🌊Siren's Son🌊Oneshots

Hunted By The Past

    Fear. Panic. Rage. You were fuming with rage. Escaping from Cercie Fain was a dangerous move. You knew that, but you were still relieved that Mason had made the decision to come back for you.  Guilt. Yet another feeling crossing you. This woman had given so much to him, and yet he still stabbed her in the back. Or so that what you told yourself. In reality the lady of the house was just losing one measly half-blood out of the thousands in her arena.
     This time the feeling of guilt was taking over again, but now it was for the half-bloods left behind. All of them, sentenced to their death. While you were out here barely escaping it. You felt pain on your lower back. The brand. 
     While you were in captivity, Cercie had wasted no time in getting you branded. The branding room was a horrible place. It was filled with the screams of all the people getting branded, simply for being half animal. All the suffering for a half- blood that was already being sent to their  deaths. The eyes of women, men, children, and small babies alike. 
     You found the children the most heartbreaking. They would brand the babies from a young age, and waited till they were old enough to fight in the arena for simple entertainment. It was disgusting. 
     With every step from Mason’s constant running, you could feel the pain intensifying. It was too much, and you started to scream in pain. That was Mason’s cue to stop running. He put you down gently, before breaking into a panting mess. Once he had caught his breath, he looked at you with concern. 
    “Are you alright?” You simply placed your hand on the brand, and let out a small cry of pain. He seemed to understand what was wrong, as he wrapped your arms around you. 
     Quickly your screams of pain and agony turned into screams of sadness and rage. Even though it was still a scream the differance in the emotion that was fuling the scream was eviedent.
     “You idiot!” You screamed at Mason, he simply stared at you with a blank stare. “Why would you come back from me! Me! After all that witch has done for you! Sure she’s a bitch, but she still saved you!” You punched Mason in the arm. Not hard enough to hurt him, but it still let out your pent up rage. 
     “Because!” He grabbed your hand from his arm. “Not you! Not you! You’ve been too good to me! You can’t die there, not you!” He screamed back.
    “Mason, you idiot! What if she kills you?! And what if she kills me too?! Mason, I’m scared!” You broke down in tears. You were scared, scared that she was going to torture you. Not scared that she would kill you, that was the easy way out, you were scared of what she was going to do to you before she killed you, and him. 
     Mason was raised by that woman, he knows what the people of Montell are capable of when there was a runaway half-blood involved.
     “Hey no. No, no, no, no, no. It's okay. I won’t let anything happen to you. Not now or ever, by anyone. Even Cercie. I promise.” He rubbed your hands gently. Possibly the only time you’ve ever seen a gentle action being done by him. Or at least the first time he’s done something gently with a pinch of affection. It was small, but it was noticeable. Even with the touch of his cold hands. 
     “What if they kill you? What if they come back for us?” You asked. 
    “They will. I’m not stupid half-blood. Getting into this, I knew that she would try to kill me. But after the night I spent, knowing you were patiently awaiting your death, I realized I’d much rather die because I betrayed her than live because I betrayed you. I couldn’t live with myself if she had managed to kill you in her arena. Not.. Not after what you’ve done for me.” He spoke without a trace of regret for his actions. Not a single bit guilty for what he’d done to the woman who he was in debt to. 
    “What about what she’s done for you? She saved you when you were little, and she even killed the asshole who murdered your family. Please Mason don’t get in any trouble with her, not now!” He grabbed your hands, forcing you to look at him.
     “Hey, hey, no, everything is going to be okay, I-” He sighed. “Come on, we’re simply wasting time. And when we’re being chased by that witch, time is a very valuable thing that we sometimes don’t have the luxury of preserving. Now I need you to recover from that branding, so we have a better shot at getting as far away from this shit hole.” He looked at a small bag he carried with him. He was clearly looking for something. 
    Soon enough, you realized what it was, as he pulled out moonbell petals from his bag. He saved a couple of moonbell petals from when you were in the cave. 
    “You saved some?!” You exclaimed in surprise. 
    “Well, yes, I mean it’s not every day you run into a magical healing flower. In a cave no less. Obviously I’d save some, just in case. And this is that case. So come on. Show me your lower back. With luck this could heal some of the swelling and pain. Of course the branding- eh. How do I say this. It will be- permanent.” He cringed at the word, half in embarrassment, and half in pain. Not physical pain, but one mentally strong enough to bring the scars of guilt. 
     If there’s one thing you’ve learned from the cruelties of life, it is that mental scars hurt more than physical scars. Physical scars are there, but unless you look at them, sometimes you even forget they’re there. But mental scars. They can become a form of torture for your brain. And that, that was truly hell. Your brain always finds a way to torture you, especially when you’re sleeping. 
     “Look, I'm sorry. I should’ve realized my mistake sooner. If I had I would’ve come for you sooner.” He was avoiding what he really meant. 
     “You mean you would’ve come before they branded me.” He turned his head away from you. Away from you, away from the brand that was permanently on your lower back. A reminder of the horrors that awaited you. A future that you had barely dodged. 
     Mason started crushing the flower petals and he scooped them up. He started applying them on your lower back. You winced at the touch, but instead of letting out a cry of pain, you bit your lip. Mason, noticing your pain, nuzzled your back. This was temporary as when he was done putting the moonbell petals on you, he grabbed you and started cradling you. 
     It was unusual. In any other case you wouldn’t have known how to act, but this was different. You had decided to accept the comfort. 
     “Shh~ It’s ok half-blood. You can sleep. You’ve been through hell. I promise I’ll be here to protect you.” His words soothed you. It had been the first time in years that someone had sworn to be there to protect you. Especially since the death of your parents. It wasn’t something you enjoyed talking about. 
    Everything in that moment was perfect. It was something that didn’t happen often, but looking up at Mason, him being protective of you. Him caring, and making sure you were okay, and him treating you with affection. It was all too perfect for you to not-