This will be short im sorry lots of school and work but I swear I will begin updating faster from now on! The passion is back :)
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Frustration and rage came next being fed by the disgust at my own failure to escape. I couldnt win a real fight but now I cant even succeed at running away like my normal talent was for. Practically screaming aloud in my mind I forced myself up quickly. I no longer deserved my spirits therefore I no longer deserved to breath. My vision swam as my body sat straight upright but I pushed that aside forcing them to focus. Sting was kneeling so close and and rouge hovered nearby with the ever present exceeds near. The rage instantly focused on Sting and I opened my mouth to speak forcing past the rasp in throat and pain doing so caused "why are you here...leave me". He looked perplexed and then angry himself reeling back half an inch before retorting "if we do you will die...your spirits somehow saved you but your hardly in any shape to be alone so I think you owe me a thank you princess". I laughed the throat raw and bleeding as I continued to force sound outward "do it...please dear savior just leave me to my own im sure I will survive". His roar was the response of rage and the dark place inside of me smiled now. He would take off in his rage forgetting about whatever this insanity growing between us was and rouge would follow behind him. The dark place inside of me swelled with pride for even if I could not win at fighting or fleeing at least then I would succeed at giving up on my own. A small remnant of my spirit latched onto the hope that I would survive even if my pride pushed away my saviors put practicality kicked in that no miracle could make that happen as even the spirit king had pushed his reserves to save myself to this point.
Rouge took the pause at the end of Sting's roar to speak despite his calmness I could see a dangerous glint of understanding within his eyes "Lucy surely you don't want us to actually leave you out here...without power and injured". I dared him to continue with my eyes begging him to say weak so I could use what little energy I had to lash out at him personally but I couldnt force the cruelty past my lips so instead I choose to ignore him. Pretending to look away to study the trees I took a shallow breath trying to get my throat to stop bleeding to force the next bit out. Laughter bubbled up tearing fresh blood loose and it dripped slowly from my lips speaking I ignored the blood that ran down my chin "go away silly sabertooth tigers before someone declaws you". Stings snarl was dragonlike to a degree I had not expected and in his flashing of power I grinned for he had not smelt the blood in his outburst. Rouge went to step forward toward me but Strings following snarl secured he took not one more step forward. I could not see Rouge's face but inside I wondered if he trembled inside as I did at the sound of Sting'es rage. Some deep part of me longed to reach out and accept their help but I could not get anymore help. I was done being less than I demanded to at least die on my own terms.
The ground crumpled beneath his feet as sting stood and I fought back the sigh of relief. He was leaving..they were leaving me to my fate. My keys would relocate at my passing on to the next host found suited to wield their individual personalities. Now to just force my body to stay upright while they left, my pride to at least stay standing as I am left to my own. Steps away crunched upon the grass and I began to slowly crumple as the distance grew. All the rage that fueled within me was fleeting as the blood dripping from my lips increased. I felt a new wound open upon my rib cage and the second the fresh blood has soaked through enough to start pooling beside me the crunch of leaves stopped. I felt the sheer overwhelming flux of power wash over me and the nearness of it almost made me collapse at that moment. The warm hand firmly pressed against the gash on my rib cage startled me to the point of crying out. The sheer pain from the last five minutes of pushing my already overly taxed body coursed quickly through me and I reached out with my hand grasping the closest thing to me. I gritted my teeth and forced my eyes to meet the pair searing practically through me. Blue struck me and I swam in them for a moment so confused and lost in the overwhelming intensity. I wasnt sure if I could not breath because of the pain or the intensity of the eyes looking into my soul. Feeling the look practically slam into the dark creature inside my soul I broke free from its hold and despair and in that moment I exhaled in the sheer exhaustion and relief. Allowing my possibly dying body to fall forward and into the arms of the blue orbs. Within a moment of connecting a surge of his power coursed through me for a moment easing my pain and I finally registered the orbs as being Stings. Perhaps that realization or the loss of any strength left came first but the world closed around the image of those blue eyes until all that was left was blackness.