Consuming Darkness

10- Banished

A tremendous force knocked me off Lance, the door bursting open with a flurry of air.
"Tors," Came my breathless voice.
The once comatose man now flew in, eyes alight and burning.
I could see Lance, desperate, standing and horrified at the intrusion.
With a gust, Tors stood in front of Lance, a sword-like weapon held at the other man's throat.
"Death or banished. Your pick." His voice was heavy with rage and a chill that I had never heard before.
Lance gulped, knowing the punishment was unavoidable.
"B-B..."
"Banishment?" The weapon drew blood from Lance's neck as he rapidly nodded, eyes now holding disdain and fear.
"As I thought. Xeos!"
A dozen more winged men barged through those doors, every one of them managing to keep eye contact away from me.
He was whisked off, until only Tors and I remained.
"Are you alright?" He was right near me, right in front of me.
Tears had glued themselves to my cheeks, one arm was limp from lack of blood.
The upper half of my body was exposed, air pumping in and out of me rapidly.
Despite this, he kept his eyes from my body, and only focused on my face.
"You're hyperventilating. Come."

He stood, I stood. My face felt wet again as new tears formed.
Swiftly going behind me, I felt the body suit climb back up my torso, and the zip lock it in place.
A shiver and I was suddenly feeling safer. Tors won't hurt you. Tors won't hurt you. The same words echoed through that throbbing mind of mine.

And as I was escorted to that infirmary, I once again felt safe, but not secure.

No, I don't think I will ever feel secure again.