We returned to the castle, it was dark out, Zoey and Rythian were talking and laughing. I smiled to myself, they make a cute couple, even if they don't admit that they are, it's so obvious. We walked in and dispersed to our rooms, I sat down on my bed, I glared down at the small white box, I knew I had to open it, and I knew I had to drink one bottle. Giving up the inevitable I grabbed the box and opened it up, a bottle was inside, like usual, I pulled it and another one materialized in its place. One thing was different, the color of the liquid was not lime green, it was an ashy grey color. I noticed that written in a silver marker was, 'change in medicine, that last night went horribly wrong.' It was dad's scribbly hand writing. "Well...the worst that happens is it kills me...not that bad." I whispered with a shrug, cracking open the bottle. I smelled the liquid inside, it had a putrid smell, like rotting meat mixed with 3 week old trash left in a hot car, it was gross. I gagged at the smell, my face twisted up, I quickly took a gulped, gagging as it went down my throat. As it hit my stomach, it felt like needles were being poked all over my body, I yelped slightly as it felt like a needle was repeatedly poking me in the arm, I tried to block out the pain as I winced. I drank the rest of it quickly, the only symptom I seem to have was a needle feeling. I lay in my bed feeling each jab. I fell into a restless sleep, when I woke up it was the middle of the night, my bed sheets were white, but they seemed speckled with little grey dots, I thought maybe I was imagining them in the dark, my sheets were all white...they never had spots. I flicked on the lamp and sure enough, the sheet was covered in grey dots, I threw it off of me. I looked down at my body, mostly covered by my pajamas, but what was showing was covered in small puncture wounds, right where I had felt the needles. Then it dawned on me, those grey spots were blood, my blood. I was starting to feel sick, my head was getting dizzy, my arms felt heavy, my legs wouldn't move. Oh god, how am I going to stop the bleeding? How long have I been bleeding? I wondered to myself. There didn't seem to be any pain anymore, just blood, grey wither blood. I moved my legs, swung them out of the blood stained bed, and walked myself to the door. I walked down the hall, the blood didn't seem to be dripping, it was just there, my pajamas had grey spots on them, my body was covered in small punctured dots, I was a mess. I knocked quietly on Rythian and Zoey's door, I heard someone get up, thankfully it was Rythian who opened the door. He looked me over, noticing the dots all over me, he closed the door and grabbed my hand, walking me to my room. "What happened" he whispered once we were back in my room. "It was a new medicine, dad left a note on it saying that the first medicine had stopped working. This is what it does to me...when I drank it it felt like needles were puncturing me, when I woke up just now everything was covered with the grey spots of my blood." I said. Rythian just stood there, he wasn't sure what to do. "It doesn't hurt, there is just some blood." I reassured him. "What about tomorrow? How will you explain the sudden appearance of millions of small cuts?" He asked. "Shit...I didn't think of that!" I exclaimed. What was I going to do? "I can't think of anyway we could tell Zoey unless we flat out tell her, but I really don't want to worry her with that unless we have to." I said. "We might have to, as much as it pains me." Rythian said. We sat in silence thinking for a moment, coming up with nothing. "Alright, lets try to stop the bleeding at least." Rythian said, he grabbed a rag and started to blot off the blood. I grabbed another rag and together we stopped the bleeding, "good, at least now I'm not leaving trails of grey blood everywhere, because that would really set someone asking" I laughed, Rythian didn't look like he could joke at that moment, he was thinking so hard, you could see it in his face. "Why don't we get some sleep, we can figure this out in the morning ok?" I said, "I guess..." Rythian said walking to the door. "Goodnight Kira" he said. "goodnight Rythian" I answered, I climbed back into bed, shut off the lamp, and settled
down with new sheets and new pajamas. When I woke the cuts were gone, "what?" I mumbled to myself, they were really gone, the sheets on the floor were still stained but my body looked untouched. There was a knock at the door, "come in" I said, Rythian opened the door and upon seeing me completely unharmed again he hugged me. I was just surprised that he did that, he wasn't usually the kind of person to display affection. "It's gone!" He said, I nodded, "yup no puncture wounds to worry about, they seem to go away over night, I just get blood all over the place and then it all disappears." Rythian looked relieved, "we don't have to tell Zoey now" "nope, she never has to know..." I said as we walked downstairs to see what she had made for breakfast.
Authors notes-
So Kira has a new medicine! This should get interesting! Sorry Kira did curse once in this chapter, I've been doing my best to limit the cursing to very very very few! If you have any ideas you think I should do/add I would love to hear them! Tell me what you think so far! ~Brisingr
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Kira (a yogscast fanficton)
Fiksi PenggemarRidgedog has a 15 year old daughter named Kira, and she is roaming the minecraftian yogsville for the first time. What will people think of her? He father is an evil god, what does that make her? A yogscast fanficton