A/N:
Bold = The Voices
Italics = Thoughts
Bold + Italics = Dreams
Underlined + Italics = Notes/Writing
Blood. She was bleeding. She clutched her chest, trying to stable her breathing. Blood dripped onto the pure white snow, staining it a deep crismon. She fell to her knees, her vision blurring. She fell to the ground, a halo of blood surrounding her frail body.
As her vision dimmed, she saw a pair of leather boots slowly approach her. Before she could cry out for help, the world around her went dark as she passed out.
Technoblade POV:
I was sitting up in bed, my heart pounding in my ribcage. I had just woken from an exceptionally realistic dream about a girl dying in front of me. I ran a hand through my hair before swinging my legs off the side of the bed and stumbling over to my bathroom. My mind was buzzing with voices that just wouldn't shut up.
That was a weird dream...
BLOOD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
...Who was that?
BLOOD WE CRAVE BLOOD
Shut up guys you're being annoying
Techno liked that last voice the best.
He sighed and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot and tired. His face looked pale and gaunt. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Not that he did anyway, considering how often he stayed up stockpiling supplies for literally no reason. What do you expect? You’re going insane, it has been three weeks since your last kill...
Technoblade shoved on his cloak and boots and headed out into the powdery snow. He fed his horse, Carl, a few golden carrots before walking around the back of the house to get some wood. He was traipsing through the forest when he heard something.
Someone. His hand went to the hilt of his axe, his body tensed as he studied his surroundings. He walked ten feet to a small clearing in the woods and found a girl, about twenty or so, lying in the snow, covered in blood. He averted his eyes, as he already knew what was bound to happen...
HELP HER
DO SOMETHING
Who is she?
SHE'S DYING
SAVE HER
Ooh pretty sparkly snow
SHE'S GONNA DIE
Technoblade stood there, a bit shocked at what was happening. The voices... Usually they would tell him to leave the girl to die, and maybe finish her off himself, but... They were telling him to save her...
He stood there for a second, making a decision. Slowly, he walked over to the girl and picked her up. He carried her on his back, taking her with him back to the house. He didn't know why he was doing this, but the voices cared for her, so something must be special about her. Besides, if he didn't, the voices would never shut up about it.
Y/N's POV:
I woke up in a cold sweat. I tried to steady my breath, but all that did was make me cough. My lungs were on fire and my throat felt raw. I took a few gulps of air and managed to pull myself from the blankets.
"Oh, you're awake." A low male voice spoke up, causing my head to shoot towards it. I realized with a start that I wasn't alone in the room, and someone else was there. I gasped.
My heart hammered in my chest and my mind was spinning.
3rd Person POV
The man laughed with no humor. "I found you in the woods." He flatlined in a monotoned voice. "Uh-" He stepped towards her, and she flinched, backing away, her arms covering her face as if expecting to be attacked.
"...Don't hurt me," she whimpered. Her eyes scanned his features as if she was waiting for something. When he remained silent, she dropped her arms and looked into his eyes with an expression that reminded him a little of his younger self.
He wondered what she had gone through to make her so afraid. She had to have seen horrors that most people wouldn't even consider."Please don't make me go, please..." He felt a pang of empathy. What? Empathy? Was he becoming soft?
He wanted nothing more than to have this person who was making him nervous leave, But, unfortunately, he couldn't take her anywhere. She needed somewhere safe and warm. And right now, she was covered from head to toe in various injuries. He honestly wondered how she hadn't died yet. It was remarkable.
The girl had survived everything he thought possible. He knew it would be impossible to kill her. "I can help you. Come here and let me bandage those wounds," he said gruffly.
Hesitantly, she crept towards him until she reached his open palm. He gently pressed down on one particularly bad cut on her abdomen and watched as she winced slightly.
He then moved to a few of the other cuts on her arms, neck, shoulders, and chest. As he worked, he made sure not to touch her. She seemed terrified of him. Once she was patched up, he lifted her bridal style again (she was surprisingly light) and began his way through the house, careful not to open any of the wounds back up.
He was surprised that she didn't try to flee again. She seemed almost content in his presence. As he neared the staircase to get upstairs, she began to squirm in his grip uncomfortably, trying to free herself.
"No," he told her sternly. "Just stay still." Her struggles increased in frequency, but he held firm, not wanting to accidentally hurt her. Finally, after about fifteen minutes, of her struggling, he reached the top of the staircase.
He carefully maneuvered her over to the bed, laying her down gently. He sat by her side for a moment. She didn't move. Then he got up and grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed. He wrapped it securely around her as best he could and returned to his seat next to her bed, staring down at her.
He was surprised by how beautiful she was. Even with the bloodstains across her clothes and her unkempt hair, she exuded grace.
His attention snapped towards the door as he heard footsteps approaching. A middle-aged man entered cautiously. He smiled at him softly. The man's attention soon turned to the girl in his son's bed. He raised his eyebrows.
"Mate, who's this?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "Oh, hey Phil. This is... Well, actually I don't know her name. I found her in the woods."
"Oookayy..." Phil said, confused.
"Anyway, mate, I just stopped by to deliver some of those potion ingredients you wanted, so I'll be going now." "Alright. Help yourself to food on the way out." "Will do." Phil unfolded his dark grey feathery wings and flew away, becoming no more than a dot on the horizon.
After Phil left, silence reigned in the room once more. Technoblade gazed at Y/N. He wondered if there was anything he could do for her. After a few moments, he decided that he would need to find something to keep her warm, and perhaps clean some of these wounds on her legs.
Maybe something with antiseptic. His brow furrowed. Something was bugging him though; why wouldn't he leave this girl alone? He could hear the voices whispering in his ear that she should stay here.
But it was dangerous. She was injured and weak. What did the voices want? Technoblade shook his head and pushed his thoughts aside.
He had to figure this out.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I will probably be posting more often because I'm almost done with school for the year. Let me know of you want any specific characters in the story, and I will try to incorporate them as best as I can.
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