Strife of Misfortune(Wattys2016)

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Author's Note: Hey guys so I had severe writers block while writing this. I actually wrote three different versions of this chapter. It's not as descriptive and poetic as it usually is. Without further a-do here's chapter 33!

"Ouch!" Fenrir growled, feeling his skin sizzle and burn. His hands tore into the bed sheets beneath him as he braced himself for the next assault on his nerves. There came the sizzle then burn with a sprinkle of hot bolts of pain. Those sensations tore a scream from his lungs. This went on for what felt like eternity. He woke up feeling this explosive jolt. It was as though somebody lit a match and set all of his nerves on fire. They came alive during those long minutes and made him wish he never woke up.

Egypt was behind him cleaning his back. Bloody lacerations filled her vision and the sounds of his screams rung in her ears. She cringed each time she dabbed his wounds a little too roughly, awaiting the gut wrenching cry she knew would come. Whenever it came it always made her skin crawl. Egypt was never a fan of hearing people scream. It reminded her of events she would rather forget. That's how it all started for her, this crazy life she was leading. It all started with screams...

The minutes soon ticked into hours and Egypt was still cleaning his back. By now the water in the bucket had completely turned red and the foul scent of salt of metal bloomed in the air. She could feel her stomach curdling like spoiled milk at the smell of it. More than once she found herself on the verge of expelling. Her eyes would water and her stomach would jump into her throat in the form of tasteless bile. She gulped it down and resumed her activity. His back was still bleeding even though she gone over it several time. Their anger was still there in those bold red lines. His wounds seemed to gush crimson each time Egypt thought about them.

Her mind referred back to the scene, reviving that chaos that stung in her veins. The girl grunted her teeth, she hated them. What kind of monsters would hurt their own family and not feel an ounce of remorse? They had no hearts. They were the exact opposite of Fenrir's tales. Egypt grimaced. Her heart bled for the boy who was so easily fooled by what used to be and not by what is. She knew he would have to wake up to reality someday but she didn't want it to be like this. He didn't deserve to be flagellated by those dreams. It just came to show just how merciless and vile his family members truly were.

"I'm sorry this happened to you Fenrir..." Egypt whispered. She shattered his dream the moment she went to him. By seeking his help she sealed his fate in stone. It was the worse feeling she could possibly feel at the moment. That guilt that seemed to scorch her like the unforgiving sun. It made it hard to breath and hard to think. It made it hard to completely hate Loki when she was also to blame. "You didn't deserve any of this and yet I let it happen to you."

"Egypt it is not your fault." Fenrir said. His voice was low as a result of his sore throat. The hours of screaming had stripped his throat raw and made it hard to speak. "Neither of us could foresee what would happen." Fenrir didn't want Egypt to blame herself. Her coming to him last night made them one step closer to helping his family and themselves. How could she detest their progress? It was that progress that would help her bring balance to the situation. He wanted her to move past his suffering and see the bigger picture. She couldn't advance as long as she allowed the physical to blind her judgment.

Egypt shook her head. "I should've. "She disagreed. Loki's wickness wasn't a stranger to her so she should have seen it coming. He hated whenever Egypt defied him, she defied him by learning about his plans. But she did it at Fenrir's expense. Egypt should've known that Loki would come after Fenrir too. She entangled him in their messy web and wondered why he was trapped. "Loki is always pulling some type of shit like this! And here I'm thinking: hey maybe he won't do it again. How could I be so naive?" Egypt knew the answer to that question. It was because of Fenrir's persuasion. It spreaded through her mind like a sickness and turned her rationality to goo. For his sake and hers, she won't ever let that happen again.