Poison and a Medkit [Phighting](Discontinued??)

Chapter 6: What's to Tell he Wont Try Again?

(Hyperlaser's POV)

I browsed through Medkit's suitcase, trying to find what would be the best remedy for his eye. Medkit had blacked out halfway to the hideout I had found. A small makeshift tent behind a restaurant with old wooden planks holding it up. I didn't know too much about medicine and healing, I never asked Medkit for any lessons on being a doctor, but I guess it wouldn't have been useful until now.

I took out a roll of bandages and a cloth, walking over to Medkit's motionless body. I clean off most of the dripping blood, his face was entirely stained with it. I unrolled the bandages and fixed up his eye. It wasn't pretty, but it'd definitely help him.

I sigh, slumping down next to him. How did everything go so wrong? Then he remembered, Subspace wasn't just a greedy and sassy rich person, he was a smart and cruel scientist who'd do anything to get his way.

Realizing this made me wonder, would he let me back in? If he did, could I come up with a better plan and tear him apart from the inside? I shook my head. No, well, it's unlikely anyway.

Medkit groaned, opening his one eye a bit. He weakly sat up, looking around. "You alright?" I asked. "What do you think?" He said in a grouchy tone. Now that he was awake, they'd have no time to rest and needed to get farther away from Subspace.

"Medkit we need to go, he'll find that blood trail soon enough, and he probably has a hundred Biografts looking for us." I explained. Medkit looked at me unamused and sighed. "Alright." He nodded.

We came out of the hideout and began walking down the streets of Crossroads, me helping him along. He smacked my hand away as I tried to support him. "I don't need any help." He said. He seemed more hostile, more rude. It's almost as if this interaction with Subspace would have changed him forever.

Young phighters ran down the streets, playing loud music and fighting each other. We tried to avoid them as much as possible. We came to an empty part of the Crossroads, right by the bridge to Lost Temple. Medkit had finally had enough of walking and we took a break to regroup on a bench. "What a backstabber." Medkit mumbled angrily. "I know..." I sighed. I looked down at my feet, but noticed something off. The world around us was silent and the air was stiff, not a single phighter near... Or as we thought.

A mysterious phighter jumped down from a building ledge, jumping us both. I leapt to my feet and pointed my railgun at them, but they were too quick. Medkit stood up just to be knocked onto the ground by the strange phighter. As Medkit was still on the ground trying to figure out what was happening, I saw a foot flew by my face as they kicked the visor of my helmet. I recorrect myself and fire a bullet that nearly took the attacker's arm off. A blue light wizzes by my face, causing me to fall backwards. The phighter placed a foot on my chest, staring down at me with cold white eyes. They had a scythe in their hand and a white suit with a matching white hat. Medkit rolled over onto their stomach, pointing their pistol at the attacker. The attacker swung around, throwing their scythe that pieced the ground next to Medkit. Medkit froze, glaring at the phighter.

"You two don't look like Lost Temple phighters." The phighter said, looking at the two of them. "No, we're not." I reply. "Then what are ya doing by our borders?" The phighter said in response to me. Before I could answer, Medkit spoke for us saying "We're running from Blackrock." Not the response I was going for, but it was true. "Shucks, you're lucky those robots don't have your corpses turned to dust by now." The phighter remarked. After a short moment of silence, the phighter spoke "Well, we could always use more recruits for the team."

Medkit perked up. "That'd be great, we-" I interupped "Medkit... I'm not sure..."
Medkit looked at me disapprovingly "But Hyperlaser, this is our best shot to survive."
"Going back and trying to make amends to plan again might be better." I argued.
"You think that's gonna work?!" Medkit burst out "Subspace tried to kill you and me! What's to tell he won't try again?!"
"Medki-"
"Go back to Blackrock, you seem to care more about your dumb little plan more than keeping yourself alive anyway."

I stood there somewhat in shock. I helped Medkit escape the attack and even bandaged his bleeding eye, now he's just rude and cold like Subspace. "Fine." I sighed, turning to leave.

"Come on, let's go." The scythe-wielder said to Medkit. They both left and went towards Lost Temple while I walked alone back to the cold and cruel Blackrock.