S.O.S Scenes

Rage

She was home, but it didn't feel like it. The air was colder, darker, and the scent of blood lingered in the air. What have they become? She turned the corner into the room the council would usually be in. There was only one figure inside: Shafir. She quickly turned back around the corner, hoping he didn't see her. But, her quick movement drew his attention right towards her.

"Who's there?" He calls out. She bit her bottom lip and held her breath. She could not let him see her. She could not deal with the guilt.

"I know you're there. Come out or I'll have someone who shows no mercy come out." He says. She steps out, dropping her hood so he could recognize her. His face softens.

"Adira?" He gasps. His kind reaction threw her off, considering how he acted at their last meeting. She had expected some sort of violent outburst, but she didn't put it past him to explode later. 

"I'm not here to rejoin Shafir." She says sternly. He cockes his head to the side.

"Then why are you here?" He asks. Truthfully, she didn't have a strong reason to be there. But she didn't want to admit that she risked her life just for a chance to talk to him as a brother again. She took a deep breath before she spoke.

"I-I needed to talk to you at least one more time, as friends and not enemies." She tells him. He shakes his head. 

"Don't you think it's a little too late for that?" He growls. His immediately change in tone made her flinch slightly. It was her own fault that her home was colder and darker. She had started this, not Malik (the original Scorpion). 

(Filler conversation that I probably should figure out at some point, probably an agruement about her coming back to the Society)

"I've proven already that you can trust me. I came unarmed, willing to negotiate, and alone." She says. He shakes his head.

"No you didn't. You always keep a dagger in you boot no matter what, you've never been willing to negotiate when your heart and mind is set, and-oh would you look at that..." Shafir signals his brute friends over. They are dragging a mostly limp body by their arms. Adira's eye go wide and she freezes in shock. It couldn't be-she didn't tell anyone where she was going.

"You're parasite of a lover followed you. Your word can't be trusted." Shafir hisses at her as he walks over to Ammon. He got maybe two paces closer to Ammon before Adira snarled. 

"Leave. Him. Alone." She yells through her teeth. 

"You are in no position to be making demands, Adira. I have the upper hand on you, so I suggest you stay quiet." Shafirs says as he gets closer and closer to Ammon. The brutes drop him and he struggles to get up. He felt pathetic, letting two Scorpions beat him like that. His shame forced his head down and away from his love.

"Eris, although purely evil, was extremely intelligent. She always knew exactly how to torture her enemies. Physical torture is how she broke me. But you...you don't care about yourself. You can throw yourself into the fire without a second thought. You're hard to torture because of that. But..." He shoves Ammon on his back and pins him to the ground, "...if you find the right pressure point..." He shoves a dagger to Ammon's neck, cutting the skin just deep enough to hurt, but not deep enough to cause damage. Adira nearly screams in panic, "...you can be persuaded."

"Please, leave him alone." She whimpers. Shafir glances back to her while keeping the blade at Ammon's neck. He had to do this. He couldn't disappoint their father like she did. He couldn't betray his own people. But he still felt a pinch of guilt doing this to her because at one point, she was everything to him. Now, she was nothing.

"Why would I do that? Unless you want to come back..." He says like a snake slowly constricting its prey.

"I can't come back Shafir. I-"

"I know. You're 'on a mission' and 'you can't betray them.' Save it, I don't care anymore." He glances down at Ammon in disgust. How could she have fallen from this worthless mercenary over him? Worthless mercenary. That's all he would ever be. He'd never be one of them. If he truly want to be one of them, he wouldn't have left with Adira. He pretended to want to be one of them just so he could be with her. He never deserved the chance to be one of them. He never deserved the tattoo she gave him

The tattoo. He looked at it with rage and hate. She gave him that tattoo. That tattoo meant more to Ammon and Shafir than she ever knew. Ammon saw it as a symbol of love and courage and trust. Shafir saw it as a symbol of betrayal and broken trust. She betrayed him with a tattoo, and a kiss. He took the knife away from Ammon's throat. This would've made Ammon feel better if he hadn't seen the rage in Shafir's eyes. 

"You don't deserve that tattoo." He growls as he points to Ammon's forearm with the dagger, "You don't deserve her." 

He drives the dagger into Ammon's left forearm, right in the inner elbow. He relished in Ammon's screams and craved more. He twisted the blade inside his arm, enjoying the sound of tendons and ligaments and bones snapping and cracking. But he couldn't get enough. He starting dragging the dagger down the forearm, all the way down to the wrist. He pulled out the dagger and started at Ammon's weak, pathetic face before realizing what he had done. He had killed the one thing Adira still cared about. He got up and ran like a bat out of hell before Adira could catch him.

Adira sprinted to her love with tears quickly building in her eyes. Ammon went into shock as the blood quickly poured from his arm. Adira knew she had to act fast, or she would lose him forever. She straddled him so that if he started thrashing around, she could hold him still. She then started inspecting hi arm to see if she could salvage it. As more and more blood gushed out, her options became more and more limited. She would either have to remove his forearm completely, or let him bleed out.

"Adira, I'm so sorry." He manages to say. 

"Shh, I know." She says as she reaches for her bottle of alcohol. She popped open the bottle and poured it above and on his wound. He let out a blood curdling scream and unconsciously tried throwing Adira off him. She stabilized herself before putting her blood stained hands on his face.

"I'm so sorry Adira. I-I just wanted to make sure you were safe..." He says weakly. 

"Shh, I know. Save your strength and stay alive." She tells him softly. His breathing got more and more labored as his vision grew darker and darker. There were worse ways to die. He could have been alone. His Adira could still be at risk. If he died, at least he knew that the light in his life would be able to make it. 

"Adira, my love, take your time. I'll see-"

"You are not dying! Not if I can help it." She yells. She pulls out her knife and summons as much strength as she could before swinging the blade down into his elbow. He screams, but it doesn't come off. She tries again. After two or three hacks, it finally comes off. The blood continued to pour. The only way to stop it was to cauterize it. She threw a knife into a nearby torch as she tried to calm and comfort Ammon. Once she saw the knife turn white she ran over and grabbed it. She once more straddled him and pressed the blade into his wound. The blood slowed. She quickly wraps bandages around the end of his arm to slow the bleeding further. she also ties a string tightly around his bicep to cut off the circulation. Now all she had to do is get him home alive.

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You probably have noticed by now that everything I'm posting on this, unless I specify otherwise, is a rough draft. Sorry PeskyPiskie for taking so long to write this. I kinda hurt to write so I did it in small increments. I also had to write The Tattoo before this so I could have better fuel for Shafir's rage.