Amala: A memory lost [On hold]

Amala: A memory lost (Chp. 5)

“Irene!” Ryan shouted after a moment making Katrine cover her ears quickly.

“WHAT?!” Irene yelled back as she turned around to glare at him.

Ryan held Katrine’s arm up enough for Irene to see the damage that was still continuing to spread before looking at her calmly, “Now is not the time.”

Irene glared back at him for a moment before turning around and screaming out in rage. She held every bit of burning hatred in her heart for those creatures, even more hate then for Ryan, and she didn’t remember ever holding a close tie with them, but when that demon looked her in the eyes and said “It’s you” she began to doubt herself. Even the thought of somehow related to them was enough to make her snap, and for some reason, deep in her heart she felt that they were responsible for more things that she would never know. At that thought, a flash of purple ribbons passed through her mind and she fell to her knees in front of the burning camp site. She couldn’t believe it.

“Irene…” Ryan began to warn but Irene had already begun standing up.

She looked back at him with a face torn between rage and pain, hoping he would not be able to tell the difference, “There’s a fresh water stream just minutes away from here….”

“Are you coming?” he asked after turning back to see that she wasn’t following.

Irene slowly lifted her arms up to see that they were beginning to heal at a steady pace, and she shook her head. There was no need for her to cleanse her wounds, and there had to be someone left behind to make sure that the demons bodies were properly burned so that no other demons would be attracted. As much as it pained her to stand there and realize just how the demons had known her, she would have to. They couldn’t risk another attack now.

Ryan hesitated for a moment before turning towards the direction of the stream. The look in Irene’s eyes told him that it was best to leave her be for now. He didn’t know how the demon knew her, but he was sure that Irene did, and she was not pleased with it at all. Even when she tried to hide it, he could see the pain beneath the rage in her eyes and it seemed stronger than anything he had ever seen.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He stated calmly as he sat Katrine down in front of the stream.

Katrine was still in a fit of tears as she held her arm in pain. The acid was slowly eating away at her skin and muscle, and the scar that would be left would be an equally painful reminder. Ryan knew that that Maradrean’s venom was hell to any demon or half-breed that it bit, so he could only imagine the pain Katrine was in as a human.

“This is going to burn.” Ryan warned as he scooped hands full of water before slowly pouring it on the wound.

Katrine trashed and shrieked in pain as the combination of water and venom sizzled in her wound. He watch the skin that remained blister and boil until her body began to finally reject the poison. Waiting until the greenish-brown oil like substance pooled onto the ground, Ryan gave the wound one final cleaning before taking his shirt and tearing it into bandages. Katrine would still need medical attention, but it was the best he could do under such short circumstances.

“Blood…”Katrine managed to whisper through her pain, “There’s blood.”

Ryan looked down at the shirt, remembering that he had given it to Irene after her coughing fit, and he cursed trying to come up with a lie.

“Are you hurt?” she asked weakly, still holding onto her arm like it would fall off.

“That’s just like you, you know?” Ryan laughed trying to play cool, “You’re hurt and you’re still worrying about others.”