War of Faeries

Chapter 31

The ice kept spreading towards me. I was running out of options. I have been avoiding it for as long as I can. I have to do something now. I have to fight him now. I glance towards Max, and he understands. He sees the need I have.

He tosses me a knife, I catch it before it could fall onto the floor and be covered in the ice. The sweat rolling down my neck starts to freeze over, and I know that it wont be too long until he starts freezing the blood within my veins.

I look down at the knife in my hand, and know that it is useless. Unless I am willing to kill Matthew, there is nothing this knife can do for me. I take unsteady steps towards Matthew, knife at my side.

The war going on behind his eyes is undeniable, he knows what he wants to do, but he knows that he isn't the one in control. I keep walking towards him, I keep walking even when I start to feel my blood start to freeze over.

I take the knife, and stab it into the nearest block of ice. I may not know everything about powers, but I do know that Matthew can feel everything that he is controlling. To win this fight, I cant fight the man in front of me. I have to fight the man standing next to Henry. I dig the knife deep into the ice, and twist, and keep twisting until I hear Matthew groan out in pain.

I pulled my knife out of the ice, and found another tower of ice that Matthew was creating and started stabbing. I kept stabbing until I was face to face with Matthew, and the blood in my veins was almost completely frozen over.

Breathing was almost impossible now, I lift my knife and slice the ice walls surrounding us. I stabbed the ice walls a few more times before I fell to my knees. I wasn't feeling the mental pain Matthew was, I was feeling the physical pain he could cause me. We were both suffering, I glance up at Matthew one more time before I stab the ice wall harder than I ever have before.

It was my last effort to put an end to this. I pull the knife out and put it back into the wall. I let my hand drop. I didn't get a single scream from the man next to Henry. My efforts were pointless. I knew Henry wouldn't let me die. Not here. He wanted me in the arena, he wanted me at that competition. He needed me in that tournament.

I take one last shallow breath before leaning my head back against the ice. This is the part where I pass out, and let Henry declare Matthew as the victor of the fight. This is the part where I willingly loose the fight.

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I woke up in the hospital wing. I stare at the ceiling for a while, not wanting to move a muscle in my body. Moving took too much effort and energy at the moment. I knew this would be an issue when I woke up. Henry had us fight for too long, and I had let the ice affect me for too long.

I stare at the ceiling for hours, the only time I looked elsewhere was when a nurse came in and checked on my vitals. I was currently waiting for the next nurse to come in. They checked every three hours. I was waiting for the third nurse now.

I was actually waiting for someone else to come and check on me. I wanted to see him. I wanted to look in his eyes, so he could see the person who was going to make his life a living hell. I wanted him to know that he was going to regret doing what he did to me and Matthew in that arena.

"How are you feeling?" The nurse asks, I glance at her but I don't deem her with an answer, "Lets check those vital signs."

She checks several different machines, she pokes me several different times to check my reflexes. As soon as she has finished her checks she leaves. I am once again left alone.

I always hated the hospital. It used to be the smell, or the hustle and bustle of the place, but now its because of the quiet. I wasn't afraid of getting caught now. I was already in the enemies territory, now I hated the hospital because I was alone. Because I didn't have my team with me, I didn't have anything to do- anyone to check on now.

I must have drifted off sometime while I was waiting for the next nurse to come check on me. Cause the next thing I know is I am opening my eyes, blinking away the light as I try to stare back up at the ceiling.

I glance towards the doorway, and see Matthew standing there. Watching me. I look back up at the ceiling, and he stays in the doorway. We stay silent, neither one of us wanting to say the first word since the arena.

Who knows what to say? Should I apologize to him? Should he apologize to me? Both of us beat the crap out of each other. Me more so than him. Just from the quick glance I got of him, I saw the black eye, and the cast on his right arm. Although I'm not sure if I broke his arm, or someone else broke it for him.

When I glance back at the doorway, he is gone. He left without a word. More than that. I let him leave without saying a word.

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So what do you guys think?

What is going to happen between these two? Obviously there has been a lot left unsaid, but now will they ever get to say those things?