The Ace of Swords

Chapter 26

I feel the blade cut through my shoulder. I hadn't really expected Dawn to stab me. She pulls it out in preparation to stab me again. I pull my fist back and punch her in the nose. She screeches as she drops her weapon to clutch her now broken nose. I back away as she screams in pain. I'm about to push the door open when she recovers and tackles me to the ground. She punches me in the face but she's weak. It doesn't even hurt that bad. I easily flip us over so that I straddle her. I hold her hand down a her sides to keep her from attacking me again. She screams and thrashes around. She screams obscenities at me while I am trying not to hurt her. I'm not strong but compared to her I'm the Hulk. When she spits in my face I can't take it anymore. I pull her forward and punch her again and again. When she doesn't pass out I break her wrist. If I overwhelm her senses she should pass out somewhat easily. My theory is proven when she closes her eyes. I check for a pulse and sigh in relief. I didn't believe I had killed her. I just needed to make sure.

It takes me a few minutes to decide a course of action. I'm not killing her and I can't drag her limp body through the halls. That would look suspicious. I ultimately decide just to leave her there. I'm sure she will wake up and find her way back to her room. Just to be sure she won't come back after me I grab the knife that is still slick with my blood and leave the room. I'll keep it just in case someone else decide to kill me. Now I just need to find Storm. I would like to hang out with one of my few friends that do not want to kill me.

I walk into the cafeteria looking for Storm but of course she isn't there. A few people stare at me as I walk by. It reminds me that my shoulder is still dripping blood down my shirt. Leo approaches me to inspect my shoulder. It's odd because I though Red's and Yellow's couldn't be friends. I guess you don't have to be friends to heal the other person.

"This needs stitches. Come with me and I can fix this in less than a minute," he looks at me expectantly.

"Do I have to get stitches? I kind of need to find someone," I beg him with my eyes not to say yes.

"You definitely need stitches unless you're fond of infections. I'm sure whichever Red stabbed you didn't bother to disinfect whatever they stabbed you with. I'm not even sure they know what disinfect means," he chuckles at his own joke but all I feel is offended. He's making fun of Red's as I stand here in a Red band. He falls silent as he becomes aware of me not joining in with his laughter.

"I guess we can go get stitches but I'm not staying long. Got it?" I say sternly. I see his eyes narrow and his nose scrunch up in disgust.

"Got it. You seemed so nice when I met you. I guess I was wrong. You were a Red hidden among Yellows. You should have been more like Callie or Dawn. They acted nice and have good personalities," he says leading me to the Yellow's room. I bite my tongue to keep from telling him that Dawn did this and not the Reds. Let him think that the Yellows are all innocent. He's no better than the Reds.

We walk to the back and I sit in front of him. He looks around for something to stitch me up with. He pulls out an old crooked needle and something that looks suspiciously like dental floss.

"I bet that isn't disinfected," I snap at him. He glares over at me.

"It's not but it is going to hurt. Try not to scream too loud. I don't need your new friends coming after me," he says venomously.

At first the needle only stings when inserted into the skin. It starts to hurt when he begins pulling the flesh together. I let out a piercing scream. It hurts worse than I thought it would. Tears gather in my eyes as I keep another scream from being released. I can hear my teeth grinding together. Next time I just won't get stitches. Another sting as it is reinserted then the searing pain. He does this four times before he cuts the string. At that point sweat was dripping down my face but I'm conscious. That's all I can ask for. Apparently he wasn't done with that torture session. He takes a gold liquid and poor sit into the newly stitched wound. The white hot pain flashed through me. I begin falling forward. He wraps his arms around me to keep me standing as I ride the waves of pain.