Miss Peregrine's Peculiars

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Miss Peregrine's POV

The wight brings the knife to my throat. I hear a faint rustling behind us. I stay still as possible.

"Give her to me or I promise, I will make an end of you,"

It's Enoch. He's got my crossbow nestled in his arms. He raises it after 10 seconds as the wight presses the blade harder and harder into my skin.

All in a second, the wight pulls the knife from my throat and drove it into my shoulder all the way to the hilt. Immediately I collapse but Enoch catches me and carries me to the house to Emma and Horace.

"Don't let anyone else into the room, and for bird's sake help her," He tells them, laying me gently on the sofa. I breath heavily and he tears out the front door. I weakly call after him from the living room.

"Okay, Miss P. I'm...uh...I'm going to take the blade out. This might hurt a bit, sorry," Emma says.

Horace holds a linen cloth underneath Emma's hand as Emma gets a grip on the handle. My back arches in pain as she slowly pulls it out. After it's gone Horace presses the cloth gently to the wound. It's painful but all I can think about is getting rid of that wight and getting everyone to safety.

"Emma, take the children to the basement and do help me to get up, please," I rasp.

"No, you're staying here," She dismisses "I'll take them down, but what about Enoch?"

"You'll have to them me go get him. I will not allow you to go out there in the presence of a wight," I state firmly.

She shakes her head and leaves. She returns just 4.67 minutes later with a knife in hand.

"No, Emma. Don't! You'll get yourself injured, " I say, trying to get up. I let out a scream of pain and fall back down onto the sofa, which is now covered in bright red.

She kisses my forehead and leaves. I scream after, no one hears.

Enoch's POV

I chase wildly after the wight for 15 mins before I have to stop or else I would fall unconscious for lack of oxegen. Then were would we be?

I slump against the wall of a building, breathing profusely, keeping the wight in my sight. Then a miracle comes around the corner. Emma.

"He's right there, he's circling back to the house. Quick! Come on!" I cry, running back uphill. Emma takes a shortcut and does a kind but horrifying thing. She cuts the wight off and burns her palms into his chest and face.

He screams murder and turns around and runs back, hands clutching his wounds. Then I cut him off but he draws his knife and drags it across my chest, leaving a foot-long, shallow gash. I scream.

Emma's POV
I tackle him from behind and burn him again, but this time, to death. I rush to Enoch, who lies whimpering in the leaves. I shake, frantically.

I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to leave you here for just a moment, I'll get Bronwyn. Please don't let go," I say, tears falling.

"Okay," He whispers, I press a kiss to his lips and sprint away.

I go fast as I can. As I arrive, I see Miss P sobbing. I yell for Bronwyn. She comes out in a whirlwind, I grab her hand and run.

Enoch is where I left him, thank bird. Bronwyn sees and takes off the sweater and presses it to his chest. She picks him up and we go back to the house.

Bronwyn's POV

"Alright I'm going to lie you here on the other sofa, okay?"

He groans as I let him down, ever so gently. I keep the pressure on his broad chest.

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1 week later.

Miss P is up and moving but her arm is in a sling. Enoch is mainly in bed. He occasionally is helped out. He should be well soon.

Claire and Olive were mortified by what happened to their mother and brother, they cry constantly, I always comfort them.

"Wyn, are Miss P and Enoch gonna be okay?" Olive asks.

"They will be full steam ahead very, very soon. I promise," I say, kissing her head.

"Thanks Wyn!" She says, hugging me tightly.

A/n Oh. My. Bird! 700 words! I hope this was good. Does anyone want me to do some ships or something? I'm really happy to take requests! I absolutely love you all! Thanks for sticking with this story!

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