Crowned

Arc 1, Chapter 10: Even Destiny Is Not Infallible.

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"C-come on Taco! I-I got you..." She cried as she held the  brutally injured girl into her arms. "It's going to be okay..."

"...!?" Her eyes were filled with fear and panic. But Microphone's arms were welcoming, and loving in a sense. They gave a feeling to her she hadn't felt since she was a child. Though she knew they weren't the living she'd wanted... The care was enough to ease her for a fleeting moment.

"What have they done to you...?!" Microphone clutched the gun in her hand, noticing the fear in her eyes. The abnormal and raw fear response she didn't even know she could have. She was always so brave back on the show... "This is completely inhumane...!" She muttered shakily in disbelief to how much they had torn apart her already broken soul.

"QUICK! STOP HER! DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY!"

Microphone clutched the smaller girl even tighter as she bolted down the clean white hall only decorated by the blood on the floor. And turned a sharp corner.......She held up the gun to anyone she saw in her path.

Gunshots echoed through the corridor.

"What a... Weird dream..."

Microphone lifted her head off the patch of grass she had been lying in. She rubbed her eyes and her back slightly, it ached from laying on the hard ground rather than her bed. She heard a soft groan and looked over towards the sound "Taco...?"

Taco was lying against the tree. Blood starting to soak through the bandages now... "Mic...?"
God. Microphone sighed and stood up groggily. Taco was bleeding too much. If she didn't get help soon, then...She could die. Microphone breathed in shakily and picked Taco up.
"M-mic...? What are you doing?" Taco asked as she felt it was Microphone by grazing her hand over her on and off button, but not pressing it. As she could not see due to the bandages that still were over her eyes.

"Taking a risk." Microphone answered in a hushed voice, slowly rising. "We're going to the hotel. I'll call my dad, he's a doctor. I can do what I can after that."

"Wh—WHAT?!" Taco protested, choking on her own blood in the process. "YOU CAN'T! THEY WOULD KILL ME! YOU KNOW THIS!" She struggled to get out of Microphone's arms.

Microphone refused to release her, and continued walking. "If I don't take you, the blood loss will first!"

"MICROPHONE, PLEASE DON'T!" Taco spat as she struggled even still. An angry cry as she kicked and squirmed.

"TACO. Please... Worst comes to worse, I'll run out with you okay...?!" Microphone reassured, trying too keep a grip on Taco. Which was more difficult than it seemed.

Taco betrayed a whine, "What about you...? Th-they... Could be after you next?! This is hardly safe—have you even thought any of this through?! What OJ would do—what KNIFE would do?! Pickle?! Soap?! If the found out?!"

Microphone sighed, "It's... It's okay. I got this." In full truth, she really hadn't known what she was doing in the slightest. As most teens were, she was just trying things... and hoped that they would work.
"Just trust me, okay? I'll figure something out."

"Figure out how to get both of us killed! Microphone I have a lot of leniency, especially with you given everything that's happened between us—But this?! You're asking to be murdered!" Every time she managed to free a limb, Microphone adjusted her grip and she'd been back to square one. Like holding onto a stubborn rodent.