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Chapter ??? - Boss?

Chapter ??? - Boss?

The sounds around me were muffled. Clatters of metal on metal, yelling, roaring and crashes that made the floor vibrate. What kind of dream is this? This is a sucky dream, I can't even see anything. It sounded like a bunch of guys fighting something. Or something completely different. There's a lot of grunting going on.

Am I moving?

I'm not sure. My stomach is tied in a knot, though. Like I'm being jolted, or like it's flipping over when you hit a bump in the road and just glide over it.

Gross.

One voice is particularly clear to me, though. A german accent. Saying my name over and over.

"Kieran! Wake up! We've got to leave, quickly!" Said the voice in Spanish. Why did they sound German if they were speaking Spanish? Weird. Leave me alone, I'm sleeping. Or at least trying to. Whoever's having a party need to calm down.

Suddenly I returned to my body. My arms and face hurt, for whatever reason. I felt a sting across my cheek. Is someone... slapping me? I'll kill them.

"Kieran! Hurry up! There are more!" Said the voice again. I opened my eyes a little, squinting in the white flickering lights being cast from above. All I could see was grey, then a dark hoodie, and finally a pale, anxious face. Oh, it's Evan. He looks worried. Typical Evan. Always so concerned about me.

I shivered. I could feel the cold of the metal ground seeping through my clothing. Ugh.

More yelling.

What's going on?

"Karcsi! F*ck, you're not dead, are you?!"

"You'd know if she was dead, you idiot! Keep fighting, I'll get her!"

"What's going on?" I grumbled. My back still ached, but there was no weight to make me suffer. Evan widened his eyes.

"Finally!" He said, glancing over to wherever the fighting was happening. I tried to look over, but my neck ached so I couldn't be bothered. "Get up, we've got to go. The Brutes are here, and more of them are on the way. Some guys were talking to Derren and Chris starting fighting them. Then the Brutes came."

"Brutes?" I mumbled, slowly forcing myself to sit up. My head span.

"That's what I call them. Because they're big and..." He trailed off, seeming to forget the word for whatever he was trying to say. He made a flexing gesture, glancing at me hopefully.

"Muscular?" I finished for him. In Spanish, of course. He nodded and smiled, getting to his feet and shaking out his small legs. I noticed him holding the handle of my bag in his bony hand. "Are you sure you can carry that?"

"I managed to drag you and the bag over here." He said, pulling the scarf over his mouth. He looked around, before pointing the opposite way to the fighting. "Let's go this way."

I finally took the time to look over, seeing my group fighting. There were blood splatters all over, and I could see three orange bars, one slipping into the red. A Brute stepped into my line of vision, but I spotted a figure in a stripey shirt laying in some blood. Karcsi?

"But what about the others? We should help them." I said to the boy beside me, checking for my axe. Warmth filled me as I felt the wooden handle against my palm. Getting to my feet, I pulled it out of its holder.

"Come on." I said, beginning to walk to the fight.

"We can't." Evan replied, tugging the scarf back down below his chin. "You can't fight, you fainted."