Epics of Noche 2, DeathTech

EON CH 13 - ACT 17, CARTOON CASTLE

WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?

1774, NOVEMBER 27th, SUNDAY 10:15 pm.

Instant Riptide brought Noche all the way back up to the cliff's top. She regained her footing before the gargantuan centipede's corpse. The noise had died down – the fighting had stopped; the battle was over.

TenDeathTech soldiers fought against DriveMetal chains – they were unkillable, but it seemed they could be imprisoned. Someone must have figured these monsters use Drive to fuel their flesh warping. Otherwise, mere chains wouldn't restrain creatures that could become akin to liquid.

Cross with abuzz with the aftermath. Medical tents and equipment were created in a flash of prismatic energy. A whirlwind of people ran in all different directions as the injured were moved about.

Noche approached and a familiar face caught her eye. She stopped and stared at Hectare, who had done the same. They stood silent for a moment; both covered in blood. Hectare's eyes were dulled – he did not react to Noche's presence. She was the same; they walked past each other as strangers.

A fire brought Noche's eyes towards Vida and Tak. The insane, blind girl had set the immortal ablaze – he stood there, frowning, but otherwise unharmed. It was a surreal sight to the blonde.

Ahead of them was Shaylin, mid-conversation with President Medusa and General Trio. To the left of Noche was Mary. She wrapped bandages around Alice's head. The sight caused some activity in Noche's head.

"Tak, Mary, Alice... Cherries?" Noche's eyes widened. "Where's Cherries?"

Time stopped in the medical tent.

Rows of wounded Cross soldiers overwhelmed Noche's senses. She walked through the makeshift creation and searched for her friend. Body after groaning body was laid out on stretchers – blood filled the air and dyed white fabrics red.

"H-How... How did so many people get injured by ten soldiers," Noche muttered. "There was a hundred of us – we all have Augment... How is this possible?"

The blonde was in a daze. She walked past countless people as she approached a medic.

"Well find someone who CAN create oxycodone! Give morphine to the lesser injured – its molecular formula is C17H19NO3!" The woman shouted. "And for fucks sake, check for MAOIs for those who take the oxycodone... Can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Elliot Cherries," Noche asked.

A few minutes later, she stood before his bed – Cherries laid unconscious.

Bandages covered his body, and his neck was in a cast. An IV was hooked up to his arm and his face was covered in violet bruises. His heartbeat was going at an incredible rate – yet he laid still as the grave.

A hand landed on Noche's shoulder; soldiers come to attention and Noche knew who it was.

"He suffered heavy trauma from the centipede falling on him," President Medusa said. "He's currently comatose. Additionally, with the damages to the neck and chest he... He may never speak again."

"... When will he wake up?"

"It wasn't your fault Noche."

"When... Will he... Wake up?"

"Hard to say," Medusa paused. "Could be days... Could be years."

Noche's eyes were locked on Cherries's face. His expression, one normally full of life and laughter, was cold and empty. Eyes that sparkled full of love now laid shut and distant. He was a being of purity and good – so why was he harmed this greatly. How.