Fangs PoV
"Really, Max, I'm fine." I am such a freaking liar. In reality, whatever it was hurt like hell. Good thing Max could see right through me. She gave me a narrowed eyed glare. "Shut up." She snapped, pushing me down to sit on the bed. She grabbed the first aid kit from my desk and plopped it and herself down on the bed behind me. I started to take my shirt off, but didn't get very far before I stopped with a hiss. Ouch. "I'll cut it off." Max said shortly. I felt the cold brush of the scissors against my back as Max cut my shirt off.
"Ooh, that looks bad." I heard her breathe. "What's the damage?" "You've got a bunch of glass stuck in your back." "Great." I muttered. No wonder it hurt so bad. "Can you get it out?" "Yeah, but it'll be really painful." I was about to shrug, but I thought better of it and responded, "Whatever. Just do it." "Ok. On 3. 1-" she yanked a piece out, and I grunted a little at the sudden pain. "Sorry." She murmured. "Its o-" There goes another piece. I cried out a little, then tried to stifle it. "God, Max." I muttered. "I'm sorry, Fang, but-" She yanked out another shard.
By the time she had reached the seventh piece, my jaw was clenched so tight I thought it would break. "You have no mercy, do you?" I asked, panting. Her answer was to pull another one out. "How many more pieces are there?" "Just two. And they're small." The last two didn't hurt nearly so bad as the bigger pieces had. "Ok, this is gonna hurt a little." Max warned, just as she started cleaning the cuts out with peroxide. I clenched my fists, but managed not to make a sound. I felt her start wrapping bandages around my torso. "How much blood is there?" I asked quietly. "On a scale of paper cut to my house? A 4." I smiled slightly at her example.
When she finished with the bandaging, she started to pull away, but I twisted around and caught her arm. "Now it's your turn." I said softly. She gave me a questioning look, so I took her other arm. The one that had been clawed by Ari. I started slowly unwrapping the bandages, seeing them start to turn red. When I finally pulled off the last layer, I inspected the claw wounds. It was healing, it wasn't getting infected, but it would scar. I nodded to myself and started wrapping it in clean bandages. "How long will I need bandages?" Max asked. "I'm not sure." I admitted. "What about me?" She shrugged a little. I fastened the end of the wrap and smoothed it with my thumb.
"We'll be ok." I promised. "All of us." "Except for Angel." I looked up into her eyes, seeing them glossy with unshed tears. "I can't tell you what will happen to Angel." I told her truthfully. She lowered her head, and I pulled her into my arms, tucking her head under my chin. "I can't tell you what will happen to any of us."
Third Person PoV
Angel looked around her, feeling confused and scared. Ariel was gone, and she was in a weird place that didn't have any sky or trees or flowers or buildings. It didn't have anything. There was a scary lady with black eyes staring at her. She wanted to go home. She wanted her mom. She wanted Max. "Hello dear." The scary lady said, approaching her with a smile on her face. "What's your name?" "A-angel." The little girl stuttered. "Angel." The woman repeated, her smile getting a little tight. "Do you know who I am?" Angel slowly shook her head. "Maybe you'll remember this."
She started reciting something in her sickly sweet voice. It sounded as though she was trying to sound nice, but her true nature couldn't be entirely hidden. "There was a man who lived in Leeds." She started, but Angel interrupted her. "You're the one who taught that to Ariel!" she cried. "I am, my dear." She said back. "Would you like to learn another?" Angel nodded happily, her fright melting away. "Here's one I think you'll enjoy.
Don't you ever laugh as the hearse goes by
For you may be the next to die
Angel's smile faded as a chill crept down her spine. The woman was staring right into her eyes.
They wrap you up in a big white sheet from your head down to your feet
They put you in a big black box and cover you up with dirt and rocks.
Angel wrapped her arms around herself, starting to shake.
All goes well for about a week but then your coffin begins to leak
The worms crawl in the worms crawl out the worms play pinochle on your snout
The woman smiled wide and tapped her nose, making Angels lip start to tremble. This wasn't fun anymore. She wanted her to stop.
A big green worm with rolling eyes crawls in your stomach and out your eyes
"Stop." Angel whispered. The woman grinned widely and continued.
Your stomach turns a slimy green
"Stop!" Angel cried louder, feeling tears start up. She was so scared.
And pus pours out like whipping cream
Angel started crying from terror.
You spread it on a slice of bread
The woman got closer, but her face right in front of Angels. Her voice stopped being sing songy and went dreadfully harsh, like a million nails screeching down a million chalkboards.
And that's what you eat when you are dead
Angel screamed.
The Queen laughed.
(A/N Kinda fluffy, I suppose. Eh. At least you know where Angel went, right?
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