15's Guilt; the Group Assemble!
I never did mention that 14 was dead did I? well. Now you know. I still feel like I could've just ripped myself out of their grasp and run away but no. I didn't. I haven't told anyone else about what happened and how I got away from the Shadowpunks. Well, maybe 18 knows some of it…16 doesn't like that I keep secrets I think that's one reason she doesn't like me. I feel so guilty. I not only took one life but three others. What would 14 say if she had seen. I really don't know she's gone now. And I guess, I'm the oldest. Yeah. That's nice. Not really. I wish 14 was here to guide me…
17 yawned as he looked out the telescope 14 had built. When he had woken he had felt like something had happened. Something bad. Very bad. "What?" he asked startled as he swung with the telescope. There was an unknown Stichpunk running across the ground holding her arm. She slowed to a stumble and collapsed face down.
"18! Wake up!" 17 yelled into 18's face shaking her. "GAH! 17 DON'T DO THAT!" 18 shrieked sitting up knocking 17 backwards.
"quiet. We don't want to wake up 19 or 16 do we?" 17 asked sitting up and putting a finger on his cloth lips. 18 shook her head silently, a smile on her face. She got up and quietly asked, "So what's the emergency, 17?"
17 grinned. "one of the Stichpunks you saw in your vision collapsed on the ground a few miles out." 17's smile grew bigger as he watched his younger sister's eyes grow round and shine with hope.
"Come on 17!" she exclaimed grabbing his hand. He looked down surprised then looked up again in confusion. And was nearly pulled off his feet by 18.
"18, slow down!" 17 hollered. "No! I want to see who this new Stichpunk is!" 18 yelled back at him.
"So, could you slow down? I want to see him or her to!" 17 replied. Reluctantly 18 slowed down. "hey 17, would you turn on some music?" 18 asked her friend/brother. 17 shrugged and replied with a sure.
What if it makes you sad at me?
"oh 17! Change the song this one's to sad!" 18 cried.17 replied by switching the song.
In a moment, everything can change…
Feel the wind on your shoulder
For a minute, all the world can wait,
Let go of your yesterday.
18 sighed quietly swinging her hand with 17's.
Can you hear it calling?
Can you feel it in your soul?
Can you trust this longing,
And take control?
"Yes. We can." 17 said answering the song's question. 18 laughed quietly.
Fly.
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away.
You can shine,
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try,
'Cause it's your time.
Time to fly.
"I wish I knew how to fly." 18 muttered. "I don't think she meant it like that 18. I think she meant it like it's time to start actually living a life." 17 said cheerfully. "Ooohhh. I get it now!" 18 said cheerfully. "but I still wish I could fly." 17 started to laugh. "it's not funny!"
All your worries, leave them somewhere else.
Find a dream you can follow…
Reach for something, when there's nothing left,
And the world's feeling hollow,
18 smiled. It seemed like the person singing was telling 17 not to be nervous and follow his dreams.
Can you hear if calling?
Can you feel it in your soul?
Can you trust this longing,
And take control?
"Yep!" both 18 and 17 replied.
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away
You can shine
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try,
Cause it's your time…
Time to fly.
"we can shine!" 18 exclaimed while 17 finished it "and we will!"
And when your down and feel alone,
Just wanna run away.
Trust yourself and don't give up.
You know you better than anyone else
"that's pretty true 17." 18 commented dryly. "hey! what's that supposed to mean?"
In a moment, everything can change.
Feel the wind on your shoulder.
For a minute, all the word can wait.
Let go of your yesterday.
"okay, were exactly did you see that Stitchpunk 17? Cause I think we might be lost."
Fly
Open up the part of you that wants to hide away.
You can shine,
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try,
"well- were not lost 18! Look, that new Stitchpunk is just over those two hills!"
Fly
Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,
And start to try,
"okay then 17! Lead the way!" 18 exclaimed almost bolting there but having to restrain herself.
Cause it's your time,
Time to fly.
They both ran, excitement filling ever circuit system in their bodies. They ran up the last hill where they stopped shocked. The Stichpunk that 17 had seen was not 14 as 18 had secretly hoped but an unknown Stitchpunk. The last words of the song went unnoticed. But they held a strong importance.
In a moment, everything can change………
"who is- oh. Wow. 17 come over here!" 18 yelled while she was trying to push over the unknown Stichpunk onto it's stomach. "what? What?" 17 asked while running up to her. When he had finished helping he couldn't help but gape. 18 gasped covering her mouth with her two hands. As if afraid that the scene would disappear. On the back of the unknown Stitchpunk was the number 15.
"I-I thought that 16 said that the Fifteenth got killed off by the Shadowpunks. This, this lie shall never be forgiven!" 18 was shaking from the anger she felt towards 16. "18. Please calm down, you going into angry female mode will not help 15. Look." 17 said while still examining 15. 18 looked and gave a gasp of anger. 15 looked horrible. She was covered in rips and her right arm's metal skeletal frame was poking out from the top shoulder. "Is, is 15 dead?" 18 whispered horrified.
17 smiled grimly. "no, 15's not dead, just fell into a VERY deep rest cycle." "I am so going to get those Shadowpunks or whatever did this to 15." 18 growled. "18. I told you I need to calm down. I need you to go and try to find some string and a needle." 17 instructed, going into healer mode. When 18 had left to look for supplies, 17 sighed.
While he was not as good as 14 was, he was the journeyman of her. So he knew his/her craft pretty well. But, he wondered.
"What happened to you, 15?" 17 asked placing his silver crafted hand on 15's shoulder. In response, 15 moaned in pain. "15? 15. If you can hear me twitch your left foot." 15 simply did nothing.
17 sighed, he was going to have to wait till 18 got back so he could actually make a better diagnosis.
*Hours of pacing and twitching later*
18 ran back puffing, her arms full of the necessary equipment that she could find. Basically the needle and a whole LOT of string. She had stuffed the rest of a huge pile of string, inside, where the Scientist had installed in all the Stitchpunks, "storing room" as 14 had cheerfully called it.
"ah, thank you 18!" 17 thanked the younger Stichpunk and gently took the supplies from her. "Is she gonna be alright?" she asked peering over 17's shoulder as he worked in stitching the older Stichpunk up. After he was done they both heard a slight moan. 18 gripped 17 tightly but looked down at 15 and gasped. The older Stichpunk was wiggling and had a twisted face full of agony.
"NO!" 15 shrieked surprising both 17 and 18. They had thought 15 was a boy but, He was actually a She. "I think she's having a nightmare 18. You need to get in there. That's your apartment, going into someone's dreams." 17's face had a small pained smirk as he stepped back. 18 had a strange ability to go into someone's dreams. Of course that is if she wanted.
18 took a few tentative steps forward and softly put her right hand onto the forehead of 15's pain filled face. A soft light red light surrounded 18 and 15. And 17 knew that 18 was viewing what his patient was seeing in her nightmare.
~~~15's Dream/Memory~~~
15 stared in horror as 14 was killed in front of her very eyes once more. She was suddenly aware of herself watching herself go into that rage, the one that had taken 4 lives. She knew this was a dream but it just seemed so real. She was suddenly back in her own body as she killed Carpo once more. Suddenly 15 felt a gentle hand on her shoulders, gently pulling and tugging her away from the scene. "Come on 15. You can't beat yourself up for what ever you did back there." the unknown Stichpunk said while steering 15 around a big pile of junk that we don't want to know about right now. "were are you taking me?" 15 asked weekly still horrified at what she had just done.
"WELL…" the Stichpunk drew a deep breath as she though about it. "I actually have NO clue!" she said cheerfully. 15 nearly fell over in exasperation. And that's hard to do when you are walking. "I can't believe this!" 15 moaned good naturedly. "well, you don't have to! See you when you wake up 15-Kun!" The Stichpunk said giggling as she let go of 15's shoulders. "Huh? Wait," 15 cried turning around to glimpse the Stichpunk's back almost gone back, "don't leave me alone!"
A small giggle came to 15's ears. "You'll never be alone 15-Kun! Now it's time to wake up!"
15 blinked. 'time to wake up'? what did that mean? she wondered. Then she smiled. The unknown Stichpunk had been marked with a 18 on her back. "Thank you, 18."
~~ real world~~
18 sighed as she came back to reality. "so, what kind of dream did 15 have?" 17 asked. 18 smiled and shook her head. "she had a nightmare, but it's not my place to tell you what the nightmare was about, she's been through enough for today from the looks of it."
17 smiled at 18, "You're right 18, it's not my place to pry. Besides she's older then 16!"
15 heard two voices before she even opened her eyes so she heard the whole conversation. "Hey 17?" 15 recognized this voice to be the one from her dream. "Yes 18?" yep, it was 18. " do you think that 15-Kun's awake? Cause I think so!"
17 turned around and tried not to gape. 15 had gingerly sat up and was examining her stitch like scars. "I-I um… I tried to make them as b-best I c-could."17 said going back into stutter mode. 15 raised a confused eyebrow as 18 bent over laughing. "W-what's so funny?" 17 demanded in a slight stuttering voice. But that just made 18 laugh harder. "I-it's always you to get nervous when you fix someone for the first time!" 18 choked out then went into another laughing fit, bending over.
15 couldn't help it, she started to chuckle. Then the chuckles turned into laughter. Soon all four of them were laughing.
About three hours later they deiced to head back the Church. Basically so 18 could beat the crap out of 16, to put it lightly.
TBC
Okay, it's not that much but I hope you like! And don't worry, 15 still has some more of the mental grief to deal with.
The Stichpunks for once have nothing to say….
14 still sore from dieing: I resent that 16!
All the other Stichpunks groan and cover their eyes, all EXCEPT 16 cause she's pinned down underneath 14's but.
All: Review please!