Hello. I've returned. Before you get mad that I'm updating this again, let me explain: With TVD, I'm so completely Writer's Blocked at this point, it's impossible to write. With Foreseen, I can't figure out what Zoey will say next. And for my ToD, I'm updating that when I'm finished with this 'cause these are the only two stories I have ideas for. Read On!
Chapter 1: Who Are You?
Damien
I looked down at the.. the… thing in my arms. He had fainted. I couldn't help feeling disgust when I looked at him. This creature was a murderer, a creature of the dark. And, yet, I couldn't leave it there to die. It stirred.
"Ow," he said. He looked up and was shocked when he saw my face. Then, I could see the memories flood in and a different kind of flooded his eyes. "What is your name, fledgling?" he asked.
I considered the idea of telling him. But, there was too much risk. I planned on healing him, and when I did, he was most likely to run back to Kalona. Then again, Kalona probably already knew my name, considering how long he spent with Neferet. I finally decided to tell him. What more could Kalona or Neferet do to me. They already took the most important thing in my life from me.
"Damien. My name is Damien." The Raven Mocker nodded, and appeared to turn the information over in his head.
"Phelos. Son of Nyx, you may call me Phelos." The Raven Mocker jerked in my arms and fainted again.
"Man, he's in bad shape. I don't know how I can help," I whispered allowed to myself, "But, I'll try." The Raven Mocker remained motionless.
When we reached our destination; a cabin me and Jack had found deep into the woods, the Raven Mocker- Phelos- was still unconscious. Instinctively, I felt alongside of his body to see if he had any bones broken. He had many, his left arm was fractured, his right leg was broken into three, he had sixteen broken ribs, and a mildly severe skull fracture.
I first lined up the bones in his leg. Then I grabbed two sticks from outside and lined them up and wrapped them in a strip of my shirt. Next, I grabbed some of the clothes me and Jack had left here for occasional times when we stayed out here. I stuffed them into a pillow case from the closet and used it as a splint for one side of his body. On the other side, I did the same thing.
I laid a pillow under his head where it was fractured. Then I left him sleeping where I had put him down on the floor.
Phelos
I awoke to silence and my wounds attended to. I had no clue where the boy- Damien- had gone. But, I was stunned at his kindness for someone I know he hates. I could tell be his eyes. I racked my mind for his name. It sounded familiar somehow. But it would not come to me. Maybe because I was so wounded. I assessed my own wounds. I found he had treated them the way I would have if it had been me. I was still bleeding in various places, but his splints had mostly stopped it so that I was not in immediate damage. My mind drifted back to Rephaim. He had been missing for a while when were with the Tsi Sgili, but Father was unconscious then and no beatings came.
When Father awoke, he finally chose another one of us to beat on temporarily. Then, when we returned to Tulsa- I stopped myself. The world got bad then. I wouldn't think of it. I was thirsty and in pain, but the boy had left no easily accessible water. So, I allowed myself to slip back into that unconscious state where no pain existed.
My dreams were filled with images of the boy as I had seem him, crumbling and crying over someone lost.
"Remember, Phelos," a voice called.
"Who are you?" I called back. I looked around but no one was in sight. I floated in a sea of black filled with flashes of Damien.
"That is not something I can tell you." The voice was female and beautiful.
I was irritated at the answer. "Fine. If you can't tell me that, at least tell me what I'm supposed to remember."
"Him. Who he is. You know. You have to let yourself remember," the voice said, as calm as before. Abruptly, the images fell away and the voice faded and I was left alone in the darkness.
Damien
I walked to my dorm, filled now with things I had saved of Jack's. I fell on a bed and hugged a pillow that still smelled faintly of him. I fell asleep to that smell, and images of him crowded my dreams. Those fell and shattered and when I thought I would awaken, new images rose from the pieces, these of Phelos.
I know it's a short chapter, but this seemed and appropriate placed to end it, both locked in dreams of the other. Well, now I have updates for another story after I post this. I hope you like the chapter. I had to break down a wall or two on the way to the end but I did it, for you guys. Give thanks to Inquiete for saying she wanted to hear from this story first. Glad to be updating a lot, StevieRae2011, signing off!