By Your Side? Always | ALWAYS #1

Chapter 34: весело тортури лиходія

JEFFREY WOODS (JEFF THE KILLER) POV
I heard a male yelling voice, in that moment I couldn't recognize it, until I ran into Troye, whose face was pale as a ghost, almost as pale as mine, his facial expression reflected trauma or pain, in his eyes, the fright was tattooed on them, he was breathing heavily, but what scared me the most, what actually made my stomach shrink and feel a heavy light of worriment was what Prophet was holding in his arms. A girl, but not any girl, the pain in the ass redhead with a smocking hot body and immortality, his sister, Rouge.

-Prophet? – I whispered and he looked at me straight in the eyes with a harsh sight.

He doesn't say a word, I can see how he bites his lip from the inside of his mouth and his frown reveals that he's holding tears, his lip ring moves as he nibbles harder his lip this time and passes in front of me as he starts to run but I immediately know where he's heading.

-Troye! Come back here! – I yell, he turns his head to pay attention to anything I got to say- Let me hold her, and I'll sit on your loin so we get to the House sooner.

-You're suggesting to help me? – He raises his eyebrow and I can sense his broken voice from how lower and raspier it is than usual.

-Yeah- I nod and he runs back to me, as he extends Rouge to my arms.

I hug her tight to me as her head rests on my shoulder and her legs are being held by my arms and hands, immediately seeing where her wound and blood is coming from, her left ribs stain my white hoodie and unconsciously kiss her forehead.

When I get on Troye's wolf loin, he starts running as I struggle to keep myself on him, until we reach our destiny, and I get down, as he transforms into a human once again and he reaches for Rouge and holds her in his arms as we jog inside the House looking for Slenderman or someone that can help us.

ROUGE ROYAL POV

Where am I? Why am I not hurting? Am I dead?

''Too many questions, not one answer''

I feel my head spinning like in a carousel, but this one is fast, and makes you vomit in the first five minutes of riding it. My head is being hammered by an invisible force as my eyes are blinded by a cloud of white smoke in front of them, invisible for my physical body, too real and solid for my spiritual self.

I can't see, I can't feel, I can't speak, I must be dead.

But even the dead ones' speak, right?

Suddenly, I feel a warm sensation all over my body, the physical warmth of someone or something, then, my sight becomes clearer, and I can see in third person how Troye carries a girl with ginger hair and how Jeff runs beside him, with his hoodie stained with red blood on his chest and stomach area.

TROYE GRAYSCOLD (THE PROPHET) POV

We get to Rouge's room, where I leave her slim agonizing body on the white bed carefully, Jeff passes his hands all around his hair and sighs, I can notice how he pulls it from the desperation and gets out from the room slamming the door. I stay sitting on the bed when I move quickly to the bathroom and under the sink I can see the hydrogen peroxide, there's where I grab it, and I look on the drawers for something to cover the wound with, but there's nothing here.

-GraysCold! – Jeffrey's deep voice calls my attention from the bedroom and I take long steps to get there as I hold carefully the hydrogen peroxide on my hand.

-What, Woods? – I ask and he looks at me with those big eyes of his.

I don't even fucking know what Rouge saw on him.