Red - A Warriors Fan Fic

Blood

You lay there for only a moment once the boy had left. You knew there would be consequences for what you had just done, but you didn't care anymore.

You slumped over carefully to lay on your side, feeling around for your underwear.

You hadn't put them on since the first incident. But you needed them now. You couldn't let yourself lay there naked any longer. You found them after a few seconds of feeling around in the dark, and carefully slid them on over your bloodied and bruised legs.

The effort took so much, that once you had them on, you didn't bother with the rest. You tried to fall into unconsciousness for awhile. But that didn't happen.

The door creaked open and he was back inside the room, closing it again. You continued to lay there unresponsive; you refused to even look at him. But he didn't say a word. He didn't even touch you. The silence from the room was unnerving, and you grew chills from it. What was he doing?

You gave up, and looked up towards the doorway. It wasn't the boy from before; it was a face you knew. Ajax's. You realized at this point it was a hallucination, and that maybe the lack of water was already massively effecting you. Were you dying?

"Red?" He trailed off, staring at you with a look of dejection. You leaned back down and closed your eyes again. You didn't want this image in front of you; you just wanted to see nothing.

Ajax stepped towards you, taking off Fox's hoodie and leaning you up; pulling it around you and and zipping it closed. It draped down your thighs. "Jesus." He whispered, feeling at your thighs; coated with blood. "Those fuckin'-" He started with a low growl, but stopped himself short. "We gotta get you outta here." He urged.

He leaned down and picked you up bridal style, walking over to the door quietly. He listened out for anyones voices, but heard nothing. He was in the clear. He opened the door silently and peered around the room. No one was there.

He carried you out the door stealthily, laying low from a possible sighting. You looked around yourself in confusion; not understanding if this was still happening or not.

"Ajax?" You breathed. He looked down at you with a pained expression. "Yeah it's me kiddo. Just be quiet." He hushed.

"He jumped us out of no where, man. I'm tellin' you. It was Ajax!" A voice sounded from around the corner. You perked up at this and so did Ajax.

This was real, this was happening.

Ajax looked around wildly for a place to put you out of sight. "Don't make a sound. Stay here." He whispered to you as he placed you under one of those machines that would return your bowling ball. It lay in a closet between the washrooms and the front door; hidden by the darkness of the room.

He went to turn away from you to find a spot of his own, but you reached out for his collar. "Please." You begged him; not wanting him to leave. He turned back around and looked at you tightly. He had to keep you safe. "I'm getting us out." He said, putting on a brave face. But he knew how this was going to go down.

You lay there motionless as you watched him run out of the room, and nine boys run pas a moment later; three with bloodied faces. Your stomach dropped in fear they would find you instantly, but they didn't.

"Check her room. Now!" Barked Tracer. Zidane ran to the managers office; realizing you weren't in it. "She's gone!" He yelled out to them, running back over to their group. "Shit!" Tracer screamed out. "Hey man, there's no way she could have left. Once of us would have seen it." A boy insisted.