Gideon got up, laying Night down an putting the crystal next to her head. He began to pace back and forth in front of them.
"Gideon!"
He whipped around, seeing Thoren and David rushing towards him. They stopped ten feet away from Risa's dead body. They both clearly saw the pain Gideon was feeling, and then they saw Nightingale, on the ground covered in blood. "Gideon. She did this, didn't she?" David said accusingly, pointing a finger in Night's direction. His blue eyes flashed in anger. Thoren looked awestruck. they turned to each other, and nodded. In a flash, Thoren was behind Gideon, holding him down, tightly. David was standing over Nightingale, a sword in his hands. "No! It wasn't her! Please Let Me Explain!" Gideon shouted as he struggled in Thoren's grip.
"She's a stranger in this town, Gideon. She is always so dark. She told us herself she was dangerous." Thoren said into his ear. "It was her. Stop pretending it wasn't. Gideon. She played you."
That was exactly the wrong thing to say. The Fighting Dragon new exactly what he was to do. Gideon stopped struggling, and Thoren's grip on him slacked a bit. Quickly, Gideon flipped Thoren over his shoulder, smashing him into the ground so hard that the stone pathway cracked. He ran to David, and twisted the sword out of this hands, pushing his arm behind his back like it was going to pop out of the socket.
"I am the one who now holds Risa's responsibility and power. Nightingale is under MY protection." He whispered into David's ear. "She is Innocent. You will not hurt her." Gideon jabbed him in several pressure points, paralyzing him and knocking him out. He then let David Unceremoniously fall to the ground.
Gideon took a deep breath through his nose, calming himself down. He realized that this would look bad for Nightingale... They had to get out of town, but he'd need David and Thoren's help. "Knocking them both out, might not have been a good idea..."
As the smash of Thoren's impact rocked the floor, Nightingale's dazed eyes fluttered open. In a haze, she sat up, her world spinning around her and the memories fresh in her mind. Soon seeing Gideon, with David and Thoren on the ground near him, she gasped and sat up, her breath coming to her in hesitant quakes.
"G-gideon...?" She asked softly, her lavender eyes still bubbling with tears. She saw the sword that lay near her and gasped, putting her fingers over her mouth. "Oh... Oh no..." she whimpered, realizing just what had happened. It was her fault... All of it was her fault.
As that look of panic crossed her face, Gideon knew exactly what she was thinking. "Nightingale, please look at me." He said, sitting beside her. "Whatever you think, this is not your fault." The ice was gone, It was only Gideon now, and he was worried for Nightingale. Without waiting for her response, he pulled her into his arms. Gideon hid his face in her hair. "There wasn't anything we could have done. This isn't your fault, we tried." He said. For the both of them they had to believe that.
Nightingale nodded and buried her face in his shoulder. 'Th-they're going to th-think its me... won't they." She said, looking to Thoren and David's unconscious bodies. "They already d-do... d-don't they..." She stammered, sniffling and shutting her eyes. "Oh.... Why does he have to ruin everything!" She said, slamming her empowered fist on the ground. It had glowed a deep purple for the moment of movement, and injected that energy into the tile floor, cracking it.
"He always comes around trying to help me and he just ruins everything!" She hissed, hugging Gideon tightly and growling to herself. "Lord, if I could have any father in the world It would not ever be him. Never." She growled, shaking her head and breaking away from Gideon. She wiped her eyes and sighed.
"What do we go now? Run?" She asked, turning around and looking sorrowfully at Risa's corpse. "He killed her..." She whispered to herself, her eyes slowly turning to the blood on her hands. She had no words for the emotions she was feeling... Devastation, maybe?
