Bound to Science (A Yogscast Fan Fiction) - World Detonation

Chapter 2 - Near Gone

Duncan

  I stayed idle, practically letting myself hang from the iron gate. That was when I could sense footsteps echoing through the darkness. Sjin was back, and there was either a weak or unconscious person with him: their feet dragged along the cold stone. The mustached man crept ever closer to the cell. I let a glance of utter worry reach my face. Bite your lip. Don’t let him know you are afraid.

  The aggravated expression on my face met the air as Sjin stopped in front of the cell. Glancing down at the mage, I could see the color leaving his skin as I did so. The man carrying him maleficently smirked at me.

  I tried as hard as I could to hold back most of my emotions. However, I still collapsed from my main emotion, grief. My weak, pained body hit the ground with a soft thud. The brunette, much healthier than I, laughed maliciously and opened the cell, practically tossing the mage to the floor beside me.

  Sjin turned rapidly, not saying a word, and strode away. I gave him my most loved death glare until he disappeared into the ever-coming darkness. I bent my kneeling body over towards Rythian. Is he alright? I though, not being able to tell. My left hand lifted the man’s right, and I checked for the pulse I prayed he owned. A soft pumping nudged my fingertips. Bump, bump, bump… Yeah, he was still with me, but for how much longer? There was only one thing to do now, patch up the wounds and hope for the best.

  I stood feebly and removed my lab coat. It pained me to move so much, but I wouldn’t let the mage die, for I knew his apprentice, Zoey Proasheck, would never believe me if I notified her that I was not to blame. I could see her face now: depression mixed with fear and anger. Rythian would not die on my watch—never. Crouching slowly back to his side, I wiped up the blood that had already shed from his right leg and chest. I cringed as I opened the leg gash even further to check for infection. To my misfortune, of course there were loose rocks and dirt the mage probably got being dragged through the corridors of that dank cellar.

  “Sorry, Rythian.” I murmured as I reached into the infected wound and began picking grains of dirt and rocks of various sizes from it. He couldn’t hear me, but maybe he could feel my apologies inside his coma. Once I ended that unfortunate burden, I looked at my own hand. My gloves were coated almost completely in thick, red liquid.

  A gagged choke escaped me as I looked at the massive amount of blood that I thought could have been on my hand. My nose crinkled as I took the gray gloves off and chucked them at the floor. I stood again, looking at the mage’s face as I did. His entire face looked almost peaceful. He didn’t look as aggressive when you couldn’t see the pool of violet in his eyes. It was even comforting. Even still, I worried for him. If I couldn’t save him, I couldn’t hold my head up in that world ever again without feeling guilt: but I promised myself I wouldn’t let that happen.

  I peered down to Rythian’s chest, where my lab coat was currently soaking up his blood. My eyes opened wide, realizing my pure white coat was now caked in the red blood of my enemy. Crouching down, my knee hit the ground hard: I cringed at yet another sin. But that didn’t matter. For one, part of my outfit was slowly getting ruined, and second, a promise I had made myself was being broken. I bit my lip and took the red stained article off of the mage. My arm extended out to the side as I threw my lab coat to the floor—letting it land on top of the gloves. I didn’t care about it anymore. Rythian was dying right before my eyes: and I let myself believe I was to be punished.

  I panicked and reached my ungloved hands into Rythian’s system and started getting dangers out of the way. My mind was sending me flashbacks of the times he had hurt me and I had done the same to him. A tear escaped my eye as I literally touched his heart. Long inhales and exhales follow. The organ pumped against my shaking fingers with a panicked feel. I didn’t know what to feel. The only thing I could think about was the fact that I would never be able to say sorry to him for all the things I had done to him and Zoey. I knew I would have to face talking to the only person in the world who would care he was gone: Zoey. She would probably never want to forgive me, but her respect for everyone wouldn’t allow her to take it out on me.