The Turf War Twisted

Regrets and Reunion

Scar had a lot of regrets. He had a little regret towards running for mayor. He regretted the things he did while he was in office. But most of all, at that moment, he regretted ever hurting Grian.

"Grian!" Scar never thought he could shout so loud. He squinted his eyes, trying to see past the dust and rubble. He panted as he ran through it, not bothering to pay attention to any sharp pieces that grazed his face and skin.

Mumbo peeked past the tunnel bore. "Scar, what's wrong? Did we make it?"

Scar couldn't respond. His throat felt closed up. He kept trying to step over the broken debris that now covered the meeting table. The shock of the explosion had burst through the vault wall and made it all the way to the main room. Scar kept traversing through the broken pieces of the wall until he made it to the clear part of the hallway.

Scar felt like his heart dropped when he made it to the end of the hallway.

Grian had flown back all the way down the opposite hallway. He was laid unconscious on the ground, stomach down. Nearly his whole body was scraped up. Dirt, dust, and soot covered him all over, darkening his face and hair.

Heavy breathing. That was all Scar could really seem to do as he rushed towards Grian. He couldn't speak, he couldn't think. All he could do was breathe, and hope that Grian still was when he reached him.

Scar rushed up to him, immediately checking Grian's pulse and breathing. Upon feeling his weak pulse and shallow breathing, Scar picked Grian up bridal style. He hurried over the piles of debris, catching back up to where Mumbo was.

"Oh my god!" Mumbo exclaimed in surprise after seeing Scar with an unconcious Grian in his arms. "Scar, what did you do?!"

"What did I do?!" Scar felt slightly shaky with Grian in his arms, but he wouldn't let himself drop him. "Your tunnel thingamajig practically blew him up! It's lucky that I saw him at the last moment before he was blown into the wall!"

"Is- Is he still alive?"

"Yes, still breathing. I'm not sure if he's broken anything but he's bruised up and scraped real bad."

"Uhmm, okay." Mumbo hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do in a high pressure situation like that. "I'm messaging False and Tango right now!" Mumbo was racking his brain. He knew getting involved in the war would have consequences, but he never thought it'd be so serious. He never thought he'd hurt Grian, or anyone really. Mumbo thought that being the man on the inside meant he could have all the harm out of sight, out of mind, but he guessed, even that mentality wasn't great.

The two of them did their best to make sure Grian was steady. They had to keep him breathing as they walked down the tunnel the tunnel bore had made. They kept on walking, hoping that False and Tango would meet them in the tunnel along the way.

Along with keeping Grian breathing, Scar was trying to keep himself breathing. Seeing Grian, his instincts kicked in so quickly. Seeing Grian, nothing else seemed to matter except making sure he was okay. Why was that? Scar was so torn. He hated Grian. He had a list of all the reasons he did. He was Grian's enemy in the war. So why? Why was he so intent on saving him? He wondered if it was just his sense of morals. Obviously, anyone with their head screwed on properly wouldn't want someone to die, but this felt different. Scar didn't just want to save Grian, he felt like he wanted to make sure no harm ever reached him.

Scar tried to shake the thoughts out of his head as he walked down the tunnel with Mumbo. He looked down at Grian, frowning slightly with lowered eyebrows. He couldn't bear to see him so bloodied and scraped up. At first, he thought with this plan that he might find such bliss in seeing the Mother Spore injured, but suddenly, his heart sank to his shoes and his guilt only grew. His regret only grew. He regretted going against Grian, against all of the Resistance. He thought that maybe if he could've been a better mayor, it all could've been avoided.