The Devil's Gift/The Bloody Handed

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TW: DESCRIPTION OF DEATH/BLOOD/VIOLENCE AND THROWING UP WARNING

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"No!" I start screaming. All of my patience and hope withered away within seconds. I run to the puddles of blood and collapse to my knees. I feel my knees stain themselves in the blood, some splashing up onto my face and shirt. I blankly stare at the once faded white wall. The picture frame of the three of us was splattered with blood on both of their faces. My heart sinks and I could feel myself just shatter entirely. My breathing becomes too rapid for me to handle. I was completely at loss and was no longer in control of my own body.

I look down again and see them both broken in different ways, different angles. Their eyes were wide open and filled with nothing but white. I blink and remember Chrissy. I open my eyes again. Their clothes were saturated with nothing but red. Red everywhere.

I crawl backwards and put my head down. All I could do was scream. "No! No, no, no! This isn't real!" Acidic tears start to fall out of my eyes, burning my cheeks. I crouch over and pound my fist against the linoleum. I pull my hands out in front of me and try to crawl back to what used to be my parents, but a hand takes place on the side my head while the other swiftly pulls me into a hard surface.

"Let me go, Munson! I need to see them! I need to see!" A hand covers my eyes. The grip gets tighter and I squirm harder. I start to kick my legs, but he now has me into his full body. My mind was racing, my head was pounding. The visions were curses. Fucking curses.

All along, they were a fucking curse. I kick once more in a pure rage, but give up when I realize I'm not going anywhere. I look up at Eddie, tears burning in my eyes. "I'm going to kill you! I hate you!" I break out into a louder sob and my head falls into his chest.

"You've seen enough already, Clary.. please." He says in a depressing tone. He sounded as if he was on the verge of tears. I start to kick again; what was so hard about letting me the fuck go? I just wanted to go. My legs fall limp and I start to sob.

A radio sounded in Eddie's pocket. "Guys we need to go, like now! We got a piece of paper over the license but, the lights are coming on in every freaking house! That means neighbors heard everything and are probably phoning the police as I speak!" Erica yells.

"Come on, Gregerson." He grunts as he picks me up. My head was lobbed over his right shoulder while his arms carried my dead weight. I reached out my arm trying to reach them, and loud sobs break out once again.

"I'm going to fucking kill him!" I scream.

I feel Eddie's shirt slowly get soaked and my eyes burn as if acid was thrown into them. I didn't know how to feel. I feel Eddie's hand stroke the back of my mangled hair and I have to give in. I couldn't fight anymore. There was no point.

"They're gone, they're really gone." I whimper. His hand pulls me closer into his chest and suddenly we are going up the stairs.

"Max! Close the door, close the door!" Steve screams. The door slams and the RV rattles.

"Put her on the bed!" Robin offers.

Eddie runs to the back room and I launch myself away from him as I feel warm bile coming up my esophagus.

I run to the bathroom, hunched over the toilet on my knees. My hands grasp each side of the porcelain as I purge away everything I just saw. I throw up more as I feel every inch of liquid travel up.

I feel my hair lift as I continue to throw up. My throat burns, and I stop trying to breathe. I close my eyes, saliva dripping steadily from my mouth. I start to cry again as I flush, my body limply falling backwards against the wall. My head hits it and I look up at the ceiling, my vision blurred.

Suddenly my body is scooted towards the same body that held me in the house. I wasn't going to reject anything or question why. Because anyone who sees someone like this would help. The hand strokes my hair and back simultaneously.

"It's not real, it's not real!" I cry. My hand grasps at fabric.

*** Eddie's POV *** (I know you've been waiting for this one)

We've been on the bathroom floor for lord knows how long. Hours? I hated throwing up. Hearing it, doing it, the whole package deal. Did not tolerate it and never will, until now. But I wasn't going to leave her alone in here, so I held her hair up instead because I guess I just had a soft spot for the girl.

Everyone made rounds coming by and I just shook my head. I couldn't even leave this spot, nor did I want to. She constantly whimpered into my chest. Leaving her alone would be the worst option right now. I know she would go back to distant towards me once she came back from her shock state, but then again she has opened up a lot to me. Let's just hope that doesn't change.

Every time I tried to get up or shift my numb arms she would just slump herself into my arms harder and start to cry again. My shirt was soaked but I could care less. All I could do in these hours was replay her blood curdling screams in my head. They were going to haunt me for the rest of my life, I swear. I knew from the moment she kicked down the door it wasn't going to be good. Everyone in the RV sensed it.

I was trying to hold her back from seeing something she shouldn't have ever seen. I look down at my pocket. I had found a piece of paper with writing on it when she had dropped. I couldn't leave it there knowing that her vision lead her there for s reason, so I crumpled it and put it into my pocket.

I look down and her breathing seemed deeper than usual. She probably fell asleep, exhausted from the crying. From the trauma. I sigh. She didn't need to see that. I tried to mask her from seeing it but she sure had a tall attitude for being so short. And she wonders why I call her Sparky.

My legs feel numb and I slowly bend them upwards, and hoist her into my arms the best I could. I wasn't the strongest guy, but for being so scrawny I wasn't too shabby.

I grunt as I stand up. My body sways as her head lazily flops to the side. I can't help but smile a little. Not a happy one, but a sad one. She was such an innocent and fiery soul. She didn't deserve one inch of this life. If I could somehow travel back in time I'd warn her beforehand and I just know she'd run away from me. You'll get through this Sparky, I know it.

I walk to the back bedroom and softly lay her on the bed. Her body immediately curls up. Her red curly hair was spread all over the pillows. Her shirt was covered in blood and her knees as well. I look down at my jacket and slide it off. It was big enough to keep her warm. These crazy people apparently don't have proper food or even blankets in here either. I drape it on top of her, not realizing how small she was. It covered her from her shoulders to her hips.

I turn around and walk to the front of the RV, closing the bedroom door behind me. Everyone looks at me.

"What are you guys looking at?" I look down and there were tear stains and small blood spots.

"How is she doing?" Robin comes up and crosses her arms.

"Yeah, how is she doing?" Nancy comes up behind Robin.

I nod slowly. "The best she can I guess. You should've seen it." I wipe my face and sigh.

"Give her a day to rest." Max suggests.

"I agree," Dustin and Lucus say.

"Yeah. I'll park the RV for a few. Once she's back in the right headspace we will start to plan the next move." Steve says.

"I'm sure she will be fine soon." Nancy says. "She's definitely a fighter." I nod. I couldn't agree more. That's one thing I always admired about her; having more balls than me.

Everyone was silent. I swear I could hear the crickets outside. Well, awkward. "I'm going to get some shut eye." I give them a salute with my two fingers and start back to the bedroom. I didn't want to leave her alone for long.

I sit on the carpeted ground and lean against the bed. Her arm was hanging off of the bed and her mouth was draped open. I close my eyes and lean my head against the side of the head board. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. That, and I personally know she would beat my ass for it.