Chapter 15
By shadows/of/flame
This chappies for all my reviewers. I am so evil...
Also, I have a stomach bug, and Sull begged me to write this before Gray's Anatomy came on, so here we go!
And I cried while writing the 2nd section of this...
No one could believe the utter silence that was echoing around the hospital.
She wouldn't believe it, Ashelin had to be lying! Keira tried to convince herself, not believing her pointy ears.
"Wh... what do you mean, hes not here?" she choked, her heart stopping almost immediately.
Ashelin sighed deeply, trying to comfort the young mechanic.
"No ones found him at all, we think hes gone missing Keira... Save his red scarf..."
Ashelin held it out to Keira, and she hugged it close, inhaling Torns scent. A bit of alcohol, along with the scent of cinammon cookies.
The scent that she had inhaled oh so many times, and somehow it was comforting to her.
We think hes gone missing... Keira... No ones found him at all...
Ashelin was shocked as Keira bolted upright once more, ripping the IV out of her arm and flinging back the sheets, before collapsing into a heap on the floor, sobbing, too weak to go any further, clutching Torns scarf to her chest.
"Don't try and stop me! Please!" she screamed as Jak came in, and gaped at her, wondering what was going on.
"I have to find him! Hes still out there, we have to go to him!"
Jak restrained her as she flailed, helpless,screaming her lungs out as she demanded to know where Torn was.
"Wheres Torn!" she screamed, losing her energy and collapsing helplessly into Jaks welcoming arms.
Ashelins face was blank as she knelt beside Keira, eyes full of sorrow.
"You were cuddled up in his arms when we found you both..."
"Then he should be here! With us!" Keira retorted, stinging Ashelin, but Jak continued.
"He could easily be at Haven Cities main hospital."
Keiras eyes widened in shock.
"Are you sure? Haven Cities one is only for the..."
"Intensive Care Unit. Major injuries." Jak finished for her.
Keira was silent, the other two expecting her to explode with grief at any moment.
But she was quiet as she had ever been, tears of grief rolling down her now pale cheeks.
"... Is he gonna be OK?" she choked, letting Jak put her back into bed, tuck her in and put the IV back in her arm.
Jak sat beside the green haired mechanic, stroking her hair gently in a hope that the poor girl would calm down.
"We don't know if hes even there. He could still be trapped in the ruins." Ashelin sighed, trying not to cry herself as she sat beside her friends bedside again.
Keira closed her eyes, wishing Torn was there, safely with her, even if he was in a different room to her...
She wanted to know that he was safe.
"... Where are you?" she murmured as a nurse came in, and injected her with anesthetic.
She felt groggy, and fell asleep, her dreams filled with visions of Torn.
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Mountains of rubble and debris surrounded Torn as he awoke, choking at the amount of dust clogging his mouth.
"Keira?" he yelled, his throat burning.
He tried to see what was around him without hurting his spine more than it already was, looking to see if Keira was anywhere nearby.
She was nowhere to be seen.
In fact... there was no one anywhere to be seen. Save all the dead bodies strewn all around him, their faces pale as chalk.
"...Keira..." he whispered, lying back down on the rubble, wishing for a miracle.
He remembered someone carrying her away, whispering that it was going to be alright, and then sudden blackness.
There was no hope for him; mountains of rubble lay around him, with no visible way out.
'It must have shifted while I was unconcious... Shifted to a point where I can't get out.' he thought sadly to himself, impending doom hanging above his head.
His leg was still broken, and his spine was so bruised to the point that he could barely move without hurting himself.
His knife lay only inches from his grasp, and he smiled weakly as he picked it up, wondering how much people would miss him...
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Jak and Ashelin left Keira at the hospital, and walked hand in hand back to the Palace ruins.
Ashelins eyes misted over as she saw, the closer they got to the ruins, the more dead people there were.
He squeezed her hand tightly, trying to get her to relax.
They'd have to face the ghastly ruins of her old home sometime.
The couple reached the ruins of their once home, and Ashelin gazed at the Palace ruins, not believing it was destroyed again.
Jak held her tightly in his arms, his head on her shoulder, also wondering who was trying to kill their friends.
"Who would want Torn dead?" Jak murmured, voicing his fears out loud.
Ashelin wondered for a moment, and remembered...
The Undergrounds 3rd in command, constantly jealous of Torn...
"No... it couldn't be..." Ashelin murmured.
But her mind was on other things apart from Torns supposed assassin as she saw a pool of red among the ruins, and she shivered.
"What is it?" Jak asked, worried that she was cold or something.
She pointed to the puddle, of what seemed to be blood, and Jak gasped.
Since he was generally taller, he could see a lot more than she.
"Th... theres a body there."
Ashelin went still, not wanting to believe it.
"Theres blood all around... Oh my god..."
Jak ran forward towards the body, which had a cresent-shaped knife in its outstretched hand,disbelief, horror and sadness dominating his face.
"Its... Its Torn."