Blood Red (2)

Chapter 19

Okay... come on brain ... think ...do your job... what happened? Think. THINK. Ugh.

3rd Person POV

Ruby sat in the window, her nose against the glass, her fingers on her lips. Her mind was racing, and her heat was pounding.

Little did she know... that at that second... a bullet swept through the air behind her. She had heard the door open, and the weight of footsteps in the carpet... she just didn't realize it. Even as the gun as cocked.

The silver bullet found its target, her back. The force of it knocked her through the window, the shattered glass making a home in her skin. From there...she fell.

Ruby's POV

There it is...the pain. It decided to come when I finally gained consciousness. It tore through me, every inch of me screaming. Scarlet covered my body, and the sidewalk. No one was there to see me. I couldn't move...only my arms worked. I bit my lips in pain as I used all my arm strength to pull myself forward. My lungs refused to hold air. As the skin on my hands and fingers were scrapped against the asphalt, they bled heavily. I cried silently, continuing to drag my limp body towards him...Killian. The metallic taste of the red liquid swelled on my tongue, and I left a trail of it behind me. Still no one came to my rescue.

I reached the door. I couldn't speak, so I did the only think I could do. I shrieked at the top of my lungs. I watched Killian look up, recognizing my voice anywhere. He raced outside and looked around.

His eyes found me, nearly dead. Everything faded from his eyes; his expression grew blank as if he was trying to comprehend what happened. Everything was fading again. When I blinked I was suddenly in his embrace. David was at my feet, putting pressure on my body. He was shirtless. Both continued their high speed run.

I blinked again, then there was Granny at my arm along with Mary Margret. Each held cloths. It was fuzzy, like a bad television.

The next moment...I swore the whole town of Storybrooke was there, trying to help. I couldn't feel anything. Though, I burned in my own skin...bleeding in places I hadn't since I was a child. My hands, my face, my arms, my legs. Inside and outside.

I was sure I was dead. There was no noise, everything was slow and quiet. Soon I felt myself being laid down, I could see hands beating my chest. They pumped, and I was thrown like a rag doll...

But still...there was nothing.

No pain.

I was fluttering, like the aftermath of a dream. Barley hanging in the distance.

Was it possible...I swear I could start to see myself, my body. It was horrid.

There were scars everywhere. There was glass sticking out. My body's eyes peered out into the distance somewhere, eyes empty. It looked like dreaming with my eyes open, like I was seeing a word no one else did. My shirt had been ripped off and was discarded into a bloody pile in a corner.  A man with blonde hair had a needle to my skin, weaving a thread in and out of my body. He tugged. Another man, a beautiful man with dark hair and facial hair held my body. Tears formed in his eyes, dripping onto my rotting flesh.

Others held cloth to my open wounds, including an elderly woman, and a child. They all rushed to help me...to save me.

I pitied them.

There was no use. They should just let me go. Why did they want me to live? Who were they?

I glanced at the handsome man again. The whites of his eyes were red, but he remained focused. He seemed the most upset. Was this a dream? I could never remember having a man as such love me, but then again, what did I remember. Oh what I would give to have him. I would give my life.

I was shocked by the defibrillator, this I did feel. It was a jolt of lightning piercing me. I clutched my chest as it happened again. Slowly, I felt I was being sucked into my own dead body.

No...

I wanted to stay here, I didn't want pain. I wanted to stare at this man, his left hand replaced by a hook. I didn't want to wake and find this all be a dream, I couldn't bare it. I scratched at the air, desperate to hang on. I yelled at them, still not hearing a word they said. I don't think they heard me either.

The pain came through my chest again.

No...no...

NO!

I didn't stop screaming until I was enveloped in the dead body. The walls of the flesh silenced me. All I could hear now...was a beeping noise.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was a comforting sound.

Beep. Beep.