Chapter Fifteen
Fanny's POV
I groaned as I pushed myself up and leant on one arm. My head was pounding like crazy, and my body was sore. I wasn't sure how long I was out for, and had no idea where I was. I decided I'd contact Hoagie, and try to get him to find me. I went to press a button, but my finger came to the texture of my skin. I looked down at my wrist, and noticed it was completely bare. I looked around, and cursed slightly. My communicator had been stripped clean from my wrist, and had been smashed to oblivion. But, it didn't seem like it could've smashed from the fall.
"Someone's here." I said to myself quietly, getting up and picking it up. "Someone doesn't want us contacting each other…"
There was movement in the corner of my eye. I turned my head as quick as I could, but only to find I was alone. I got up uneasily, and looked around for a bit. My gun laid a few meters away, but was in perfect condition. From the looks of it, someone had attempted to smash it. I picked it up, and held it tightly to my side.
"Hello?" I called, hearing more movement in the room. I held the gun up, and began to slowly move around in a loose circle. "Hoagie?"
A scratching to my left. I swung around, and pointed my gun directly at the culprit. I sighed and lowered my weapon; it was only a harmless mouse. It looked up, but not at me. Its eyes seemed to widen before it scurried away. I heard another noise, and jumped back slightly. I was getting scared now, and I wasn't in a good enough condition to fight. I backed up a little more, and ran into someone. Instantly, I grabbed material, and sighed with relief. I recognized the material anywhere, having clung to it several times in that mission.
"You found me, I was getting…" I started as I turned around. "…Worried?"
I looked in horror, and backed away from Hoagie slightly at his appearance. Well, I think it was him. He was what we had both snorted at, and laughed inwardly at. Bandages covered most of his body, the visible parts of his skin aged and decaying. His face deformed to that of a dog-like creature, his eyes glowing a blood red colour. His clothes torn fiercely, as if he was attacked beforehand.
"Wha…wh…what have they done?" I asked, feeling hot breath upon my neck. I held my gun up to his face as I backed away slightly. My fingers trembled as he stepped forward with one of his dog-like foot. I couldn't shoot him, so I just held it up for protection. He snorted hot breath upon my body, and sent chills down my spine. I whimpered as he smacked the gun clear out of my hand, and grabbed my wrist. I couldn't attack him, but he didn't think twice as he threw me across the room. I hit the floor, and moaned in pain. I got up uneasily, and decided I'd fight back. Not that I did much harm to him anyway. I took a swing, and connected with his arm. I didn't count on it being so tough that I'd crunch my knuckle. He merely growled, and grabbed me around the neck. Lifting me high in the air, he roared in my face as I struggled. He was going to kill me if I didn't think of something…
He flung me into the boxes, and held me down with his own body. I could feel the wood splintering as he forced me deeper into the boxes, and felt a sharp piece pierce my left arm. I cringed, as his bulky body crushed my own. There was only one way to stop him, and that was…
"I have to KISS him to save him! No way! Nope, no, no, no...There is no way that I'm… Well if I have to…I can't believe I'm even considering it... oh god." I moaned to myself. My possessed teammate pushed me even further in the box, and I felt the piece of wood digging deeper. I rolled my eyes at my next move, and pressed my lips firm against his. They tasted awful at first, but then became soft and moist. I grabbed his arm firmly, and felt the skin softening. His body became lighter and smaller, and the pressure became less upon me. I ran a hand through his hair, which had turned back to being soft and silky. I felt the bandages unravel themselves, and fall off around us. I felt his arms slide gently around my back, and we continued for a few moments longer. I went deeper and more passionate with the kiss, and he suddenly pulled away. I guessed he just realized what was happening. He looked at me as I breathed in heavily, not moving a muscle.
"Fanny?" He questioned, looking in utter confusion. "Wh…what were we…why are you…what's all this…what happened?" He managed to spit out.
Shit. How was going to explain all this?
