Children of mischief

Chapter 8:"Oh,Amy."

O'Leary P.O.V.

I screwed up, and it might cost both my life and...and hers, the person I swore to protect.
"Hey 'Leary." I looked up across the dark cell. The air was thick with moisture and the smell of mold and blood.
From the other side, Amy, my best friend, partner in crime and the only one who's been by my side since the beggining, weakly raised her head to look at me. A dried trickle of blood hung by her lip and forhead, her clothes ripped and also drenched in dried blood.
"Amy...''
I crawled forward as much as my chains and my condition let me. I take it I didn't look any better from her reaction.
Amy's brow furrowed. "You came. I told you to forget about this, now you signed both our deaths."
"Such a ray of sunshine."
She laughed and flinched imideatly, clutching her sides.
"What did these bastards do to you?"
"Pretty much the same as you."
She managed a bit closer into the figment of light that came from a crack in the cell's wall. Those. Fucking. Bastards.
Amy was a tiefling, and her skin was a dark and light blue gradiant with black hair and dark blue horns that were beautifully curved. Now, one of her horns was broken off, remaining just a stub, and she had cuts and bruises all over.
"Please tell me they didn't do..anything else to you."
"I'm fine, Leary. You know that they'd be dead if they tried."
I chuckled painfully, the action making my ribs throb.
"I'm sorry."
Amy cocked her head. "For?"
"Not searching for you sooner. Letting them do this to you."
Her gaze softened. "I knew you'd come, never once doubted it."
That made my heart hurt. I swore I'd protect her, and I failled so misserably.
"I'll get us out."
Amy shook her head. "It's useless to try."
I smirked. "I'm resurceful.''
"O'Leary, please."
"Shield your eyes."
Knowing me, she did as told.
I sliped a rusting charm in the shackles, but to activate it you hat to pop it, which resulted in a bam! and flash.
The shackles quickly rusted and I managed to break them off.
I scurried to my fet and uncuffed Amy. She got to her feet and hugged me thightly.
My ribs were crying, but I was willing to forget the pain. I hugged her back and burried my face in her hair, simply enjoying our closeness after five years apart.
I kissed the top of her head. "Let's go."
Amy was slow due to her injuries, so I had to pick her up on my back. Did that help with the speeding up? No. Was I more at peace with the fact I am not gonna leave her behind? Certainly.
I walked as fast as I could in the dark, slippery and humid dungeons. We would sometimes have to hide in cracks and abandoned cells from the guards, but we made it out to the surface level.
I let Amy off my back and searched my bag that I hid in a crack of the wall when I surrendered myself.
"Here." I passer her a healing potion that she chugged down. The wounds started sizzling. She let out a pained cry and I quickly covered her mouth. "Shh! I know it hurts but it does because it's healing."
"Oi! You two! Halt!"
A guard who got alerted yelled.
Shit. "Run,fast. I'll hold them back."
Before she could protest,I pushed her forward towards the exit and got ready to stand my ground.
Amy relucantly followed my order.
I felt a cold chill cling to me and the sides of my vision blackend as the blood thirst started taking over. Come at me, I thought as five guards formed a half-circle before me.
I didn't need any weapons, not when I was the weapon. One thing anyone in the whole Telestìr knew:don't fuck with wolf-runners
I quickly changed into wolf form and charged, avoiding kicks and getting shot. I bit on one's neck, breaking it and tossing him aside, then another's leg, making them howl in pain and drop the gun.
I was already getting tired, breathing heavy and moving more the sloppyer.
"Leary!"
I barely got time to change back when two things happened:Amy teleported infront of me, grabed my arm and teleported back away...and a gun was fired mid-transit.
I fell flat on my back on a field, the impact knocking the wind out my chest. I rolled to my side and froze. Amy.
I got up and ran to her side. My heart raced a mile a minute when I saw her laying on her back, one hand over the gaping wound in her abdomen as a bloodpool started forming beneath her. She gave me a weak smile. "I guess we had a good run.''
"No. Nononononononono!'' I knelt quickly by her side and tried aplying presure on the wound, anything that would help her. I didn't know what to do. My eyes started watering, her hand went to my cheek and gently dried my tears. I started slowly sobbing, leaning in her touch.
"Make it count." She said, looking me with that soft and warm smile, her eyes closing and her hand falling numb from my face. I cradled her body in my arms and cried in her shoulder, feeling like my heart got ripped apart tiny piece by tiny peace. I hoped for a miracle, maybe the Spirits would take pity, maybe they'd give her back to me, and for the first time, I prayed. I didn't care which Spirit was listening, as long as they could bring her back, but nothing happend. This was all my fault, she died because I did my job lously.
I wiped my tears and kissed the top of her head one more time. "They'll pay, I swear."
I burried her on that hill, leaving a flower crown, the thing she loved doing most, and her bird-shaped necklace.
My thirst for blood clawed at my senses, voices whispering words of vengance, bloodshed and carnage in the back of my mind, my vision starting to turn black. Get your shit togheter, she didn't die for this.
Tears were thretening to fall again, drenching the blood thirst. Why? Why her, out of all people? He deserved death more than her, she should've lived her life.
"O'LEARY!"
His head snapped to the direction his name got called from. Jack and Dean ran towards him.
"Man, where the fuck were you!? And why the Fire-Pits are you drenched in blood?!? Jack quickly chidded.
"Wait...did you...cry?" Dean grabed my arm to suport me.
"I...just get me the hell away from here.'' I snapped, pulling my arm away. It was unfair, but what just happend to me was even more unfair:I watched the person I loved most in this world die in my arms; I lost my sister and my friend, the other half of my soul. Was I expected to act nicely?
"Ok, ok, just...let's get to an inn or something,clean you up, get you some rest and we'll talk it though tomorrow.'' Dean said in a kind tone, but it made my skin crawl for some reason. I did not want this right now.
"Fine."
I turned my back and went downhill, not caring if they followed or not.

Dean P.O.V.

Of cours we followed, he looked like a walking dead:paler than usual, dried and fresh blood covering his clothes, skin and hair here and there, his eyes were bloodshot and his eyes red. Something happend, and he was hurting, but knowing O'Leary, I knew better than pushing on the matter. He never oppens up to anyone but Mo and...Amy, but Amy's been gone for 5 years already.
Besides me, Jack scoffed. "Where the hell was he?"
"Clearly not on vacation. He's beaten, bruised and in more of a foul mood tha usual."
My husband rolled his eyes. "Well, we got the bastard back, now we have to find Core. Pray she's safe."
O'Leary stopped mid-track. "What?"
"OH! You didn't know!" Jack groweld mockingly. "Well, your little mission faild. They got her."
I didn't think this was possible, but O'Leary paled even more. "No,Spirits, no." He muttered. "Have't you taken enough!?!" He yelled, looking at the sky.
"Think he finally lost his marbles."
Jack whispered to me.
"O'Leary, what happend?"
He sighed and started telling us, tears rolling down his face.
Amy...she sacrificed herself...oh Spirits, that explains everything.
"Oh Amy.." I looked down and whispered.
"Look, mate, I didn't know, sorry about-" Jack started.
"Save it. I don't want pity. Now we have to find Core. I'm not losing another A."