Chapter 29!

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Tab sprinted across the roofs in Death City, practically running for his life.

"This was supposed to be easy," Tab muttered as he dodged several incoming bullets.

"Well, it's not my fault," Tyson replied, still in his sniper rifle form. "You were the one aiming, not me. Too bad you can't aim worth crap."

"Shut up!" Tab said, ducking behind a chimney, just in time to avoid several hundred bullets.

"She really is not happy," Tyson commented. Tab peeked out and saw a very angry looking girl. She had a weird owl hood up, making her look almost comical, except for the machine gun in her hands.

"You'll pay for that!" she screeched. And by screech, she literally screeched like a bird.

"What do we do now?" Tyson asked, sounding rather unconcerned.

Tab smiled and readied his gun. "I think I have a pretty good idea."

...

"Where are they?" Nascha screamed, moving from cover to cover. She stopped behind a large, industrial air conditioner, sitting down and allowing herself to catch her breath. She cursed herself silently. I saw them! I knew that Deadshot was over there, and I was too stupid to see his meister or to warn Lord Death, she thought, mentally slapping herself. I'm such a failure.

"Nascha, you need to snap out of it. Lord Death might not be dead," Hanz said. Nascha began to take deep breaths, realizing that what Hanz said was true. She had run off with Hanz the second that Lord Death had been shot. Nascha hadn't stayed long enough to know if he had survived. Kat and Orion had already left as well, going to help Siamon and Lyn. Wade had taken off with Avalon, chasing after several of the enemy. Midnight and Nami were heading after the others. Jeremy stayed with his partners, saying that they would help after they got Lord Death inside.

"There, I'm calm," Nascha said, opening her eyes.

"And your dead," the enemy said, firing off a round. Nascha hadn't heard them begin to resonate souls, and now they had shot straight through the chimney that they were behind and through the air conditioning unit that she was behind.

"Crap," she said, jumping up, trying to evade the bullet. It was too late, though. Nascha watched as the bullet sunk into her leg. If she hadn't moved then the bullet would have gone into her heart.

"Nascha! Are you okay?" Hanz asked, returning to human form.

"No, she isn't," the enemy said, his own gun changing back as well. "That's an exploding bullet," he explained. The weapon boy remained expressionless he snapped his fingers. The sound seemed to ring out, louder than normal. Then, the section right above Nascha's knee exploded.

Blowing part of her leg off.

"Not again!" Nascha said, looking at her leg.

"What the hell?" Hanz shouted. His left arm morphed into a gun barrel.

"Tab! Move," the weapon shouted. "I've got this."

"Alright Tyson. I'll finish off the meister," Tab said.

"You won't survive long enough," Hanz growled.

The boy, Tyson, merely grinned. "That sure is a lot of talk. Just surrender and I will kill you quickly." He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Don't smoke on the job," Tab hissed. Tyson ignored him and pulled out his guns.

"Don't tell me how to do my job." He advanced towards Hanz, firing at him. Hanz, driven by anger, easily evaded each attack, giving return fire. Tyson took cover behind an air conditioner. Hanz smiled, sensing an advantage, and moved quickly until the other boy was in sight. Tyson appeared to be unaware of Hanz's change in position. He threw a razor-sharp knife at the spot where Hanz was before.

"What the-," Tyson began to say, looking confused at the lack of target. Hanz advanced towards him. He fired off 3 shots, one missing and the other two hitting Tyson in the left shoulder, causing him to drop his guns in pain. Hanz grabbed him and slammed him against a wall, pressing the end of his gun arm into his stomach.

"Any last words?" Hanz snarled.

"I didn't miss when I threw that knife," Tyson coughed. "Say bye to your partner." Hanz looked at him, confused. He froze when he realized that he couldn't see Tab.

And he had left Nascha alone.

Hanz slammed his gun arm into Tyson's stomach, causing him to let out a loud groan and fall to the ground. He proceeded to kick him in the face before running back to where Nascha was.

"Nascha!" Hanz shouted. He saw Tab bearing down on his partner with a knife. Without thinking, Hanz fired off several shots, only one hitting Tab. It imbedded itself into his back. He turned around very slowly and looked at Hanz.

"That doesn't hurt," he said with a slighty demented expression.

"Well, that's a little creepy," Hanz muttered, shooting him a few more times. This time, the boy fell, with at least 3 more bullets in him. Hanz cautiously pushed the boy over and hurried to attend to his partner.

"My leg is gone!" Nascha screamed.

Hanz decided to try and calm her down. "Technically, only part of it is-,"

"Oh my death, Hanz, seriously?" Nascha asked. "Are you trying to be technical about how much of my leg is gone? Because now really is not the time."

"Okay, sorry! Gosh, I was just trying to..." he trailed off as he saw a black haired girl appear on the other side of the building. She wielded a long black sword with a red hilt. When she saw her fallen comrades, she hurried over to help them.

"Tab, why do you always do this" the girl muttered, turning the boy's unmoving form over.

"Rosie," the blade said, changing back into its human form. "I'm going to get Tyson," she said, dashing off to the other boy. Hanz remained silent, watching the girl with narrowed eyes as he tried to stop the bleeding from Nascha's leg. Nothing was working. The girl began to wrap her friend's injuries with bandages.

"Here," the girl, Rosie, said, tossing a bundle of bandages and a tourniquet to Hanz.

"Why are you...?" Hanz trailed off, catching the supplies in surprise.

"We don't want to be here anymore than you do," her partner said, returning with the other boy, who could barely walk. Hanz quickly bandaged Nascha's leg and wrapped the tourniquet around it. Nascha gritted her teeth in pain.

"We can't have you following us either, though. Sorry about this," Rosie's partner said, striking Hanz on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious.

"Let's go," Rosie said. Tyson picked up Tab, and the four of them ran off, towards their base.

"How am I supposed to get back to the school now?" Nascha asked aloud.

...

Kat sighed and looked at his partner. She was still sleeping. Kat just hoped that nothing had gone wrong, and she didn't have any brain damage.

"I'm back!" Lyn shouted. It had taken her 2 hours to return from the clinic, but it had been worth it. She had literally brought every medical item from the clinic, all piled onto three gurneys that had been tied together.

"I finished!" Spirit announced, coming out from behind the curtain. He was covered in blood, which almost made Kat throw up.

"Spirit! Can you wash the blood off now?" Kat asked impatiently.

"Oh, yeah. I'll be right back," Spirit said, heading down the guillotine path.

"Can I see him now?" Lyn asked as the Death Scythe passed her.

"Yes, but avoid touching him," Spirit said, hurrying from the room. Lyn walked up to the curtain and swallowed. She glanced at Kat, who smiled and nodded encouragingly. She nodded back and entered behind the curtain. She let out a breath of relief when she saw Siamon. He was hooked up to several machines, but the screens all said that he was improving. The heart monitor showed a steady heartbeat, the blood pressure was shown to be returning to a normal level. He wasn't breathing on his own yet, but at least he wasn't dying.

"Hey, Lyn?" Kat asked from the other side of the curtain.

"Yeah? What is it?" she asked distractedly.

"Can you keep an eye on Orion for a few minutes? I need to was off this blood," Kat said.

"Yeah, okay," she said. She opened the curtain and moved to the other side of Siamon's bed so Orion was in sight.

"Thank you," Kat said, hurrying down the steps. Lyn sighed and looked at the two of them. They were both sleeping so easily now. Orion's breathing mask had been replaced with a nasal cannula, which looped around her ears and rested at her nose.

"Orion and Siamon. Wake up soon, guys," Lyn murmured. "Especially you, Orion. Kat's worried sick. I'm sure that his mom would be too. I wonder how you ended up living with them, Orion."

"What's wrong with Kat?" Orion asked, sitting bolt upright.

Lyn screamed really really loudly. "It's like Beetlejuice! I said her name too many times!" Siamon's heart monitor shot up and he opened his eyes, awakened by the scream.

"What's wrong with Kat?" Orion asked again, confused.

At that moment, Kat walked up to Lyn. "Thanks Lyn, I owe you one..." he trailed off when he saw that his partner was awake. He remained frozen there, just staring at her.

"Kat? Are you alright? What happened?" Orion asked, still very confused. Kat rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her.

"You're alive," he breathed.

"As opposed to what? Being dead?" Orion asked. "I have no time to be dead." Kat chuckled and let her go, keeping her hands in his.

"Thank death," he muttered. "I thought I lost you."

"No. You can't lose me that easily, even if you-," she was cut off as Kat kissed her. It lasted for a few seconds before they broke apart.

"Sorry," Kat apologized, starting to let go of her hands.

"Oh no, it's fine," Orion said, kissing him. "I've been waiting for this to happen for a while."

Lyn and Siamon awkwardly watched them.

"I guess they forgot about us," Lyn said, sliding the curtain shut. Saimon rolled his eyes and gestured to the breathing tube down his throat.

"You have to leave that in," she said, answering his silent question. "Your lung was torn and then collapsed. You need to keep that tube in until Spirit says you can take it out."

Siamon mimed annoyance, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Hey, I would take it out if I knew how, but I don't so I won't."

Siamon frowned and squinted past her. Lyn picked up Siamon's spare pair of glasses and placed them on his nose. Siamon lifted up his hand and tapped his ear, telling her to listen. Lyn closed her eyes and focused. She could hear what sounded like Spirit shouting.

"I wonder what's going on," Lyn said.

...

"OH MY DEATH!" Spirit shouted. He had heard someone shouting for help in the hallways, and found Nascha and Hanz there. Hanz was out cold and Nascha was supporting him as they made there way through the hallways.

And Nascha was missing her leg.

"Hey Spirit! Do you think you can help me?" Nascha asked, showing him the stump of a leg that she now possessed.

"Yes! Dear death, we must get you into surgery right now!" he exclaimed.

"No! Take me to room that we've been staying in!" Nascha ordered. She had an expression her face that told Spirit that it'd be better not to argue.

"Alright, let's go!" Spirit said, scooping up Nascha.

"Wait! What about Hanz?" she asked.

"Just leave him there! He'll be fine," Spirit shouted, leaving Hanz on the ground and running through the hallways with Nascha. He quickly arrived at the room and busted down the door.

"Grab my bag!" Nascha ordered with urgency. Spirit set her down on one of the desks and grabbed a bag shaped like an owl. Nascha quickly dug through the bag, extracting another bag out of it. She opened the smaller bag and pulled out another smaller bag.

"Oh my death, are you kidding me?" Spirit asked.

"Shh. This is the last one," Nascha promised. Surely enough, when she opened this bag, she pulled out a small, leather-bound scroll. She quickly unrolled it, revealing an intricate design, and placed it under her bloodied stump. She muttered quietly under her breath and the pattern began to glow brightly, blinding Spirit. When the light faded, Nascha removed the bandages, revealing that the stump had been healed.

"How...?" Spirit began to ask.

"That is my left leg healing scroll," Nascha said. "And my parents said it was stupid."

"Do you have any more of those?" Spirit asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not. And I can't make any more, either. This one was specifically for the healing of a missing limb. It doesn't regrow it either. And besides, these don't work on Grim Reapers. Sorry," Nascha said.

"Alright. We need to get you into the Deathroom now and get you some fluids," Spirit said, picking Nascha up again and heading back through the hallways, past Hanz's still unconscious form, and into the Deathroom.

"Oh..." Orion said, catching sight of Nascha.

"It's fine," Nascha said, as Spirit set her down in a chair. "I healed it. Don't worry."

"I'm going to get Hanz now," Spirit said, leaving the room again.

"What happened?" Kat asked, eyeing Nascha's stump.

"Well, I got shot by and exploding bullet and Hanz was knocked unconscious, so I decided to come back to the school for medical care. Spirit found us in the hallway," Nascha said cheerfully.

"Wait..." Lyn said, her brows furrowing with slight confusion. "How did you get up the stairs?"

"I'm a witch," Nascha declared. "I can do whatever I want!"

"Seriously though. How did you do it?" Orion asked.

"I have no idea," Nascha admitted.

"Hey guys!" Hanz shouted, walking up with Spirit.

"You're okay! Good!" Nascha said.

"And look who I found," Hanz said. With him were all of the pets, each slightly disheveled.

"Aw, what happened to them?" Nascha asked.

"One of those mean kids locked them into a closet," Hanz said.

"Sorry for leaving you in the hallway, by the way" Nascha said sheepishly.

"That's fine," Hanz said. "You only gave me a slight concussion."

"I'm glad that you're all okay," Spirit said.

"I just hope everyone else is, too," Nascha muttered, rubbing her recently healed leg, her mind a thousand miles away.


Chapter done!

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~CatKkit