The One With All the Sokeefe.

Chapter Twenty Seven: Amy

(a/n Hello my fellow crazies. A little swearing, but besides that it's all good. Enjoy!)

Amy:

"I'm going to be sick." I said, placing my hand on my forehead, slick with sweat. 

"If you aren't ready yet, you don-" Violet began, but I cut her off.

"No. I'm going to." I said, taking her hand. "You are a proud omnisexual who takes names, and I am a strong lesbian who kick's ass." Violet blushed, and gave my hand a squeeze. I realized how close we were, and I leaned in a litte. I kissed her, Violet's soft lips on mine. I slowly pulled away, not wanting to ever let her go. 

"When is Sophie getting back from the funeral anyway?" Violet murmured, moving closer to me. 

"They should be back by now. Maybe we should check it out."  I said, trying to clear my head. But Violet's was so close to me, and it was getting harder at every second. 

"Okay." She sighed, and pulled away. "I'll be back in a minute. It'll be good practice!" She said, and guided me to the roof's staircase. My legs were throbbing, but thanks to elf medicine they hadn't gotten infected, fallen off, or become paralyzed. She whipped open the door, and started the climb up. I tried to follow, but a flair of pain shot up my leg. "Babe, you don't have to come up with me. I'll be back so soon." She placed her hand on my cheek, because she knew how much I would hate this.

"Be safe. You never know what crazy elves could be there." Vi laughed, and ran up the stairs. The door slammed behind her, which startled me so bad I almost fell over. I slowly lowered myself to the ground, knowing that it would be awhile before she got back. More pain came, so fast that black spots danced around my eyes. When I had finally sat down, I the pain was so unbearable I had to distract myself. Sophie, I have something important I want to tell you. I know this might come as a surprise,  or you might have known for a long time. Either way, I want to tell you. No, not either way. Maybe... I just wanted to put everything out there. No, that sounds like I'm cleaning my dirty laundry or something weird. I want you to know the truth. Okay, that is good. Not great, but I don't think anything will be great by my standards. 

"Vi?" I shouted, wondering if she had jumped yet. No response. "Violet?" I called out hoping she would hear me. Every second that ticked away and she didn't respond was a second she was in danger, a second where she could have fallen off the building without teleporting in time. "Violet!" I yelled, panic slowly closing in on me. When she didn't respond, I pulled myself to me feet, groaning with the pain that accompanies it. Huffing, I grabbed the door handle and yanked it open, only to see a very long set of stairs.  Every step I took felt like a dagger being thrown into my leg, but I kept going. For Violet. I finally made it to the roof, to see that no one was here. I hobbled over to the edge, to check that my girlfriend hadn't snapped her neck. To my relief, no one was on the ground, just vibrant, lush grass. I had come up here for nothing, and she was completely fine. 

"AMY!" Violet yelled, appearing suddenly in front of me. 

"HoLY CrA-" I started, before she wrapped me in a humongous hug, taking all of the air out of me.

"I'm so glad you're okay.." She trailed off, and as she pulled away I could see that she had been crying. "The Neverseen..." She choked out, gentle tears turning into violet sobs "They came. There's a fight, and all masked members started teleporting and I thought.." Violet said, voice cracking. I wrapped her in my arms, a million questions filling my head. 

"We need to go help them." I said, but she violently shook her head. 

"Amy, it's a bloodbath. I don't think that we'd survive."

"What about Sophie! And Keefe!" I exclaimed, praying that they were alive. 

"I didn't see them. But Keefe is Lady Gisela's son, and Sophie is important. I don't think that they would be killed." Violet said, trying to sound reassuring. 

"Well... what do we do?" I asked, voice shaking. 

"We find Mr.Forkle." Violet whispered.