Captured (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 12: Departure

Wag's POV:

With grief riding on my shoulders, Tucker and I grabbed an arm and a leg of Tom, Martha and Sonja snatched an arm and leg of Jordan, while Andor trailed behind, skimming though my book. I could barely move him. Not because he was heavy, even though he was, but the grief was already taking so much space in my mind. 

We were going to have to create a funeral for Tom. But as sad as it is to say, Tom is the least of our worries. Jordan changed. And for the worst. A frown appeared on my face as we continued on our journey to my house. After a painstakingly slow walk, my large castle came into view. It took a while to build that thing.

"Alright, let's go." I whispered, letting go of Tom to open my door. I used one of my many wands to unlock the door, letting it swing open. The girls carried Jordan in with ease, while Tucker seemed to be trying, and failing, extremely hard. Speedily, I dashed over to help him.

"T-Thanks for that." Tucker choked, his breathes coming in quick, short bursts. Nodding, the two of us reached my living room, just to see the sleeping Jordan lying awkwardly on the couch. 

"Can you clear off that table?" I requested, pointing at my coffee table, which had little items littered across it. Sonja and Martha quickly cleared it off as Tucker and I awkwardly carried Tom onto the table.

"What are you going to do?" Martha asked, wringing her hands together. Slowly, I snatched my spell book from Andor and looked at Tom's lifeless body. Little droplets of blood was dribbled down his chest, and was still coming from his slit throat. My heart got tied up in a knot.

Slowly, I laid a hand on his heart and searched for a heartbeat. Nothing. My fingers found his wrist and felt for a pulse. 

There was one.

Wait, what? No. No, this is a dream. Tom got his throat slit, he was dead. He can't have a pulse. This can't be true.

"What's wrong, Wag?" Tucker asked, rubbing his hands together.

"T-There's a pulse?" I whispered. "There's a pulse!" Everyone in the vicinity, besides Jordan, gasped as I continued to search Tom all over. Nothing else about him seemed to be moving, but the pulse never lies. He was alive, but just barely. "He's still living!"

Everyone crowded around me, their breathing heavy. I didn't know what to do. I've never stopped death before.

"Tom, Tom please live." I whimpered, fear lining my voice. Confusion, along with fear, washed over me. There really was nothing I could do. How do I stop this?

"What are you doing?" Martha asked fearfully.

"I can't do anything. Don't judge, I've never stopped death before!" We sat there in complete silence. My body itself had turned numb. My hands began shaking intensely as Tom's body lay still.

All of the sudden, all of my hope got replaced with sadness and sank into my heart. Sure, Tom had a pulse, but he wasn't moving, breathing, or any other signs of life. And if he was breathing, I didn't know how to save him. 

"There's nothing we can do." I muttered quietly, looking down at my feet.

"There's gotta be something!"

"There isn't. He does have a pulse, but there's no other signs of life. He's truly gone. Again, we're much too late. Mianite won. Historian won. Gaines won. Now that we've lost our only source of quintessence, but more importantly two friends, what's the point? Just give in. There's no power in this world now. It's either fight and die, or sit back and live. What do you want to do?"

Silence fell. That long speech wore down my voice, but it was true. Tucker shook his head.

"I'd rather die a hero than sit back and let my world be destroyed." he said strongly. "I'm going out there. And I'm finding Historian, and defeating him." Sonja grasped her boyfriend's arm.

"Tucker, please don't!" she exclaimed sadly. "I don't want to loose you!" 

"Then come with me. This isn't a battle anymore. It's a war. Yeah, we've lost two soldiers and friends, but we have to move on. They didn't die in vain. And I'll avenge them if it's the last thing I do. So what do you say? Stay here and let Historian win? Or go out and have a chance of saving out world?"

The Blood Mage looked around the room, expecting some type of response. Glances were shot throughout the room, obviously thinking. Was he right? Was I too attached to friends to fight for the entire world? 

"I'm going with you." Andor spoke loudly, standing a little taller.

"I am too."

"Same here."

They all looked at me, reproachful looks in their eyes. My tongue got caught in my throat. I had to come up with an answer. And fast. Stay with two dead friends or possibly die with four? I didn't need to get too attached.

"I'm sorry, guys," I whispered. "I need to stay here. Once Jordan wakes up, I'm the only one that can keep him sleeping again. If Tom does begin breathing again, I can save him. I'm sorry. I'm staying."

Even though those words came from my mouth, they hurt to say. I knew I would most likely regret this decision later, but it's for the greater good. My blood red eyes connected with Tucker's coal black ones.

"Fine. Have it your way." Tucker murmured. "Come on, guys. Let's go and save Ruxomar. Let James go and play with wizard stuff."

My face grew bright red at the sound of my actual name. I hated it. I like being called Wag, or even Waglington is okay. Everyone looked at me one last time, making sure that I wasn't making the wrong choice. But I knew I was. 

"Don't call me James." I whispered quietly. Tucker furrowed his eyebrows.

"It doesn't even matter anymore. You're not coming with us. You've lost our trust. Just leave us alone." Tucker snatched his girlfriend's hand and turned around, completely blocking me out. Just moments later, they were out of the door. I had just lost all of my friends.

Did I make the right choice? Or am I going to regret this? My head hung low as embarrassment filled my mind. I messed up. This was stupid. I just made the worst decision of my life. 

"What's wrong, Wag?"