Heya! I'm back! I've been a little busy with school and now in only a few hours I have a medic appointment with a neurologist so I can only sleep for four hours. I thought that this could have been as good a moment as anything.
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Chapter 2
Charly's POV
Oh… God… I am so… screwed… This can't be real… I must've… I, I must've stayed asleep on that bench… yeah that's it! I'm still sleeping in the bench with Claire probably trying to get me up-
"What's wrong dear?" Baraka chuckled sending horrible goose bumps crawling all the way up my already rigid spine. I don't believe it… I have to be hallucinating or-or something! Because there is no way in heck that he-h-he is real! Or better yet that!
Rubbing furiously at my eyes I tried looking for my glasses inside my bag. Perhaps my eyes were simply deceiving me. Oh! My hands are shaking too much and I can barely see a freaking thing! …Wait! My flashlight!
I looked around but to my horror I could faintly see – even though slightly blurry – my salvation right by the feet of the monstrous Tarkatan.
"Don't worry…" he sneered, I could see his eyes darkened and he cackled as I felt my eyes stinging with upcoming tears.
"GAH!-" All of a sudden an incredible force pushed against my middle hurtling me back like a rag doll. Hitting the brick wall, my head connecting harshly against it and then slumped forward falling on top of a dumpster. I would've stayed atop the dirty, old metal contraction if it weren't for the angle I was thrown off. I barely used the dumpster as a trampoline and landed back on the pavement with an unceremonious landing and a loud yell.
"Mmmhm" he seemed to be 'thinking'… if he even had a brain, "and I thought you would be more of a challenge" he said shaking his head in disappointment, arms crossed and sneering/chuckling.
What did he mean by that? Grabbing onto the wall as support I tried getting back to my feet, only to fall back down to my butt. Ow! I flinched as I felt a deep sting coming directly from my stomach which was sending waves after waves of pain. What… I felt something wet when I grabbed my middle. I gasped when I raised my left arm to the light. I could see the red stains on it and an unsettling feeling crept up my chest, to my throat and finally came out as my dinner and breakfast.
The minute I realized I was going to throw up I leaned to the opposite side so that my spills wouldn't be seen. Just seeing my food in the dirty pavement, getting mixed with the trash beside the dumpster made me feel sick again… gosh… the moment the smell reached my nostrils I emptied myself again.
"Pathetic" I heard Baraka hiss as footsteps kept coming closer. Realizing that Baraka had cut two, ghastly gashes in my abdomen, going all the way from my bellybutton to my upper abdomen.
I got up trying to get away from said creature when a moan stopped me dead in my tracks. Looking back slowly, and frightfully I watched as my best friend gathered herself in the floor, completely oblivious to the demonic eyes gazing down on her.
Frozen I had no idea as to what as to what I should have done. For a moment I thought he would just ignore her and keep his assault on me, but after seconds – later turning into minutes – of staring I got ticked off. When she started to come and mumble incoherent things he began advancing on her. That was what got me moving. My legs moved underneath me and before I knew it I had hurled my frame against his bigger one managing to land on the floor, yet dragging him along for the ride. The effect was the one I wanted… but not in the way it happened.
He got angry and pissed off that's for sure but I somehow hadn't expected him to run me through with both his blades. I gasped as I felt the broad swords go through my middle, possibly sticking out my back. The pain was unbearable. I could already taste the metallic flavor of blood slowly rising up my throat. He still hadn't let go, instead he decided to make me writher in pain. So he put more pressure making me whimper slightly even though in truth... it hurt like hell. I didn't feel like screaming for him though, he wasn't worth my pain.
He hissed at my face applying even more pressure to my already deep wounds. I could feel the blood slowly flowing out like a fountain. Drops were heard crashing with the stone below, which by the way, had already left my feet as I was now dangling a feet or so above the ground.
Crimson liquid started overflowing my throat and soon began to creep out the corners of my mouth. Black spots covered parts of my vision and a headache began to make itself present. I heard soft sounds in the background when my eyes began to feel heavy. Small tears gathered in my eyes and clouded them before one silently fell from one of them. I knew I was gonna die… and nobody would be there to help me…
But one last look before blacking out told me differently, Claire was coming up behind Baraka. Nooo! Claire nononononononono! Get out of here already! I'm not worth it just let me die and save yourself idiot!
"Take this!" KRNKKSHRRRRR!
My vision was still blurry due to the fact that there was water in them, I already had slight eye sight problems… and blood was also started to fall on them from somewhere in my head. That didn't stop me from seen Claire and the vulnerable position she found herself in though.
When I saw something wet falling from her arm… his hand was around her throat holding her up just as high as I was… I saw red.
My veins felt as though they were boiling right under my white, scrapped skin. Giving out an uncharacteristic growl I pushed my left leg backwards and then brought it forward as hard as I could. Damn… think it hurt me more than him…
It worked though. He let go of both of us in his small distracted moment. Overseeing the fact that he would probably kill us now that I had kicked him I crawled/ran towards the trashcans to get something, anything that could act as a shield or weapon. Yet on my way there something harsh and cold dragged me away from my salvation and back to where I started… Claire was frozen on the floor in terror of the fate that awaited us both… God, please if I'm gonna die then just make it quick and be done with it…
A shriek held place, yet I didn't feel in pain. No guts crushed, no blood spluttering into his metal, rusted claws, no nothing. Though, my ear drums nearly exploded… Damn… didn't know Claire had such strong lungs… though she had a bit of high pitched tone, it wasn't that bad…
Wait a sec… that wasn't Claire… Tentatively, fearing that my friend might've taken the blow instead of me, I opened my tired eyes…
"WAAHH!" Right in my face I saw a battle axe, broad and slightly dented, bathed in a dark substance. But that wasn't what made me yell or stare wide eyed… the metal had gone right through the face of the demon holding me and-oh, wait he let go of Claire already. It passed straight through the back of the head and was barely a couple inches away from my pale, frozen face. Sweaty, shaking, pale, small hands reached up to touch the intruding metal – it was an impulse on my part. When my pointer finger made contact with the right side I felt tears rising to cover my eyes in watery fog. It. Was. Real. I could feel the substance on it making it sleek – I was pretty sure that wasn't oil.
"Charly…"
"…"
"Charly"
"…"
"Charly! Snap out of it!" a strong hand grabbed the axe hauling it harshly out of the skin and bones – probably brain too, if he had one – making me flinch as the skin became a mess of scarred and chapped skin. If he was ugly before, he looked worse than an over-killed zombie by now.
The feeling of falling became aware to me if only a second before I hit the ground. My eyes fell shut when I remembered the Tarkatan had been holding me, therefore he probably was gonna land on me. Instead I felt a rush of wind and something resembling smoke washing over me. Letting my eyes re-open to see black remaining smeared smoke like ghostly spreading about until it vanished completely. Coughing slightly and arm came to my back and helped seat up only to wince, shutting my eyes and clenching my teeth at the pain the little movement brought.
"Verdammt, das verdammte Damon aus der Holle…" I mumbled not wanting Claire to hear me swear – she always ended up hitting me.
WHACK!
"AUGH!"
"Stop cursing in other languages!" I looked at her with wide eyes –while rubbing the bump in my head and my lips parted to form a gaping look. Damn her! She knew I was cursing! Aww crud… that means I can't use that anymore…
"But I-" Stopping dead in my tracks I gazed up at Claire who was standing in front of me. Hands in hips, lips pursued, blond/brown hair messy, eyes glaring…
Gasp.
She stopped glaring at me and her face changed from an irritated one to a confused one. "What?" she asked putting her hands down and looking at me strangely.
"If-but-you're, y-you're there…" I rambled looking at her, more like leering as fear formed in the pits of my - already damaged enough – stomach.
"Duh. Of course I'm here. What's gotten into you?" she asked kneeling down to look at me closely, then lifting up a caramel, chubby, white nail polished hand to my forehead. "All of this blood loss probably took its toll on you." She said reminding me of something… what is it… I have on the point of my tongue… mmm… oh! That's right! I remembered: A doctor.
"If you're here… then…" I gulped, taking a deep breath and staining my pale neck to look up at the stranger holding me up… "Oh…" was the only thing I could utter at the moment.
"Hey, um, mister, we're um very grateful for um, you know, you saving us and all… but my friend here really needs to see a doctor okay? So uh, either you let her go so I can call an ambulance or… help me with her?" Claire uttered looking wary of the warrior clad in red robes and black bandages. I was in a still trance in his green, luminous, hypnotizing and a bit unnerving orbs. I knew him. How could I not? Or I should probably say them. Not wavering my eyes or stopping my rude staring moment I reached a skinny, lazy arm blindly towards Claire to try and shut her up so I could ask her if I was going insane but then remembered that she wouldn't recognize him as well as I did.
"Claire? Um… uh… I think…" I murmured feeling a sudden sense of anger washing over my body like a wave only to leave as soon as it came… Shaking my head around, messy, dark locks flying about, I cleared my head when I felt a hand wrap itself around my aching middle and lifted me up. "Uh… wait… w-what are you doing E-" I caught my tongue before his name could roll of it – not really knowing why.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing? Put her down right now mister! O-or I'll call the police!" she said shaking with anger, possibly fear too.
"You needn't worry. We will not harm her. On the contrary we are here to help you both. But for us to aid you, you must come with us." He said in his multi-toned voice, changing my position as he did. Now I was being carried by him in bridal style. My heart started racing. What's he gonna do? Are his words true? Is he really trying to help… or is he faking and planning on kidnapping us? Oh God, If I didn't feel like I was about to faint I would've probably jumped right out of his broad arms and ran to Claire but…
I looked up at him again. His eyes were now focusing on Claire who was throwing a hissy-fit and ordering him to place me back on the hard concrete beneath us. Curiosity was bubbling inside of me once more. Not really knowing why… I… Trusted… Him. And having used him as a playable character on Mortal Kombat had nothing, at all, to do with it. I guess he just had this comfortable, peaceful aura around him…
"…Claire I think we can trust him…" I whispered barely audible or to the reach of human ears. Meaning that only Ermac looked at me. I turned my eyes from his own orbs feeling a bit uneasy and instead changed to my hyperventilating friend.. "Claire!" I yelled high enough for her to stop rambling and to look at me.
"What?" she said… panting? Obviously she didn't trust him one bit. Couldn't blame her though. If some weird guy in lots of robes and mommy-like wraps came up to us and suddenly grabbed her I would to get defensive. We we're almost like sisters after all.
"I… think we should go… with him…" I said as my eyes drooped a bit and I could see my dark lashes in my view.
"ARE YOU INSANE?"
"GA-AH! Don't yell!" I said now fully awake and wincing at the force I felt in my upper abdomen from that outburst. Looking down I saw that Ermac's red robes had something dark and wet on them… more blood… great…
"How do you not want me to yell? You want to go to who knows where with some stranger you just met barely five minutes ago? I think you're brain's roasted girl!" She made dramatic gestures with her arms and hands as she said this. Okay… so… it wasn't such a good idea to go with him… but… I had this… poking feeling that we didn't really have a choice…
"W-why… why… why do you want us to go with you? And… for what?" I asked wavering and took a small gulp.
"You must come with us because you will be safer. Once we reach our destination you shall be informed about the situation." Was all he said before he started to walk away and towards the end of the deserted alley, with an angry Claire in tow.
"Wait! Where do you think you're going? Put Charly down and leave us alone you creep!" she yelled as she catched up to us and stood high in front of the warrior holding me. Now I felt… awkward. I don't know why. It's just that seeing Claire trying to confront a man that could snap her in half with a flick of his wrist just because he had me in his arms and wanted to take me to God knows where…
"We are sorry but we are under orders." He said unwavering at Claire's harsh and loud voice.
"And who's orders exactly?" she put an air quote to put emphasis on the person Ermac was taking orders from. Uh-oh… I have a bad feeling… I think I might have a small guess as to whose orders it might be…
"…Lord Raiden's"
Gasp. Well, this just about made my day.
R&R
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