Running To The Gang

Ten

I sat still on the bed as Dr. Jonathan inspected my swollen nose. He sighed before tilting my head up.

"Okay, it's out of linement, so I'm going to have to straighten it. It's going to hurt, are you okay with that?"he asked.

I nodded as I stood up after he told me to, him muttering about not wanting to get kicked.

"Okay,on three, ready? One-" he snapped my nose back into place.

"Oh fuck! What happened to two and three?" I asked as he picked up some bandage fabric, before using some medical tweezers and pushing it into my left nostril.

"They ran away" he said sarcastically
"Now, take these out in about four hours. If the pain becomes too unbearable just take some codeine. To reduce the swelling just apply something cold to it. Now, get out." I opened my mouth to question his attitude, but Holland grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the room.

"What's up his ass?"I grumbled

"Um...Well, lets just say that when Zamon found out that you weren't actually dead, he went and payed Dr. Jonathan a visit."

"Oh god, he didnt?" I asked rhetorically.

Holland continued to pull me through the bland halls of the hospital, and when I asked where we were going, her only response was, you'll see.

After awhile we started to approach the private rooms, stopping at the very end of the corridor, with Holland pushing through the door. I sucked in a breath at the sight in front of me.

Xander was hardly recognizable. He was littered in bruises and bandages, with wires and tubes attached to every part of his body. He was dressed in a hospital gown, with the blanket pulled up to his chest. He looked broken.

I went and sat next to the bed, as Holland did the same on the other side. I was speechless.

I was closest to him out of the 5 boys, because he was so care free and funny, and the fact that he was the one that was in a coma, it just reinforced my need to stop this, and now there was only one way.

"Holland, I promise I'm going to stop this war." I muttered, grabbing onto Xander's motionless hand.

"How? Zamon's made it pretty clear he's not gonna stop."

I looked up at her, after staring at Xander lost in thought, "I'm going to join the Silver Blades. If I can't stop it from my side, I'll stop it from the enemies side."

***
"Becky, you don't have to do this, just come inside and we can figure out another way to stop it." I sat on my bike in the middle of the road, as Holland stood next to her car in the clubhouse car park.

I shook my head and pulled my visor down, "You asked me to come back and stop this war, and I plan too. But right now this is the only way to do it. I'll come see you tomorrow." Holland had been staying at the clubhouse, since her parents didn't want her anywhere near them, as they favored Sebastian over her.

"Please be careful, and don't even think about doing something stupid!." She exclaimed, to which I ignored, taking off and leaving her there.

When I reached the gym, I noted that all the lights were off, and the doors were closed. I looked up at the big imposing building behind it, which was a lot bigger then Zamon's clubhouse.

I noticed an alleyway next to the gym, and rolled my bike through it until I reached the mouth of it, which ended at a car park adjacent to the clubhouse. I left my bike next to the wooden fence, heading towards the big glass doors. Peering through, the only light visible was off to the very side of the room. I pulled slightly at the handle, grinning as it opened with little resistance.

I crept alone the wall, stilling as I heard the door click back into place. I turned back around and gave it a reprimanding look, as if it wasn't an inanimate object. But when I went to continue I ran into a wall, which felt suspiciously...muscley?

My eyes widened in shock, and I automatically took a step back as a deep chuckle reverberated through the silent room.

"Well, I haven't seen you in a while, actually, not since you knocked me out!" Hunter's achingly familiar voice sneered.

My fist hit his hard chest as I growled,"Dude, don't just scare me like that!"

He rubbed his chest, and I could faintly make out his glaring blue eyes.

"Rebecca, what are you doing here? If anyone finds out, you'll be killed. Actually no, you'll be tortured, then used to bait Zamon. And despite the fact that I really don't like that guy, I wouldn't appreciate you being hurt because of him."

"Aww, is someone going soft?" I smirked at him before continuing,
"But seriously, I'm here to see your amazing father."

"No."

"Hunter, I'm serious."

"Well, if you insist, then the answer is...still no."

"Come on Hunter!"

"Why do you wanna see him?"

"Because I wanna join the Silver Blades."

He stared down at me, shocked. We stayed like that for at least a solid minute, and right as he was about to say something, someone else spoke from behind me.

"That is fine with me." The voice was deep, laced with malice, hard as stone.

I whirled around to see Hunter's father Matthew standing there, looking composed and sporting a hardcore resting bitch face. I was almost jealous of it. Almost.

He turned and started walking away without another word, with Hunter walking passed me to follow, which I begrudgingly did as well.

The place was all together at least 2 times as big as Zamon's, which made me realize why he hated the man so much. By the looks of it, this guy was loaded!.

As we got closer to wherever our destination was, a feeling of regret nestled into my stomach. Was I doing the right thing?

Ah well, it's too late to turn back now, I thought as I followed like an obedient dog.