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Title: Collide
Author: Hawk-MAD
Summary: In a freak levi-bike accident, Prince Sky kills his best friend and his only love. Who will help him re-build his shattered soul?
Genre: Drama/Romance (the romance is only near the end of the story)
Disclaimer: I don't own Winx Club. If I did, I would have forced the girls to stop dressing like hookers long ago.
Note: I'm making up last names for the characters because I don't know the character's last names. Deal with it, people!
AND NOW, ON WITH THE FANFICCY!
Chapter Two: Crazy In Love
Sky woke up an hour later in a white room. He was in the hospital (A.N. Gee, I wonder why?).
"What am I doing here?" he thought as he lifted a hand to his bandaged head. He could remember leaving a party with Bloom…. No not with Bloom…Alone. Why? Had they had a fight? No, he'd been sick. Sky struggled to remember. He'd felt better; he'd been going back to the party. A bike had crashed into him….No...he'd crashed into a bike…. And then………Oh crap. Sky snapped into an upright position, only to have pain lace up his back. He fell back onto his pillows with a yelp. His cries alerted the attention of a nearby nurse, who rushed over.
Sky's head was spinning, he felt so dizzy. "What happened to the other people on the bike?" he panted out to the nurse. Her look of confusion slowly turned to sadness. Turning to her left, she beckoned for a young looking doctor who was tending to a patient. He came over with a questioning look on his face. The nurse whispered something into his ear. The doctor's face twisted into a look sadness and understanding. He whispered something back to the nurse. She nodded and went over to a bed on Sky's right. Sky craned his neck to see who was on it, but it was surrounded by thick a baby-blue curtain.
Sky turned to face the doctor, who was now standing over his bed.
"What happened to the other people?" He repeated, a little louder this time, his head was a little clearer. The doctor gave a loud sigh. He took a deep breath and spoke.
"The boy and girl were both pierced with hoover shards from the bike", he said gravely. Sky's mind went reeling again.
The hoover on a levi-bike was a thin glass-like material on the bottom of the bike. It was what gave the levi-bike its levitation. It acted as an anti-magic if it came in contact with blood, making it very dangerous to victims of a crash. This also made it an anti-medication, as all medicines in Magix were magic-based. Riders, by law, had to wear special protective gear in case of a wreck, but it wasn't a very well enforced law and boys hardly ever bothered to put it on, except for levi-bike races.
Sky had been wearing the protective gear, though, which was why the shards hadn't hit him. He'd thought Bloom would get a kick out of him coming to a party in a lime-green bodysuit. The boy and girl obviously hadn't been wearing the gear. This meant that they would be able to get practically no medical attention. What had he done to them?
"The girl is a fairy", the doctor continued.
Guilt grew like a bubble inside Sky's gut. Hoovers reacted especially violently on fairies. They were made of magic, after all. The toxin would slowly shut down the girl's body until she died.
"The boy also broke his neck in the crash. He's paralyzed from the neck down"
Tears were starting to form in Sky's eyes. How much damage did he do in one night?
"How long do they have left?" he choked out. With the toxins in their blood, the boy and girl wouldn't be able to live for more than a month. He'd learned that in Survival class.
"The girl is unconscious right now. She'll have roughly ten minutes to live after she wakes up. The boy also out cold. He'll have about three weeks"
Sky's breath caught in his throat. These people had such a short time to live.
Now came the time to ask a question that Sky knew he would regret. It had been eating at him since the time he'd woken up. Half of him wanted to ask it, but the other half had rather not known. Well, it was now or never.
"Who are they?" he asked quietly.
The doctor shook his head. "We're not sure. None of them had any identification on them. From the looks of it, they are high-school students. Most likely from Alfea and Red Fountain"
Sky winced. These people were his age, and most likely he knew them.
"We were hoping that you could identify them for us" he said, apology written on his face. Sky nodded in agreement. The request made sense. After all, Sky went to Red Fountain, so chances were that he would be able to identify the Red Fountain boy at least. But still, he didn't look forward to this. He was going to have to face his victims, even if they were unconscious. And what if they were people he was close to? But he had to do it, for what little honor he had left.
"Ok", Sky agreed
The doctor motioned for the nurse to come back. She returned with a pair of crutches at hand.
"What the hell do I need to those for?" he thought, raising an eyebrow at the doctor. The doctor pointed at Sky's right leg. It was in a cast.
"Oh" Sky responded. In all the confusion, Sky hadn't taken a moment to check out his injuries. Sky felt his face. He felt bumps on it; scabs. They were all over his face. His right forearm was bandaged up to his elbow, and blue bruises and brown scabs danced all the way up to his shoulder. Hi whole left arm was bandaged, even his palm. It hurt the tiniest bit to breath, so there was probably a bruise on his chest. Most possibly, it was from the orange energy that girl had hurled at him. His right leg was in a cast (a nice blue one). His left leg was uninjured except for a nasty looking gnash running up his calve and thigh, disappearing under his green hospital gown.
"I really did a number on myself" he thought, as a way of distraction. He knew that the boy and girl would be a lot worse off than himself.
The nurse helped him to get the crutches firmly in his hands and under his armpits (A/N. I love that word!). She then helped him onto his left leg. Pain immediately shot up both his arms and back. Sky grunted and swayed slightly. The nurse grabbed both his shoulders to steady him.
"Do you need a wheelchair?" she asked softly. Sky shook his head no. Wasn't he a Red Fountain student after all? He was trained to be able to take pain. Besides, riding in a wheelchair would rip the last of his tiny bit of pride to shreds. The nurse looked concerned, but shrugged her shoulders.
"This way", she said as she walked over to the bed that was covered in the baby blue curtain. Sky gritted his teeth and hobbled over as best as he could.
"I'm warning you", she said when he reached the bed (A/N. I rhymed!), "The boy isn't in the best condition. If you do know him, this will be very shocking. Can you handle this right now with your current injuries?" Sky nodded his head.
"I have to know" he replied. The nurse furrowed her eyebrows at his answer.
"Are you sure?" she asked, "I could do this when you are feeling better" Her words hit Sky like a sledgehammer. He could do this later. He could face those people later. The offer was very tempting, and Sky nearly took it, but in the back of his mind, his father's old saying came back to him; get it over with, idiot! Sky knew he would have to do this anyway, so why put off his fate, just do it now and get it over with!
"I need to know who they are", he repeated, strongly this time. The nurse shook her head, but opened the curtain anyway.
Sky let out a cry. The boy had brown hair that was combed to flop over his left eye. Even in sleep he had that trait-mark smirk. His eyes flickered slightly, revealing mud-brown eyes. There was no doubt about it. Lying in front of Sky was his best friend, Brandon.
Brandon looked terrible. His face and neck were covered in cuts and bruises. Many of the cuts on his neck had an orange twinge around them, from where the hoover shards had buried themselves. Blood plastered Brandon's once floppy hair to his face. A respirator tube was stuck into his neck, helping him to breath. The rest of his body was covered with a pale green blanket, shielding Sky from whatever other harms he had inflicted on Brandon.
Tears flowed freely down Sky's cheeks. There was Brandon, bruised and beaten. Brandon, his protector, his shield, his best friend, was lying before him.
"Oh shit, Brandon, what did I do to you?" he choked, "I've killed my best friend" It took all of Sky's etiquette-training to stop him from grabbing Brandon and shaking him until he woke up and told him this was all a bad dream. Instead, Sky resigned himself to standing beside him and crying. A warm hand placed itself across his shoulders.
"You do know him then?" the nurse whispered.
"His name is Brandon Smith (A/N. does anyone know their last names?)" Sky said between sobs and gasps "He goes to school with me"
"Who are his parents?" the nurse asked.
Sky opened his mouth to speak, but his words were stopped by a choked sob. He'd just remembered how many people were affected by death. Brandon's family, his family, his friends, Brandon's friends, his friends' families, his kingdom, were all going to feel the pain of Brandon's death in three weeks time. The victim of death was never the only person who felt pain. This thought would haunt Sky's mind forever.
"Oh crap", he thought, "What will happen to Stella? What will Bloom think? Will they ever forgive me? What about their friends and my friends? What have I done to all these people? What have I done to myself?"
"Sir, what are his parent's names?" the nurse's voice sent Sky crashing back to reality.
"Their names are Juliet and Joseph Smith" he replied, feeling sick. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the nurse write the information down on a notepad.
"What number can I reach them at?" she asked.
It took Sky a few tries to get the number out. He felt like he was going to throw-up any second.
"You should also call Stella Jones's cell-phone" he whispered and he gave her the number. The nurse wrote all the information down. Looking at Sky forlorn face, she patted his shoulders.
"Do you want to see the girl?" she asked quietly. Sky wasn't sure if he could take it, but the words of his father rang in his head; get it over with, idiot. So Sky nodded his head yes. The nurse led him past Brandon's bed and over to one with a lime-green curtain surrounding it.
Sky sucked in a deep breath, and prepared for impact. The nurse slowly drew open the curtain. In some last-minute cowardice, Sky turned to look at the girl's feet, which were covered in a crimson blanket. He just wasn't ready to see her face yet.
"Take a deep breath", he thought, "We'll do this one step at a time" Slowly, his gaze traveled up the girl's legs. He let out a small gasp when he reached her stomach. Flowing down the girl's body was wavy-orange hair.
It was just like her hair, but it couldn't have been. She'd been safe at the party, right? There was only one way to find out. Sky personally, didn't want to know anymore. But he had to know. He had to know the extent of the damage he'd done. Sucking in a deed breath, he ventured a look at her face. After what he saw, he felt that he would never breathe again.
"NO!" He screamed. His crutches would no longer hold him up. He let go of them and fell to his knees, forgetting the pain and buried his face in the girl's belly. More specifically, he buried his face in Bloom's belly. The blanket muffled his cries and screams. There was the girl he'd given up his marriage with Diaspro for.
He'd killed his best friend and his girlfriend. Life had no meaning anymore. Sky didn't know what to do or where to turn. Death seemed to be the only option at this point; to just die and wait for Bloom to join him.
Burying his face in the blanket wasn't allowing him much air. Sky knew that he would have to come up to take a breath soon, if he wanted to live, that is. Sky didn't want to live anymore.
He didn't get up. He vaguely wondered, as he started to get dizzy and black spots began appearing before his eyes, what hell would be like, as he now believed he would be going there when he died. He felt the nurse's hands on his shoulders, trying to pull him up from the blanket. Sky had no problem pushing her petite body away. His lungs felt as if the fires of hell resided in them, and his brain screamed for oxygen. A red haze slowly filled his sights.
"Good", he thought, "I can go to hell and get my punishment soon". He heard the nurse screaming for help in the background. Suddenly, strong arms grabbed him, and forced him off the bed. His brain, sensing the air, forced Sky to open his mouth and take a breath of life-giving oxygen. His mind instantly cleared.
"No", he thought, "I need to die. I need to get my punishment". Sky began to yell and struggle against the two muscular men holding him back (A/N. He might be a little suicidal at this point).
"Sir, calm down" one of them said.
"NO", Sky screamed, "I NEED TO GET MY PUNISHMENT, NOW!" And when he was done with his punishment in hell, he could go join Bloom in heaven. Suddenly motivated, battle training instantly kicked in. Sky swung his right leg (the one in the cast) behind him, hitting one of his captors in the crotch. The man loosened his grip, allowing Sky to swing his right arm free. His hand formed a first, and he brought it back down in a vicious backhand, sending the man sprawling on the floor.
His entire arm felt as if it was shattered, but that didn't stop him from smashing his fist into the other man's face. The man's grip on his left arm instantly slackened, allowing Sky to break free completely.
In all the confusion, Sky forgot his leg was broken and tried to stand on both legs. Needless to say, Sky felt a lot of pain and ended up dragging himself around the room.
"Now", he thought, "Where shall I get my punishment?" He looked around. There it was, on the ground, a switchblade that had fallen out of one of his captor's pockets. Sky hated to think of what this man did after work that he had to carry a switchblade around.
He reached out a hand, and grasped the cool wooden handle and easily switched open the blade with an expert flick of his wrist. He wondered which part of his body to stab that would kill him the quickest. He finally decided that driving the knife into his brain would work sufficiently. He positioned his hand above his head, with the point of the knife facing downward.
"All right, hell, here I come", he whispered and prepared himself to drive the knife into his scull. Suddenly, Sky felt a pinch in his shoulder, and all his limbs became immobile instantly. The world around him started to melt into blackness.
"I didn't kill myself", Sky thought, "Someone else did that for me". The world became darker and darker, as Sky readied himself for his punishment, and eventually, his reuniting with Bloom.
TBC… I suppose I'll leave it at that! Sorry about Sky's current state of mind, but he always struck me as an overly melodramatic person. Until next time my dear friends! BEWARE OF THE CHIPMUNKS!