veins where it settled and chilled her like a frost in a storm. She wanted it to just freeze her there on the spot. To just make her uncooperative and worthless and let her be with the freedom of the howling wind that roared in her ears and the tickle of the wind's fingers on hers.
Milo was concerned as he was already halfway down the wooden steps that curled around a tall concrete wall that went up into a straight square like shape. His hand rested on the railing, one leg up and one leg on the bottom step and his eyes invading her peace.
''Are jou OK Miss?'' He asked shyly.
''Ja.'' Healer replied, stunned by the sound of her voice sounding so blustered. ''I-I mean I'm fine. Let's get moving...''
Her voice trailed off as she caught a glimpse through fully widened eyes at what was around her; In the centre, just below slightly was her base. It was all lit up like a pleasure beach, lights on in the BLU team's base that wasn't to far and the tall brown structures still rattling like usual. Closer to her, just slightly close enough for her to be able to jump onto one of the mill's roofs and perch herself there, was her base. The RED team's base...Her eyes were frozen, glued to the scenery and lost in it's quite and peaceful state. It looked so different from up high, so different that she barely recognized the back of it's brown exteriors of the tall, smooth structures and the cable wires running marathons around it. In the far, just on the right side of a structure near the bottom was a mottled and chipped window. A light was on and her heart was in overdrive at the shadow she could see moving around in it's quarters and her head spun around and around with the fact-the soul fact-that it was her and Medic's lab that was lit up.
Oh my. She thought. He's really there. Stop being so stupid, Hhealer. Bitte!
The metal fence rattled loudly in the soft breeze pushing her along, her footing getting lost again and she had to grab the railing in a tight grip before she could fall over it. It was dark below her, like a bottomless pit of monsters and eerie shadows but really, it was just the little speckles of greenery they had at the back of the base in Teufort.
''M-Miss, vee should really be going.'' Milo ushered nervously, his lip being abused by his teeth gently.
''Vee should. Let's go.'' Healer spoke, and it was as if her vocal chords had got to excited they sounded all buzzed up like a bee. Seeing her old base-a place that brought her security to some extent with no puns intended on her part-a place she finally managed to find some solace in. It was a weird hazy solace, one she never felt when she was down there but looking at it from afar, she yearned for it's peaceful walls to engulf her and the lights to blind her under there gaze and for her team's hands to hug her again. What struck her the most was that the building she was in was perched right behind them-right underneath there noses and they had not even noticed! Iit was hidden well however and Healer took note of it. There were leaves wrapping around the neck of the railings while near the door were branches that veined over the windows and crawled along there dusted panes. A hidden tomb. A hidden glorified bloody paradise. How could she had not know it was there?
Hope. When had she ever felt that since coming to the industry?
The pair made there way down the metal steps carefully, there feet being extra steady enough to not accidently trip over the ivy crawling around like snakes beneath them and there hands running along the bar with a easeful trot. Healer felt the staircase wobble with each step she took and it made her feel as it if was going to tumble on them and sent them flying-but thankfully-they got down in one piece and perched themselves near a stump and some bushes. Healer took a moment to gain her strength despite the adrenaline flocking through her, while Milo read the map that Victor had given them to use to find the spot they needed to get to. Healer knew her way around her like her back hand, but she understood why Victor had such a thing drawn up because unmissably, he didn't want them getting caught and sabotaging the mission.
''Jou need some help?'' Healer asked.
''Nein, I zhink I got it.'' Milo replied, his fingers shaking with the map vibrating from his movements.
Healer frowned for him. He was such an innocent soul that seeing Victor put him through this made it feel unfair. He was only going to stutter his way there and then squeak at everything that moaned, groaned or even barked (not that there was any dogs around here), and even if Healer did try to warn her team or her whereabouts, she was sure that Milo would feel afraid for himself and her.
''Hey, I'm not Victor jou know.'' Healer spoke after a heavy silence.
''Wh-What?'' He stuttered, running his finger along the dotted lines and making sure not to derail it.
''Back in the lab. Back vhen jou had to put me in za chair? Jou said somesing to me about-'Zhat I should stop because it hurts'?-', but jou did nosing wrong.''
Milo ignored eye contact with Healer, a nail being attacked by his teeth as he continued to stare at the map with a hard glare that would surely burn it into flames if he could.
''Milo bitte-''
''Nein!'' Milo snapped in a hissed tone, a hand up to surrender, ''Bitte Miss. I don't vant to talk about it. Can vee just get on vith za mission? I-I zhink zhat vould be gut...''
Milo folded the map up and placed it back into Healer's arms gently before walking off through the nestled intertwined forests that Healer hoped would swallow her whole and take her to another fantasy land where she could lie in the sunshine and let it kiss her skin until it was tanned to a golden hue.
When they arrived by the metal fence, Healer ducked her head up and checked the wooden flooring deck to see if anyone was lurking around on guard. Normally, no one ever really was. They'd often just sit in the little room together and laugh of there failure-or argue-or when they got a victory they would celebrate and blare out music just to annoy the BLU team some more. Healer loved it. It gave her a sense of being surrounded and smothered with love that she had never thought she feel in her hands. But here it was right in front of her, her heart sinking lower into the pit of her stomach when she realised that she wasn't allowed to see them.
Shoving the thoughts aside, Healer pulled a bobby pin out of her bag and begun to pick the lock. Milo watched intrigued at how she used the metal shiv like object to balance the pin out while turning it and listening for a noise, her tongue pressed against her cheek as she focused for that sweet noise. She could barely hear it over the booming off her heart and the blood filling her ears, but eventually the lock managed to break and the fence opened with a frightful metal screech.
Healer froze as well as Milo, there bodies tucked into the corner of the base where Healer put her hand against it's smooth edge just to feel some sort of affection come from it. However, she was sure she was going inside-Who in their right minded state tries to connect with a building? She found her inner conversations to be something that put a spring into her step whenever she was off duty or managed to skim a bream from fixing up bones or bruises or cuts. It seemed to be a joy for once-because she never liked being in her mind for to long-for she didn't want to get lost in thoughts that tore her apart and left her broken.
''OK. Come on!'' Healer hissed, waving Milo through and stepping onto the wooden flooring.
Milo stayed close behind her, his eyes darting around the structure with a fearful and traumatised look to his complexion and desperately looking out for any trouble that would cause a problem to there mission. He wanted it to be clean, quick (as quick as it could go at least) and be away from view. Healer wasn't even bothered about the case however, for a shocking surprise had captured her gaze and started to make her blood boil.
Her hand dragged him back by the collar gently as voices could be heard up ahead, Healer making sure he was out of view as a pair of footsteps tapped there way out into view and before her, was a sight that made her head spin and contort into an overridden passage of emotions. Stood there, arm around there arm, was Mmedic and the one and only, Miss. Pauling. Her skirt was fitted neatly around her perfected figure, her black tights were not present and her shirt was buttoned up to the las two buttons-they were un-done. Medic wore his blinding white shirt that stung Healer's eyes when she looked at it, his black hair slightly scruffy and not usually kept it's smooth and knot-free style. She couldn't see his face-she wanted to see his face-she had to. He had his back to her however and all she could see was Miss. Pauling's baby like face with her black rimmed specks perched upon her rosy cheeks, her envious green jewels just peeking over his broad shoulders. The countless times Healer had wanted to run her hands over them and feel the fine toned muscles relax t her touch. But seeing Miss. Pauling with him made her feel something she never thought she would feel for the woman. Hate.
They were speaking, but Healer couldn't make it out through her blood flushing her cheeks and her ears being rinsed with it, her fingers gripping the wooden crates neck they ducked down behind out of view.
''-Shame really-'' Miss. Pauling spoke softly.
''-Hmm. Vell, I best let jou go. I have vork to do-'' His voice tingled on her eardrums, brushing down her spine and making her shiver. It sounded plain. Dull. Her heart was pounding against her chest harder and it was the tugging on her back that made it pound rapidly.
''Vee need to move!'' Milo hissed in a hushed tone.
''Ja, I know.'' Healer said, looking back and huffing at Milo who seemed just as lost as herself. ''Look, let me try make a distraction.''
Healer tore her eyes from the image of Medic etched into her mind and searched there little hide out for something to throw. At least then she could through something far away and make them scoot further down the path away from the bridge so they wouldn't here the pond being trifled through by Milo and Healer. There was a stone by Milo's foot that Healer was pleased to see.
''Pass me zhat rock.'' She pointed to it and Milo nodded. He picked up the little stone and handed it to Healer, whom juggled it in her hand as if feeling for it's weight in her palm and readying her throw. She chucked it onto the wooden wall near Miss. Pauling's head. It bounced off the wall and threw itself onto the floor where it died in a cracked scattered gory mess.
They jumped-well, Miss. Pauling did slightly and it was enough to make Healer smile with her perfectly aimed shot.
Milo bit his lip; She was going to get in trouble if she didn't get on with the mission and he had to do something! He pinched her arm, pulling the sleeve of her coat and gesturing for her to move.
''Vee must go!'' He said in a hushed tone.
''Alright! Gee, calm down.'' Healer moaned, creeping out from her place as the two went to investigate the dismantled stone that had been turned into nothing but a small, careless pebble.
Having safely made it through the muddy pond, past the eerie cold tunnels and up the steps and into the intel room, Healer and Milo had taken a moment to rest there weary legs after all the frantic sprinting and adrenaline leaving them for the sharks once it had drained down; Healer decided it was best and they could work out where there next step would be.
She leant up against the wall while Milo sat on the floor with his arms hugging his arms delicately, like a baby wrapped up in a bundle and in need of everything dangerous to be kept away from it. The smell-despite it being the enemies intel room-reminded her off the memories she used to have when she would come running with her team down those steps to get the intel, merely missing bullets that threatened to put a hole in her. Or how she would feel as if she was flying when she ran like a whippet towards her team mates screaming her name, jumping off like a cinematic scene out of a movie off a edge and landing right in front of them and healing them. The memories were so hard, she could feel herself being overwhelmed almost by them, like a animal stuck in a cage in a raging fire swarming around them. There was no escape, and there was no way she could simply ignore them.
The pillars holding the structure up were as chipped and dishevelled as ever, while the floor remained intact with dirt and sat collecting in mountains in the corners and the windows were more shinier then she remembered. It certainly made her feel-to an odd extent-more welcome then she had ever felt while battling in this very room against Sentry's and spy's and sometimes even the Blu team's Engineer. She still had that scar from his metal hand that cut across from her hip down to her thigh that Medic had to stich up for her, facing the fact that he told her, 'It vill never heal I'm afraid.'
Healer, as much as she hated it, accepted that it would never go and she would have to deal with such a large mottled line going to her hip to the top part of her knee, something she hated to feel when she would wash or catch it when she was working. It brought a frown to her lips just thinking about it, which made Milo wonder what had her so displeased and angered.
''Are jou OK?'' He asked softly.
Healer looked to him, her eyes shimmering under the light. ''Vhy do jou care?''
Milo sunk slightly. ''I-I just zhought jou vould vant some help.''
''I don't need it.'' Healer crossed her arms, her body feeling as if it was buzzing. ''Let's just get zhis out za vay.''
She pushed herself off the wall, her foot connecting with the ground and making a clicking noise as she slowly started to walk down the hall to the intel rooms.
Milo stayed closely by, his back hunched over terribly that it gave him a sore ache he would often put up with. He kept looking over his shoulder with each step they took, even when they were in the intel room and around the little hidden corner that wasn't really hidden-it was merely just an illusion curtain that matched the colour of the sickly light tanned walls. In the wall was a black little safe door with a round handle in the front of it's face, pinned tightly onto it and a small code putter underneath it. Beside it, was a lock for a key. Healer sighed, her fingers trembling for the lockpick that she pulled out from her bag and jammed into the hole with a small piece of metal.
She drew her ear close to the lock so she could hear the delightful 'click' it would make when she got the right spot.
''Keep a look out, Milo.'' She ordered, her eyes darting around slowly as she waited in anticipation for the click. Her fingers gripped the metal, her tips growing sweaty and her ears barely being able to hear the click through the blood rushing around in them.
Milo did as told, standing close to the deceiving curtain with his bone saw held between his shaking hands. Victor had made him take his weapons just in case he needed to use it, on an enemy which included Healer. Milo refused to himself he wouldn't hurt her because he knew that she wouldn't try anything, she'd do as she was told, and he knew that really she was just a gentle soul trying to get out.
''Have jou got it y-yet?'' Milo asked nervously, his head peering out behind the curtain.
''Nein.'' Healer replied, her tongue pressed against her teeth carefully.
She got to her knee's, shifted to face it and tried again. She lifted the metal shard upwards into the corner carefully, then turned the pin around with the lock to the left and felt her heart flutter with relief when the pin successfully popped the lock open and didn't break.
''Phew,'' She said, ''I got it.''
''G-Gut! Um...J-Jou should really hurry.'' Milo said, but something was off in his tone. He sounded distracted, like it was attention wasn't set on what she was doing or what he was saying, but he was looking for somethin.
''Ja, I'm going as fast as I can.''
''H-Healer?'' Milo said coldly.
''Vat?'' She was already opening the little door and bending down to look for the case they needed when Milo yelped slightly.
She looked up as he backed inwards to the little corner they were hole dup in, her eyes darting to his shaken state and her arm flinging out in front of him and her body guarding him as she looked to the curtain that moved swiftly in a odd breeze.
''Milo, vat did jou see?'' She asked quietly, her voice hollow as her whole body felt.
''I-I-I don't-it was-I mean it-looked-I don't-ah!'' Milo squealed, his legs bending as he ducked behind Healer and gripped her shoulders.
Healer huffed. ''Milo!,'' She turned around and put her hands on his shoulder gently, ''Bitte, just tell me vat jou saw and I vill keep jou safe.''
Milo didn't say anything. His eyes were neutral in a sea of fear, while his cheeks were painted a sickly pale and his fingers shook like worms on her own. She shivered as an overwhelming sensation that something was behind her came through to shine upon her; And as if on queue, she saw Milo's eyes widen and his fingers clench her shoulder tighter and his body shake like a leaf.
''I believe this isn't a place for you.''
Healer's Note:
Why do I call myself that again? I don't know and don't care to be honest. I don't even know why I write these stupid notes, guess I think that they will be important but really they aren't. So uh, yeah whatever, this chapter is super long for a reason, I won't bother to explain. The title says it mainly, but it's based off myself for a reason; My memories are something that keep me trapped and caged, and often Ii can't escape them because they remind me of what I had and then lost. I want to go back to an old time where things were OK, but to be honest, I don't own a time machine and there is no such thing as one either. So, I guess I just write to try and get them out of me instead, but really it doesn't help because it makes me remember them more.
Thanks for reading...If you do anyway.