The Renegade

Chapter 6

This hurts in every part of me. I'm ashamed of myself for not driving these guys out, I hate myself for almost letting myself get killed, and now I'm stuck being cared for by the same people who I was trying to get out! Gees, life stinks! I mentally yelled at myself.

It could be worse…

Oh really? How so? The sudden silence within myself assured my life's absolute hopelessness.

"I'm guessing I was right with all your names, right?" I asked, quickly regretting it.

Great! Now, let's remind the only people who could keep you from bleeding to death about how you just threatened to kill their youngest member.

Max was the only one that seemed to notice. She seemed especially tense and angry at me. I heard all her comments about me; good hearing comes with the whole bat wing thing. I guess I can't really blame her, though.

"Yeah," Nudge answered, "The only one you forgot was Fang. How did you figure out all our names anyway? Were you watching us the whole time?"

"I didn't watch you. I listened to you all for about an hour and figured out as much as I could," Judging by the sudden silence I figured I needed to explain further, "I can hear really well, it comes with the wings." Another long silence answered me, so I just gave up. I'm not good with kids.

Fang returned with the liquor and two towels. I briefly wondered why Max wasn't going to do this, I mean, it wasn't anything that invasive but still… it's kind of weird.

She does NOT like you!

Which is very bad.

Yeah, the leader hates you guts!

Which are one limb away from bursting out.

"Okay," Fang hesitated, "This is probably going to hurt."

Well, yeah! It's gonna hurt like Hell!

I put one of the towels under my arm to keep my already blood-soaked clothes from getting even wetter while Fang was wetting the other towel with the liquor. "I'll try not to pass out." I sighed, grabbing a chunk of rock that stuck out in the wall ahead of me and bracing myself for the pain. I shut my eyes and felt like I was spinning.

This is not good.

I felt the pressure of the towel press down on my shoulder followed by the cold sensation of the liquor dripping into the gash on my arm. I bit my lip, bracing for the sting of the alcohol. It felt like a burning building just fell on me. I couldn't control myself. My battered wing scraped the ground next to me, digging through the thin layer of sand and grinding against the rock underneath. I couldn't even feel when Fang took the cloth off, rewetted it, and replaced it back on my arm; my mind was too overloaded with the burn.

I tried to concentrate on keeping myself from crying but I gave up quickly realizing that it was near impossible. I regrettably let silent tears slide down my already bleeding cheeks. I tilted my head so my hair fell over my face, hiding my tears from Fang. Only one person has seen me cry before and I'd prefer for it to stay that way. I couldn't help but long for Truence to be here with me, holding my hand and comforting me. The thought only caused a light sob to escape my lips and make me wish Fang had just killed me.

It would have been better for me.

It would have been better for them.

Besides I could finally be with Truence.

Author's Note: Mwa-ha-ha-ha! Suspense, sorry but I'm feeling exceptionally evil lately! Nah, just kidding! Sorry this is a kind of short chapter but I promise I'll update soon! Till next time!