The Other Side

Chapter 7: both

     Scott

     Scott reached for his small pack of knives. "One, two, three, GO!" a rumbling voice boomed. The blonde stood a second longer before running towards the slightly smaller group of people dressed in grey. Most of the Patron were yelling but Hoy just focused on his footing. Scott went through what he had learned about the Rezmence clan.

     1) they are equally smart and strong

     2) they use swords, gasses and poison darts

     3) they have important information 

     4) kill on sight.

     In the time the boy had to run over that, he also made it to the battle field. Many were already fighting because Scott was a rather slow runner. He stood there for a moment before a boy about his size suited in grey approached him at top speed. The blonde pulled out one of his knives and threw it just for it to graze his stomach. His opponent fell to the sandy ground and was releasing a lot of blood from the wound. Hoy backed away, not removing his eyes. The grey uniformed person was still breathing. He wasn't dead. He turned his back to the wounded warrior.

     His thoughts were haunting him. You could have killed him. Now you have to go kill more. Killer. Scott squeezed his eyes shut to rid himself of the thoughts. "Act first, think second." he whispered to himself. He turned around to start running back to battle. He took one step before tripping over something. There was a person in grey they stared at each others tinted goggles.

     Scott studied the boy. His dark hair was a mess. He had a very thin frame, dainty. He couldn't see the colour of his eyes past the goggles on both of their faces. The boy was kneeling beside the solider that Scott had thrown the knife at. He had a needle in his gloved hand but wasn't moving. He had a look of total terror pasted on his face. 

     I have to kill him. The blonde's thoughts flooded his head again. He didn't do anything wrong. He isn't attacking anyone. Mabey if you 'didn't see him'. You could just walk away. Just as the tall teen started to walk away, a midsize Patron warrior tackled the frightened boy in grey to the ground. He sat on top of his thin frame and shot his beefy hands towards his neck. The boy struggled and then turned his head towards a frozen Scott. 

     Scott just stood there. His mind racing. Until the small boy went limp. That's when Scott threw a knife. He threw the sharpened blade, but not at the boy in grey. The silver plunged into the guy wearing black's neck. He rolled off of the boy. The midsized Patron stopped breathing. He is now greeting death. Scott rushed to the side of the small boy and placed his middle and index fingers where he should be able to find a pulse. It was weak but still there.

     Trader. Why did you save YOUR ENEMY?!?! You don't know this person. What are you going to tell people about the alive boy? That's when Hoy remembered the facts about the Rezmence clan. They have information. Bring him back with you.

     The strong, blonde soldier had to wound 4 more people. He used his knives for two, piercing their hands, arms, legs or feet. The other two he used his hands, knocking them out with a hard punch. All of them were in self defence. He didn't really kill anyone of the Rezmence. Scott looked around, the sight was awful. Dead everywhere. The fighting was over, the sea of grey retreated. We just barely won that war. 

     The blonde felt his knees buckle. He was now sitting in the sand. It took everything in him to stand up and drag himself over to the boy that he decided that he would take with him. "MR. NEV!!!" Scott's hoarse voice called. Mr. Nev walked over to him, a smile creeping on his face. "I found this boy, he his still alive. We could take him back and get some information out of him.".

     "Great job, Hoy. Pick him up, we are heading back now. VICTORY!!!" He chanted and got a reply of every person cheered back at him.

     Scott put one arm under the smaller boy's knees and the other under his shoulder blades. He lifted him up with ease and started on his way.

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     Mitch

     All of the sudden there was this harmony of obnoxious screams. That's when the Rezmence started to charge. Mitchell and the rest of the medical and battle strategy task group stood back, as commanded. They all watched in fear. Seconds later, two of them ran out too. To help someone who has been wounded the tenor assumed. He glanced forward-leftward just in time to see a tall blonde dresses in black throw a blade. It just sliced the warrior but he still collapsed and started bleeding. The blonde backed away and faced the other direction. The dark haired boy dubbed it safe enough to go help the warrior. 

     He kneeled down beside the soldier and started his assessment. He will need a quick shot and then need to be stitched up. So the boy grabbed a syringe with an ember coloured liquid filling it. He was about to put it in when he felt a wide pain in his side. He looked around to find the source of his pain. That's when he saw the same blonde who had thrown the knife, on the ground. He looked back at me. Shock clearly expressed by his face. He slowly started to stand up. The dark hair boy wanted to run but he couldn't move. He almost killed this person, he has no reason to not kill you. Run. COME ON, STAND UP AND RUN! But he couldn't move.

     The tall blonde had a look of sheer confusion plastered on his face. He wasn't moving either. The small boy started to panic when he was pushed down and felt a pair of strong hands wrap around his throat. He tried his hardest to push the other off but he was being held down. Just let it happen. Calm down and let it happen. He looked over to the blonde that still stood there motionless, a small knife in his hand. Milliseconds latter, everything went black. He felt the pressure leave his stomach and two soft fingers feel for a pulse.

     He opened his eyes just enough to not be noticed but enough to see. He saw the tall boy in black, that once stood beside him, making sure he was alive. He noted that the blonde no longer had the silver blade in his hand. When the Patron walked away, he opened his eyes a bit more and looked around. To his left he saw the enemy that was trying to kill him with a knife lodged in his neck. They were both laying in his blood. The grey uniformed boy passed out once again.

     He awoke to two strong arms lifting him up. He figured that it was his clan, bringing him back to their community and heal him up after their victory. But the voices that he heard were not ones he recognized. Not your clan. Open your eyes, carefully. Just As he did so he noticed the blonde boy and black goggles. Keep calm, you're not dead. Focus on your breathing.