Broken Blades, Broken Souls - An Arcane Fanfiction

Oil And Water? Fuck That!

July 18th, 2:15 AM

Caitlyn's POV

Oh my God. Oh. My. God. Please don't tell me it is her.

Caitlyn's hands were shaking as she reached out to pull off the firelight's mask. When she realized that it was really her, she backed away a bit, completely shocked. Her eyes darted between her rifle and Vi's shot wound. As she was looking into Vi's glazed eyes, full of pain, an incredibly strong feeling of guilt washed over her.

She had just shot someone. The fact that it was Vi only made it worse, but a minute earlier, she had been read to kill someone - a feeling she'd never experienced and also didn't want to anytime again. That urge to shoot someone, to hurt someone - it had been so strong that she was afraid of herself.

"Vi! What are you... Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to shoot you, I'm sorry...", Caitlyn stammered, not knowing where to go with the hurricane of feelings she was having at the moment; guilt, anger, fear, desire, sadness, all at once. She looked around frantically, as if to seek help. Eventually, she ripped off a huge piece from her own uniform and pressed it onto Vi's wound to stop the bleeding. She groaned silently, but absently, like she didn't really know where this sudden pain came from.

"You need to get a doctor", she whispered, more to herself than to Vi. She grabbed one of her arms and threw it over her shoulder, half dragging, half carrying her across the street. A few hundred meters away, Caitlyn spotted her house, the Kiramman Mansion. If she could take Vi there, she'd be able to help her. Probably.

Caitlyn already heard the rest of her enforcer squad yelling in the distance. She had to hide Vi from them. They could discuss an arrest arrangement later, for now, she had to keep her alive.

"Cait...don't...You're not supposed to help me", Vi choked out between short, flat breaths. Caitlyn ignored her, dragging her towards the mansion in a hurry. She could already feel Vi's warm blood soaking her uniform.

They finally reached the mansion and Caitlyn maneuvered Vi on one of the sofas in the living room. She was barely able to keep her eyes open. The panic inside of Caitlyn emerged to a dangerously high level.

Please don't die. I don't want anyone to die because of me. Especially not you.

In a hurry, Caitlyn left the room and sprinted upstairs. "Dad!" She knocked on his bedroom door so hard that she felt blood running down her knuckles. A second later, her father opened the door, wearing a white nightgown and a pointed hat, looking extremely sleepy and confused. When he saw the look on his daughter's face, the sleepiness faded instantly.

"Cait! What on earth happened?"

Caitlyn made a grimace. "I accidentally shot Vi. Well, I mean, not quite accidentally, but I didn't know it was her. Actually, I didn't want to shoot any of them, but I'd gotten the command to shoot anyone who came across-"

"Cait", her father interrupted, noticing that she was nearly crying while speaking. "We can discuss the details later. Where is Vi now?"

"She's downstairs", Caitlyn replied, her voice shaky. "She's bleeding out, dad. I need your help."

He nodded and made his way downstairs, Caitlyn following right behind him. When he saw Vi laying on the sofa, still not moving and barely breathing, he sucked in a sharp breath. "That's not looking good. At all. Cait, see if you can stop the bleeding somehow. I'mma get some medics."

Caitlyn lowered herself next to Vi and leaned down her ear above the Zaunite's mouth to hear her breath. It was shallow, but it was there. She grabbed the nearest blanket from another sofa and pressed it against Vi's wound. "Don't die on me, please", she whispered, almost inaudible.