Captured (A Mianite Fanfic)

Chapter 13: Searching for Answers

Tucker's POV:

I stomped out of the castle with Sonja, Andor and Martha in tow. They didn't seem too pleased with my new anger, but Wag had betrayed us. All he cared about was a dead Tom and an evil Jordan. Not us. 

"Tucker, I think you need to calm down." Martha suggested, placing a hand on my shoulder. Enraged, I stopped and turned to her.

"No!" I yelled. "Wag betrayed us! He's no good to us anymore! We still need to save Dagrun!" 

"How are we going to do that if I'm the only Ianite follower here?!" Andor spat. Silence. Awkward silence. Grumbling, I turned back around and continued on my quest to Dagrun. The right path.

Wag's POV:

That voice. No. No that's impossible. He wasn't breathing. He wasn't moving. It can't be. Slowly, I turned to the source of the noise. It was.

"Tom!?" I exclaimed. "Wha... How did.... But you..."

"Plan on finishing any of those sentences so I can talk?" Tom asked, mildly bitterly. 

"You were dead! J-Jordan killed you!" I choked, extremely confused.

"No I wasn't." Tom snapped. 

"You weren't breathing or moving! At all!"

"I did survive.... With quintessence." He became silent. What quintessence? 

"What do you mean 'quintessence'?" I asked, using air quotes. Tom sighed and looked at his hands.

"When.... When Jordan killed me, he had a small bit of quintessence in him from Ianite. For whatever reason, the last of it was used on me. But now there's none left." My jaw dropped down to the floor.

"T-The last of the quintessence?" I whispered. "It's all gone?" The zombie nodded as my spirits plummeted. We couldn't save Ruxomar now. It was all over. We were too late. "It's over then. We lost."

"No, we didn't lose," Tom suggested. "We just, uh... All we have to do is... um...." He left his sentence hanging.

"That's what I thought." I mumbled, almost inaudibly. Tom's gaze focused on the couch holding the knocked out Jordan as his eyes grew enormous. 

"Whoa, what's up with Jordan?" Tom asked quickly, dashing towards his best friend. Jordan's chest was moving slowly. Unnaturally slowly. 

"I had to knock him out so he didn't kill us all for real." I muttered, still slightly confused. Tom's head hung low.

"Do we... Do we know what happened to him?" 

"Sadly, we don't. But I can already tell it's something bad.

"No shiz, Sherlock."

"Hey! Rude!"

"Sorry, it's just the stupid stress." Tom began shaking and grabbed his arm as though he was cold. It was a little chilly, but he had even more layers than me and I wasn't cold. 

"Are you okay?" I asked sympathetically. The zombie didn't seem to be focusing on a lot.

"Yeah I just... Something seems wrong." Tom explained. 

"There's a lot that's wrong." I replied, attempting to lighten the mood. Tom sent a glare my way as he continued to stare at the knocked out Jordan. 

Tom's shaking slowly subsided, but it took a good 10 minutes. He seemed miserable about something. His arms were wrapped tightly around his knees, sunken to the floor. 

"Is there anything we can do to help him?" Tom asked in between sobs. Wait a minute... Tom was crying? The Tom Syndicate, crying? I've known him for two years and he had never cried! He was definitely upset about this.