*under editing* The Power Of Love (NaLu fan fiction)

14.Unconscious and a half dead lucy T^T

Lucy's POV

Mmm... My head hurts. And my arm. My whole body is in so much pain. Where am I? I try to open my eyes, but they refuse. My body rebels against the smallest attempt of action. My back is cold and I'm lying on something hard. Stone maybe? I give a little sniff and would've flinched if my body was obeying me. The stench of bleach and antiseptic was overpowering, even for me, making it impossible to smell anything else.

"I'm telling you I received the signal so I acted!"

"And I'm telling you that you went to soon! She was supposed to have sex with the silent one, making him her mate!"

"I'm her mate!"

"It wouldn't have mattered! He would've been her property, then she could've used him against the rest of the 'team!' You were a last resort!"

"Kyou, Shari~"

"WHAT?"

"She's awake~"

The light on the back of my lids is blotted out and I feel people leaning over me.

"Open your eyes."

Fear washes over me and somewhere in the back of my mind I decide that opening my eyes right now is a very bad idea. So they remain closed.

"Open your eyes." The voice is demanding, chills run down my spine but I refuse, a hand touches my thigh and my body tenses.

"I will touch you." This time it's the male voice. His hands slides up my dress slowly and on instinct my leg lashes out in a feeble 'Lucy Kick.' A large hand catches my ankle and turns around the wrong way.

"Open your eyes." My eyes flash open and are assaulted by a ridiculously bright light. "Good girl."

I blink a few times before my eyes come into focus. Above my head is a boy, with disheveled black hair (or maybe it was blue?) and piercing red eyes. Without moving my head I can see a girl on my left. She has a slight frame and fuchsia hair that falls to her shoulders in tight ringlets. Her eyes are black and she's tensed up like a coiled spring, ready to be let fly at a moments notice. There are two more people at my feet but I can't quite make them out.

"Can you get up?" The boy asks. His voice is quiet, gentle. I push on my arms and slowly raise my upper body off the stone slab. A warm hand on my should helps me sit up properly. There's nothing to lean against but the boy's taking most of my weight. 

My lips curl into a snarl and I surprise myself when a low, course growl rumbled from the back of my throat. It was a noise that promised death.

"You bitch!" I lunge at her throat. We collide and go crashing to the floor, failing and grappling.

"ALICIA! She's injured!" The boy with dark hair

The blonde, Alicia, snarls and bares her teeth. I slap her across the face, lessons with Sting flying out the window. I didn't care if I beat her I just wanted to hurt her.

She's not a very good fighter, I'm overpowering her easily. I growl and she gasps and tries to push me off her. I feel something change inside my mouth and red-hot anger washes over me. And I do something I would've never done if I were in my right mind. I bit her. But that's not what was surprising. What shocked me was that it was effortless. My teeth sank through her flesh like butter and blood spurted everywhere. She screams and tries to pull away, but she can't, not without causing herself more pain.

"You bitch! You mother-fucking whore!" I scream at her through clenched teeth. "What did you do to him?"

Tears race down her cheeks and the others are yelling behind me.