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Note for this chapter: The story is taking place sometime close to the time Oz came out of the Abyss.
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Chapter 3
Oz had shot.
And he missed.
Oz had fallen from the gun's recoil. The shadowy monster was soon on top of him.
It pressed its large hands down on the small boy, crushing him. Gilbert's gun had slipped out of his hand and was only an inch out of reach.
C'mon dammit! Only a little more! Oz thought as he stretched to reach the gun. Then suddenly monster pushed down harder. Oz coughed blood, he couldn't breathe anymore. The monster was going to kill him. But he couldn't die, not yet...
He WOULDN'T die.
Oz did something that suprised him and the monster.
He bit it.
The monster had felt it and flung Oz a few feet off of its hand. Quickly, Oz jumped to the Gun and shot another unaimed bullet. He must have hit the monster in a solid part because it disintergrated before his eyes. He stood and regained himself a bit before shooting at the other Monster, who was suprised because it thought his partner took out the gunner. The monster also disinigrated.
Alice stopped her scythe in mid swing, almost decapitating the boy behind her target.
He'd save them both. He wasn't comepletely useless.
Oz fell down to take a breath. Alice, still in B-rabbit form, ran to his side.
Oz smiled. "Alice-."
He was cut off by a sharp pain in his heart. It was his clock. His actions didn't go without a price. Both him and Alice in B-rabbit form exerting themselves so much had used far too much energy. His chest burnt like mad. He held it, gasping for air. Gilbert, now okay, shouted.
"ALICE! CHANGE BACK!" he yelled, still 20 feet away. The chain changed back into her humanlike form. With that, his heart gave one final throb, and Oz blacked out.
Oz was one step closer to the unforgiving hands of the abyss.
Gil rushed to Oz side. Alice was already there, but only sitting, until she looked up at Gil with wide exhausted human eyes. Gil Kneeled down to the boy, who was shaking with pain in his unconscious state. There was blood dripping down the corner of his mouth. Gil lifted the limp boy up in his arms, and was followed by Alice back into the mansion. Neither of them spoke, half because of exhaustion and half because of worry. Even if neither of them showed it, they were both extremely worried about the boy.
The clown and Sharon were both still in the dining room. Gil stepped in for a moment telling them of the situation. Sharon looked genuinely worried, she offered to help with bandages but Gilbert said he would taken care of it. Break wasn't smiling, which could have been taken as some sort of worry.
Gilbert holding Oz and Alice headed up to Oz's room. Alice turned the light on as Gil set Oz on the bed. Gilbert told Alice to stay and watch Oz for a second. Gilbert headed up to his room to grab a medical kit. Hopefully, I won't need half this stuff. He thought, looking through the kit at the intensive care matirials.
He ran back down the stairs to Oz's room. The chain standing obediently (for a change) where she was told to. On his entrance she started towards the door. At the exit she spoke. " I'm no good at that stuff. You turn to watch him seaweed head." He couldn't help but notice a ring of worry in the slight shakiness of the Chain's voice.
Why was she so human?
Gilbert shook the thought out of his head, focusing on the task at hand. He stepped over to the bed, where Oz had finally stopped shaking, seeming to be asleep. Being as gentle as possible so as not to wake the boy, he wiped the blood from his face. Throwing away the cotton balls, as it discusted him at how much blood their was. He put a bandage on the scar on Oz's face. He noticed his breath become irregular and stopped, but soon Oz's breath went back to its regular pace.
Gilbert let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding.
He proceeded to the bloody wound under his shirt.
Gilbert unbuttoned Oz's shirt to get to the wounds. He was disgusted at the blood on his shoulder. It had only been a week or so since Oz came from the Abyss, even less time since he figured out raven was Gil, and his wound was only just beginning to heal. Unfortunately, it had opened again.
Gilbert unwrapped the bandages across Oz's shoulder and chest. Under it was a bloody reopened wound. Right under it on the left side of the boys chest...
was the mark of an illegal contract. It seemed like a tattoo or a burn on Oz's body, but it was more permanent than either of them. The worst part was something he noticed a second later. The clock shaped mark on Oz chest-
it had moved an hour.
Gilbert nearly dropped the medical box. He was mad at himself. He should have fought the chains by himself. He should have been more careful about it. And because of that his friend's mark was only 10 more hours away from his sinking into the abyss. But most of all, he was mad at Alice. She was responsible for all of this. If it wasn't for her, Oz wouldn't have gotten out of the abyss, he admitted. But it was partly her fault he was in there in the first place, wasn't it? He couldn't think straight. All his mind was on now was that his he'd lost his friend once, and was even closer to losing him again.
Gil finished bandaging Oz's wounds and sat in the chair by his bed. He ran his fingers through the boy's golden blonde hair. He didn't look a day older than the last time he saw him 10 years ago. Gil himself did look much different though. Gil stopped stroking the boys head and had a scary thought. What if he never looks any different? What if he never lives long enough too?
Gil felt the boy shake a bit more. Probably in the midst of a nightmare. Gilbert resolved to himself. Oz was going to live. He was going to live long. And he wasn't going to be dragged into the abyss. And if Oz did get dragged, Gilbert wasn't going to give up without one hell of a fight.
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This chapter was a little shorter than the others... Well, at least there isn't a cliffhanger at the end of this.
To be continued! I would love to hear your Ideas about it!