In the Willows

Chapter Twenty-Three: Impromptu Rescue Mission

"A wise man knows not to have a lot of enemies. The friction of constant conflict is a distraction in life, and left unchecked can end up being what subtracts him from life. If possible, all enemies should be eliminated."

-Morgan Freeman 2020

Clementine's POV

You inspect AJ's arm. It looks like his elbow is dislocated.

"AJ, I'm gonna need you to stay still."

He grits his teeth, "I am."

With a loud snap, you set his elbow back in place.

He closes his eyes and puts his head up almost falling onto the ground. He groans loudly trying not to yell out in pain.

"Better?"

"Y-Yeah."

You hug him tightly. Y/N ran off to who knows where. You're worried about him, but he lied to you. He broke his deal with you. How long has he been coughing up blood? Is it because of the brand?

"Clem?"

You let go and look at him.

"Y/N is gonna be fine."

You smile lightly, "I'm not worried about him."

"You don't have to lie to look tough in front of me."

"I'm not lying."

You look at the gate, Javier is standing there with his arms crossed shaking his head. Multiple people are running around assessing the damage.

"Let's go find the others."

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Kyan's POV

You hold your arm wound tightly as you go into your bag to find a gauze.

"I can't believe that bitch shot me!" you murmur to yourself.

She must be aligned with the Bastard Syndicate, but why? They must've had an offer she couldn't refuse.

You wrap the gauze around your arm and secure it tight.

You sigh and get up from your position, "I have to get to the van."

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Y/N's POV

You grab your rifle and walk up to Gabe, "Speak, traitor."

"Traitor? What are you- "

"You gave me up and got Aasim killed you FUCK." you say pointing your rifle at him, "He got burned alive if you haven't forgotten."

He raises his hands, "What did you want me to do!?"

"Not sell out your friends! Clementine, AJ, they're in danger because of you!"

"I'm sorry!"

You grip the handguard tightly making your knuckles turn white. You think about pulling the trigger, then stop.

'What the hell are you doing? He's scared, thought this was the only option.' one voice in your head speaks.

'No! Kill that rat, he put Clementine in danger!' another voice calls out.

Before you decide his fate, you hear heavy foot falls in the corridor. You swing your rifle to the doorway and let off two shots.

"Stop! I'm friendly!" a male voice says.