When Fate And Worlds Collide

02 | When the Past returns

Early morning broke as the sun peeked over the horizon. I scanned the street below for movement, any indication the Ferals were still in the area. I woke before both men and broke the seal on the trap door, before quickly packing some food, water and medical supplies in my bag.

I checked the injured man, Jax, noticing the poison spreading up his arm to his shoulder, making its way to his heart. His breath came out labored, sweat beading his forehead while he shivered; he would be dead by the end of today if we didn't get to their group soon.

I heard soft footsteps behind me. Shifting slightly I glanced at Glen, his surprised look I heard his approach not unusual; no one I met were capable of sneaking up on me. Well, not since the fall anyway. I turned to scan the street again

"What direction is your group located?" Glen stood and scanned the area before pointing north-east. The mountains rising in the distance posed the question on how long they had been travelling for. And why did they leave?

"Is your friend awake?" I asked as he stepped beside me to scan the street as well. He nodded briefly "good, we need to move. I don't know the direction the Ferals have gone, and with your friend being so wounded I can't rely on the rooftops for safety or surveillance" I turned and handed him two clips of ammo I found stashed in the room

"He's gotten worse. It must have spread in the night" I didn't look at Glen

"They're always stronger at night, poison included"

"Kind of ironic since they don't hunt at night" I ignored the comment

"If the wound had been any worse, he would be dead already" I glanced at the man, noticing the sweat on his forehead and the nervous expression "I can give your friend something to move at roughly eighty percent normal function. But it has the potential to make his condition worse, or kill him before we get to your group"

"what's the alternative?"

"We move as we are...and probably die before we get anywhere close" it sounded harsh, but I had sifted through multiple scenarios while scanning the area. With Jax's state there seemed no possible way to move quick enough before the Ferals found us.

"How long would we have?"

"A few hours at best. It varies with each person"

"And there's no other way?" I felt him step closer, my body going on high alert. I turned to holster my gun, using the movement to gain distance between us

"If you want to survive? No"

"Then we'd better move" humans wanted to pretend they put others first, how helping people became their strength, in the end they all jumped at the choice to preserve their own life longer. Even if it meant at the expense of someone else.

I made my way back down to Jax, his breath raspy and body shaking. I quickly grabbed the last sterile syringe, hesitating slightly as I grabbed the small and unmarked vile from the fridge, the liquid inside dark and thick. I gave it a small shake, my heart pounding in anticipation - the last time I attempted this didn't have the outcome I desired. I used the sterile syringe to draw 5mls, not looking at the men as I did. I could see Glen's questioning glare but said nothing, and I made no indication to explain either; the truth would only make him freak out and remaining calm was crucial. I prepared this bottle earlier while both men still slept, drawing on a small amount of power as I extracted a portion of my blood.

I didn't have time to explain how an Aura's blood worked on other people. Or how I accidently discovered it's extremely dangerous use.

I quickly injected the serum, hoping Glen didn't try to glimpse the liquid in the syringe. I had no doubt he would panic. Replacing both syringe and bottle I peered at Glen; I felt baffled, my actions confusing. I guess the human part of me refused to turn off my emotions entirely when it came to people I knew. Even if I did despise them.