Warnings: mentions of murder and death
One month later
A pinprick of light broke the darkness. The first sensation I became aware of was pain. My head ached, a throbbing pulse in my temples.
Broken bodies surrounded me, bleeding scarlet puddles.
Élliot. Get to Élliot.
47 days after his death
The warmth of someone else's body flooded mine: an arm behind my back, another under my knees, my side and arm pressed against a torso. My eyes took several seconds to pry open, lids heavy with exhaustion. I blinked, catching the attention of a familiar face and a head of black hair.
"Morning, mon ange." Élliot gave me a smile as he carried me.
I stared at him, trying to process what had happened. "Why?"
"Because I convinced the Wraith that you need time to recover and rest before you continue destroying Wicked."
"No, I mean 'why' as in why can't I just die already. So, what have I done?" The dreaded question.
"Quite a few of Wicked's bases have been completely destroyed and everyone slaughtered."
"Great," I said sarcastically. "Put me down."
He pouted, holding me tighter. "I like carrying you."
"Dude, come on, I want to walk," I complained.
"'Dude?'" he repeated, sounding amused.
"Yes, dude," I rolled my eyes. "Put me down."
He obliged and I wobbled on my feet for a moment. Batting his hand away, I looked around.
"Mexico City?" I guessed, spotting the golden statue atop a tower.
People moved around us, not even pausing to stare at us as they chattered rapidly in Spanish. The smell of food wafted through the air, making my stomach grumble. I ran my eyes over the faded colours of the buildings, a refreshing sight compared to the usual shades of yellow, brown and grey.
"I took the liberty of bringing you here for your safety, is that okay?" Élliot asked, his hand latching onto my arm as my leg buckled again, my muscles cramping from lack of use. "You made it almost all the way on your own."
I nodded, swallowing to clear my tight throat. Élliot released my arm and offered me his hand, which I took.
"Why were you carrying me?" I asked as began our relatively slow walk through the remains of the city.
"The car broke down about half a mile from the wall," Élliot replied, grimacing.
"So much for being some godly seer," I said.
Élliot grinned at me. "Mon ange, that is quite the compliment."
"Shush."
The grey metal gate to his tower slid open as the guards recognised him. We passed through, heading along the gravel path to the door. After months out in the desert, the shock of green grass and living trees were intense for my eyes.
"I mutated it with my ability," Élliot explained, following my gaze. "It lives on very little water but can survive the heat."
"Élliot Laurent!" snapped a very girl stalking down the path towards. Her curly brown hair bounced with every step closer. She stopped a few feet away and folded her tan arms. "You can't just take off like that without telling anyone!"
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