Believe in Me

Cheated

I'm not sure if it will stay like that, but page two is blank. Just skip on to three, its in order ^^' just an empty page in the middle. Thank you for reading though, your comments all mean the world to me, have a good night. 

His mind was distant, like it had traveled from his head and deserted him, leaving behind the confused and horribly pained body he had realized once more. Had he been knocked out..? He was so sore, his head so foggy. The only things he could easily tell were real were the sharp stinging on his arm and the mind blowing pain of his chest, his bones searing, almost driving him instinctually to yell out.. if only his voice hadn’t abandoned him as well. His muscles wouldn’t respond, it was like they refused to help him just as the wind had… even his emotions were blank, just confusion, he didn’t understand, couldn’t figure out where he was, who he was.. everything was so distant and the world was so dark.. He probably wouldn’t have ever woken from the blank, trance-like state if it weren’t for the strange pounding noises nearby, they rung so loudly in his head, pierced needles into his skull so badly that he felt himself involuntarily cringe. There was a soft touch on his arm, a small, weak shake from a hand so gentle he couldn’t figure out how he could even feel it when he couldn’t feel anything else but searing pain… his eyes decided to finally listen, flickering open, shutting, opening once more. The world was blurry, different dark, pastel colors blending together in some form of abstract confusion. Someone was moving, a faded sound of held back crying in the feeble distance. “..m s… s..rr..” he heard, but the words weren’t made out, nothing made sense. He felt himself sliding across the floor, grateful for how evenly paved it was for the cracks and breaks in his ribs wouldn’t be able to stand it otherwise, the cry grew louder… what was going on?

Tooth’s eyes were frozen wide, her breath still frozen in her throat at the events that had happened in  mere seconds. She was almost killed by Death himself, Ilia was hurt horribly, Jack was hurt badly as well, and then Grey was back to normal, passed out drained of all color and strength… all in mere seconds. Now she was just lost, standing there between three damaged people.. completely left clueless on what to do. She had no way to help them, she wasn’t a nurse, she was just… her. Her job was collecting teeth and making children smile, not fighting, not healing, none of this… and now at a time like this remembered how practically useless she was once real blood was being shed. This didn’t happen the first time Pitch tried to take over, he had limits then, standards. He was aiming to hurt the guardians and losing belief in them was enough... but now that wasn’t anything. He just wanted fear, more and more power until he could crush them all under his boot without any need for disbelief. North had his swords, he had his fists, Bunny had boomerangs and could pack a kick, Jack had his staff and his magic, Sandy could make anything to protect him with his sands… but she was just… there. Useless. And now when everyone around her needed her most, she couldn’t do anything. Going to get North would be the best option, but that would require leaving all three just laying around in Pitch’s Lair either wounded, unconscious, or both. Despite the king of nightmares not having showed up, and thankfully so, that didn’t mean that she could just leave them. This was HIS home, he had to know what was going on… despite how little she could protect them being around them, running off would be leaving them alone and easy to take for the enemies. She couldn’t heal though, and she couldn’t carry them all back… and yet again, the feeling of uselessness set in.
She gave a small sigh, first going to Ilia who obviously seemed to have the worst wound, named by the red liquid starting to puddle around her on the floor. Her eyes were weak but painfully open, she was conscious, though obviously barely so. Her small hands were loose, the daggers she had drawn just at the split second between life and death now laying just beside her palm, having slid out as she lost grasp. She was bleeding out, slowly but surely, and though the slash Grey put on her didn’t hit any major vitals, she could easily bleed to death if this kept up. The wound  was far too large to clot quickly, tracing all the way diagonally across her body, not helped by the kick that slammed her into the wall behind her. What Tooth could easily tell though was that Ilia was scared out of her mind. Her hero, favorite person in the entire world, attacking her, inflicting such a strong wound in the intent to kill her without any twitch of guilt at all. Even if the girl were healed… Tooth wasn’t sure how she’d react once she could react. For now Ilia was just… laying there. Her eyes were distant, still beautifully bright but back to the lost look they possessed back at the pole… just three times as strong. Her lips were slightly cracked with the weight of her breath on them as she slowly inhaled and exhaled through her mouth, like she was struggling to do just that. Tooth leaned down to where she locked eyes with the spirit of nature, giving a small smile though the glossiness in her own violet eyes was obvious; she wanted to cry. But she wouldn’t, she’d stay strong for them, just like they would for her… Despite the growing truth that she was little help at all to any of them. She then went to Grey, though cautiously so, a slight guilt growing in her knowing that she was once again scared to approach him. It was like he would suddenly jump back at her, snarling and slashing like he had before, her body tensed, ready to fly back as quickly as she could... but he stayed still. His eyes were closed almost too tightly to be real sleep, his chest rising and falling much faster than she would expect from someone asleep... but he didn’t move, didn’t groan, was just.. out. The entire situation had been confusing, one minute he was attacking, then Ilia yelled and he just… stopped. Froze for a minute, his expression almost confused in a way.. then he collapsed. There was no explanation, he wasn’t hurt, like he could b… wait. Tooth quickly crawled from his face to his side, looking over Death’s black clothed back. Sure enough, those long, even gashes where the wings had once extended were still there, still bleeding. But… how? Wasn’t he invinceable? Didn’t cut just bounce right off of him? Even things like this would’ve healed up within seconds wouldn’t it? It took her a while of hard thinking, flat out confusion, before her conscious made a small comment and a memory flickered back into her mind… North’s calm voice going over the situation, replaying what he had heard happened when Grey was tortured. She remembered it was a big deal then, how was it possible that he could be so badly cut up when he wasn’t even supposed to be able to get a scratch, let alone so badly… then North commented that… “He cant heal.. without his scythe..” She muttered quietly in recognition of the words, focusing back on the man beneath her. She easily remembered her conversation with Jack what seemed like forever ago about how strangely cool it was that Grey could hide his scythe within his reach without having to carry it, the weapon being able to form out of nowhere to his hand and back when needed, she had assumed he had it with him the entire time… but he never lost reach of his scythe when he had control of it, he always kept it in case something happened unexpectedly. If he DIDN’T have it then that would mean that it was taken from him, there was no other option, he wouldn’t just give it up for no reason on purpose. If Pitch had to take his weapon… then it made sense to think that the reaper didn’t have a say in this, it was forced after all. Tooth couldn’t help but give a sigh of relief, though it wasn’t exactly the time for it considering the situation, knowing that all of this damage wasn’t on his free will. She was sure Ilia would feel at least a little better once they managed to wrap her up… but for now, Tooth stood and fluttered to Jack.
She saved him for last because he didn’t seem that bad off, he was kicked, hit his head on the floor, and was out… how wrong she was. His chest was dented awkwardly right where Grey’s boot had connected, like his ribs had cracked to fit the uneven ridges and curve around the foot that kicked him back. It was gruesome on its own, though she was weakly glad that he wasn’t bleeding. That meant that no severe internal damage was done… hopefully. He had a pretty deep cut on his arm, but she discarded that for now; compared to the obvious injury, that was nothing. She didn’t know what was fatal and what wasn’t, and Tooth was starting to panic horribly. Ilia was dying, Grey was out completely, and Jack was somewhere in between, she had no idea whether he was in any vital danger or not. So yet again she was just frozen, unsure on where to go, who to help, what to do.