What if Kiara got hit by the machete instead of JJ? In Season 2.
Everything is going to shit. In the distance I hear a scream, the hoarse painful sound of that bastard wards voice. But I can't focus on that right now, we gotta get out of here. And by we, I mean me and kie. Or maybe just her, because I can't stand the anxious look on her face anymore.
Locks of brown hair are bristling past my face, and if I focus closely I can still smell remnants of coco shampoo, or her mousse? I usually zone out when she's rambling about hair products honestly. Because what's the difference between a mask and a conditioner? All I do is slap water on it, and that's rare. I'm peering round the corner, past her glazed face. "Clear." I confirm, watching as she scurries quietly ahead.
"I don't see him." Where the fuck is John B? But before I can voice my frustration, I hear her slip a warning. "Jayj." A man, maybe an inch taller than me comes round the corner. "Of course there's more of you." Is this ass speaking to himself or us? "Get down on the ground." His voice is slightly squeakish. "That's not gonna happen." I lunge towards him, fist flying. Unsure if I hit him, I'm too focused at the machete flying at me and Kiara. Adrenaline floods me, arms fly around and I'm unsure who's winning until the metal clanks against this guys back. "Hit him kie." I swear if this was slo-mo you'd see the spark in her eyes, damn that girls fierce. However this fellas eyes go blurred, losing his senses for a second. "Where's john b?" I order, kie echoing his name overboard.
In seconds, he's swinging at me again machete reflecting the sun into my eyes. Flashing a warning every time it passes me. My head hits the side, my body temporarily heavy as I watch kie become the new target. My fingers claw at his back, the blade struggling against his sweaty grip. "Kie." I yell, finally separating from the man. But just as the blade swings again, I see the hit. She flails, her arms grasping at air as she drops. My arms are reaching out, but it's no use. Fuck I could kill this man. I settle for punch, jumping in after and letting the water electrify me once again.
For a second my senses feel useless, where is she? Then, in the corner of my eye bubbles ripple on the surface. "Kiara." I yell, knowing that if she actually heard that I'd be cursed for using her proper name. I have no idea if i'm still screaming her name or not, but the moment I feel her cold body hit my chest I know we need help. Colour drains from her face, her lips a shade paler than usual. Her body is shaking in my grasp, even though she's laid completely still. Thousands of thoughts pass through my head as I tried to tap her awake, I thought of all the times I held her in my arms wrestling across the chateau or giving her piggy back rides back home when her heels blistered. This time was different, her body felt heavier like the water was forcing her to the bottom. There was absolutely no way I'd let it get to her.
Time had kind of paused until I heard my friend's crying out her name. Kie's feet dangled lifelessly as John b gripped her shoulders, pulling her onto the lifeboat. I didn't want to let go. My hand slipped over her arm, blood spread across from her head. "What happened?!" Sarah yelled, her brown eyes big and tearful. Answering questions wasn't my priority, she was. "Kie." Keeping a pattern and repeating it again, again and again. Eventually we went quiet. Gentle breathes made her chest rise ever so slightly, until it quickened. And, coughing.
I froze in place, watching her hacking away. Sarah grabbed her hand as John B encouraged her awake. "Give her a sec." I whispered to Sarah, Kie hated physical touch sometimes. "Jayj?" Questioned Kie, her voice weak and crackling. "I'm here." I saluted, why the fuck did I just salute. Dark disoriented eyes searched for me, following my voice round to where I hid close to Pope. When they reached me, she sobbed. "Hey, it's okay." John B hummed in agreement with me, pulling off his shirt and wrapping it around her. I'd do the same if I wasn't drenched. Cautiously I follow the rim till I'm sitting beside her, tucking her stray hairs behind her ear. I pull a rag to her wound, watching for a wince but she doesn't seem to notice. "What happened?" Mumbling some other words along with the question. "Blunt end of a machete."
Her whispers send currents around my spine. "I feel sick." Kiara mumbles into my ear, pressing her head against my shoulder. "Sea sick?" I question, failing to come up with my usual jokey answer. Effortlessly her shoulders rise, too tired to voice another complaint and settling for a shrug. As she drifts off I notice I've been rubbing her thigh in small circles but she didn't seem to mind. "Night kie." Pointlessly whispering to her sleepy body.
Hellloooo!! I hope you enjoyed this one <3 I am gonna do a part 2, eek!! But I think I'll switch back to third person for that one x anywho I hope you enjoyed.
