Soul thief#JustWriteIt

Bad boy can care

~ Extren ~

I wake up, and a shooting pain rushes into my head. But I know it's not mine, it's Kaits. I cant believe she would beat herself up, just to bring agony onto me. 

I look across, and I see her slumped unconscious. But then I realise, she is still feeling pain. I hate to admit it but I feel bad for her. Sleep is where the pain is meant to go away, she is in so much pain that it still pursues her in slumber. I try to move, but pain rushes straight through my legs. Her pain, yet again. I look down at her legs to find her ankle slightly twisted, swelled, and bruised up. 

I ignore the burning pain and stand up, going over to examine her. I see cracked and dried blood cover over back, and faintly see red marks. But then I move my gaze over the rest of her back, and I turn around just in time to throw up. You can see her spinal cord misplaced, and I know whipping her just severed her case. She may never be able to walk again. I scan the rest of her, and I see blood dripping from her mouth. I see scars covering her hands, and large gazes cover up her cheekbone and chin. I know that some of the damage is all my fault, some, she caused on herself. 

Suddenly I hear a grunt, and then her eyes stare wide open at me. Before I know what's happening, My nose starts dripping with blood.

" GET AWAY FROM ME!!! " she yells, and I step back. 

" I told you, it's a game of cat and mouse, and now, the mouse is going to be in just a bit more pain. " She snarls.

I watch her reach of my belt, but luckily I am faster, and step on it. She claws at my ankles, leaving long marks against my pale skin. I smile, knowing that she is now hurting me, which is far less painful on me and her. But then she stops, and swings her leg, tripping me onto my knees. I hear her stifle a cry, and then I feel her pain as well. I hiss through gritted teeth.

I watch her beat herself unconscious, It doesn't take her as long this time. And somehow I manage to stay awake.

I look for the pain medication, only to find the glass syringe smashed on the ground. 

I decide, against all odds, to go to Jaques and to tell hi to move her. I'm in pain, and if she is not cared for and put under restraints I'm certain she will kill me. And maybe, just maybe, I do somewhat care for her. Not lovingly, but I like her feisty personality. 

Grabbing the keys, I sneak out to speak to 'Soul' not forgetting to lock the door.

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" Jaques? " I start yelling.

" yes?! What do you want! " He snaps back.

He stops yelling and snapping when he see's my bloodied appearance. 

" What happened? She better not be dead, and you better not be to severely injured. "

I explain the entire situation, somewhat worried of what will happen if he disagree's with my proposals.

" I went to give her the pain medication, only to find her still somehow holding onto strength. She started using our connection to cause pain on me, by beating herself. She whipped her back, bashed her head, and then, she started hurting herself and me. " I pointed to my ankle and nose. " I was knocked unconscious for a while, and then I woke up. I looked for the bottle, only to find it smashed. She then tried to hurt me again, which is when she hit my nose and clawed at me. But she then hurt herself again, only I was able to stay conscious because she was so weak that she could be knocked out quickly. " I paused. " But I found something out. She can feel pain in her sleep, which means something severe has happened. And I want to continue to do your bidding, but i'm afraid I cant if she continues to bring me pain. "

" so, what do you suggest I do Extren? " He said calmly. 

I gulp. " I propose we lock her in your hospital, and restrain her. Keep her under pain drugs. She then cant hurt me, and we have her restrained. "

He sighs, and then speaks.

" I agree with your thought, and we will go along with it. I want a good battle, and you don't deserve to be put in so much torture for all your hard work and great deeds. So we shall. Meet me at dawn at her cell. "

With a wave of his hand, I was told to go.

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I go off to my room to lie down. But as I do, I know she is awake. Thank god I locked the door. Then I remember, the glass. The glass! 

Rushing to my desk, I grab a communication device Jaques gave us all when we joined him. He leaves his on all the time, so I start speaking immediately. 

" Glass... " I gasp, somehow out of breath already. " Glass in her cell. She might do something... " I hear him tense up " We need to go, now I think " I say, genuinely worried.

" meet me there, five minutes. " he rasps.

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Sure enough, when we arrive, I see a darkened figure scraping the glass against the wall. Thankfully, she doesn't notice us. Silently, I open up the door, just as she starts cutting into her neck. Blood already gushing down her, I know if nothing is done it will be over. I grab her hands, ripping the glass from her hands. Then I feel it, the adrenaline rushing through her, but also the intense pain of me ripping the glass from her, cutting her hand, the pain of her back, her ankle, and the bleeding cut in her neck. I feel dizzy as well, and I know she will pass out. It's clear she has a concussion and she is loosing to much blood. 

The second I touch her, picking her up, she tries to speak, but blood pours out of her mouth. Then, I watch her eyes slowly shut, and my vision goes blurry. 

" Extren? Extren! " I hear Jaques yell. 

My head spins, and I shout.

" Unconscious. Blood loss. Reinforcements. Can't. Stay. Up. " and I find myself passing out, dropping Kaity as I do.

~ Soul thief pov ~ 

With Extren unconscious and Kaity dying quickly, I grab my comigux ( Communication device ) and immediately call for Etro. 

He arrives quickly, and We instantly rush over. I pick Extren up, putting Kaity on top of him. Thankfully she's light. We carry them to my hospital, and I call for a few nurses to take Extren, and basically yell for doctors to come. We set Kaity down, and are ushered out. The last I see of her is them putting some form of liquid on the gash, and stitches being grabbed out, as well as handcuffs and rope.