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Okay back to writing. Another short chapter and I know I said it was going to be longer, but I haven't had to time. My ISU that was due today nearly killed me.
Anyway on with chapter two!
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Chapter Two
Despite the rain Ozuma still managed to carry Tyson in secretively into this village. The presence of Tyson would threaten the elders and also they would take the advantage of stealing Dragoon if they managed to find it on Tyson.
Ozuma slid in threw an opening in the back of the hut, slowly dragging the slightly taller boy in after. He then settled Tyson down onto a floor mat and started to dry Tyson off. His clothes were shredded and some pieces of cloth were beginning to stick to some already mending wounds. He tore the shirt were it was loose and then grabbed a dagger to help him pick out the pieces that were stuck.
Slowly he picked away the pieces trying his hardest to ignore the smell that seemed to surround the atmosphere. The floor beneath him was beginning to cover in fresh blood from the wounds that had the pieces of cloth in them as the battered skin was poked and stretched and sometimes ripped where it was difficult. Ozuma at most times had a hard time trying not to hurl on top of Tyson, which would only leave the acids from his stomach to burn at Tyson's open wounds.
He was disgusted and nervous at what he was doing. He feared that with all the crimson blood that leaked out of Tyson that he would be sure to be dead. He glanced at Tyson's face every now and then watching the face stretch and strain with pain. He turned his head back to his work wincing at the sight. He had managed to remove all the stuck pieces but only ended making a bigger mess.
He winced when he saw the one wound on Tyson's shoulder. It was an older one that has green pus leaking out of it. The sight itself was enough. He knew what he had to do but wasn't willing to do it. Seeing as he had no choice, he reached into his pocket and drew out a lighter and began to run the flame up and down the dagger. When it was hot enough he brought down the dagger and slowly began to cut the infected skin away. The smell of burning flesh soon filled the hut and he had to hold his breath as the smell found its way around the entire area. Grabbing a cloth he folded it a few times so that he wouldn't feel the wet and slimly pus soak through the cloth and onto his fingers.
Tossing the dagger aside he quickly covered to wound hoping that he wouldn't have to do that again. After he had cleaned the wounds, he began to bandage them. When he was done Tyson's arms and torso was similar to that of a mummy's. He then dragged Tyson over to the side of the tent. Laying him down Ozuma went back the blood soaked mat and put it in a bag, reminding himself to burn it when he was finished. He then went to clean himself up.
When he came back from burning the bag and contents Ozuma was greeted by the rustling of sheets and slight moans of pain. Glancing over at Tyson he noticed that the boy was tossing obvious under the control of a nightmare. Walking quickly over to him he noticed that blood at leaked through the bandages. Whimpers of pains and mumbles leaked out through Tyson's mouth. He placed a hand on Tyson's arm where it was not injured. He gently shook his arm trying to get him to wake him up. " Tyson. Come on wake up. It's not real. Come on Tyson." Slowly navy blue eyes opened slightly squinting in the darkness. They met with jade ones before falling back into the nightmare.
Ozuma sighed knowing well that Tyson wasn't going to be waking up any time soon. He moved so that his back was against the side. Outside the storm increased, the rage and confusion of the storm mirrored by the torment and pain of the two boys below.
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Yes I know short and maybe a bit gory, but have you have seen these wounds. They are not pretty! Anyway, I'll update soon.
Please Review!
Devlinn Reiko
Okay back to writing. Another short chapter and I know I said it was going to be longer, but I haven't had to time. My ISU that was due today nearly killed me.
Anyway on with chapter two!
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Chapter Two
Despite the rain Ozuma still managed to carry Tyson in secretively into this village. The presence of Tyson would threaten the elders and also they would take the advantage of stealing Dragoon if they managed to find it on Tyson.
Ozuma slid in threw an opening in the back of the hut, slowly dragging the slightly taller boy in after. He then settled Tyson down onto a floor mat and started to dry Tyson off. His clothes were shredded and some pieces of cloth were beginning to stick to some already mending wounds. He tore the shirt were it was loose and then grabbed a dagger to help him pick out the pieces that were stuck.
Slowly he picked away the pieces trying his hardest to ignore the smell that seemed to surround the atmosphere. The floor beneath him was beginning to cover in fresh blood from the wounds that had the pieces of cloth in them as the battered skin was poked and stretched and sometimes ripped where it was difficult. Ozuma at most times had a hard time trying not to hurl on top of Tyson, which would only leave the acids from his stomach to burn at Tyson's open wounds.
He was disgusted and nervous at what he was doing. He feared that with all the crimson blood that leaked out of Tyson that he would be sure to be dead. He glanced at Tyson's face every now and then watching the face stretch and strain with pain. He turned his head back to his work wincing at the sight. He had managed to remove all the stuck pieces but only ended making a bigger mess.
He winced when he saw the one wound on Tyson's shoulder. It was an older one that has green pus leaking out of it. The sight itself was enough. He knew what he had to do but wasn't willing to do it. Seeing as he had no choice, he reached into his pocket and drew out a lighter and began to run the flame up and down the dagger. When it was hot enough he brought down the dagger and slowly began to cut the infected skin away. The smell of burning flesh soon filled the hut and he had to hold his breath as the smell found its way around the entire area. Grabbing a cloth he folded it a few times so that he wouldn't feel the wet and slimly pus soak through the cloth and onto his fingers.
Tossing the dagger aside he quickly covered to wound hoping that he wouldn't have to do that again. After he had cleaned the wounds, he began to bandage them. When he was done Tyson's arms and torso was similar to that of a mummy's. He then dragged Tyson over to the side of the tent. Laying him down Ozuma went back the blood soaked mat and put it in a bag, reminding himself to burn it when he was finished. He then went to clean himself up.
When he came back from burning the bag and contents Ozuma was greeted by the rustling of sheets and slight moans of pain. Glancing over at Tyson he noticed that the boy was tossing obvious under the control of a nightmare. Walking quickly over to him he noticed that blood at leaked through the bandages. Whimpers of pains and mumbles leaked out through Tyson's mouth. He placed a hand on Tyson's arm where it was not injured. He gently shook his arm trying to get him to wake him up. " Tyson. Come on wake up. It's not real. Come on Tyson." Slowly navy blue eyes opened slightly squinting in the darkness. They met with jade ones before falling back into the nightmare.
Ozuma sighed knowing well that Tyson wasn't going to be waking up any time soon. He moved so that his back was against the side. Outside the storm increased, the rage and confusion of the storm mirrored by the torment and pain of the two boys below.
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Yes I know short and maybe a bit gory, but have you have seen these wounds. They are not pretty! Anyway, I'll update soon.
Please Review!
Devlinn Reiko