My Angel-Yogscast fanfiction

Chapter 8: Astonishment

Astonishment:
A feeling of great surprise and shock either
positively or negatively.

Carys/ Mia's PoV

Finally, Martyn has fully regained consciousness. Since the incident, I haven't left his bedside despite suggestion from Simon and Araquiel. Martyn constantly expresses his gratitude towards me for staying with him, I only ever return a half smile and possibly a second of eye contact. He's regained almost all of his strength yet I forbid him to leave his bed. He continues to smile at me, even when I don't return the luxury. I brush his forehead with a dampened towel, leaving little glistening water drops like dew on a frosty morning.

"You know, you really don't have to baby me this much. I feel a lot better now; you've done your job." Martyn offers, taking my wrist softly. His light grip and tender gaze makes me doubt that he could ever have killed someone. He simply doesn't seem like a murderer. Every feature, trait and attribute he holds is the binary opposite to the stories I've been told. Can murder act as a mask for those wishing to hide their golden hearts?

"It certainly is not. I shall write to Toby to inform him that we shan't be returning home for a week or two. In no possible circumstance would I allow you to travel until there is a safer method of doing so." I declare.  While the odds of developing a safe method of transport in the span of a few weeks is impossible, the excuse will serve its purpose to give me a reason to stay here. "Now, it's time for your mushroom stew." I lift the spoon of the steaming broth up to his mouth. Martyn rolls his eyes at my gesture,

"I think this may be a little bit over the top." He moans, "It's not..." before he finishes his sentence, I force the spoon into his mouth. Martyn's expression changes to become more mischievous.

"You shouldn't agitate your arm quite yet. However, you must eat, so open wide." I instruct, placing another spoonful into his mouth. The process continues until suddenly, Martyn sprays the soup in my face. I let out a slight scream and attempt to block the liquid attack with my arms. The cheeky sapling king is thrown into hysterics by his antics. I swat him with the towel as a small act of revenge. Demonstrating his reflexes, he grabs and snatches the towel off of me. "Hey!" I shout. Martyn clutches the towel tightly, removing any chance of retrieval,
"Come here, let me clean you up." He offers. I lean closer to him as he begins slowly dabbing with the cloth. The cold kiss of the water sends a shiver down my spine,
"Thank you." I mumble, "but if you ever do that again I will kill you." I laugh.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Martyn smiles, withdrawing his hand from my clean face. Just for a moment, we sit there, smiling. An unfamiliar warmth cradles me and lifts my heart into the heavens. I feel a slight tickle in my cheeks, like the kiss of a fairy. I notice a slight pressure on my hand, a soft, comfortable one. I glace down and snap my hand back towards my body, withdrawing it from Martyn's.

"I should...I'm afraid I must go. Duncan is setting up a magic force field, obviously, we can't have that." My smile fades as I rise to my feet,

"Well, you seem quite passionate about it." Martyn chuckles, I recall my previous reasoning for my outburst,

"I must be; I could come from a magical back ground for all we know. What if I have magical heritage? That machine would kill me instantly and there's no guarantee that I'd respawn." I explain. Martyn's face drops and his eyes widen greater than the world's largest crevasse. Within an instant, he is out of his bed and storming towards the elevator. I jump up after to pursue him. Unable to use any more magic for the time being, so, I have little power or control over the situation. I reach the elevator a fraction of a second later than Martyn, only to have the door slam shut in my face. I smash my fists on the doors. "Martyn! What are you doing?" I shout. Eventually, the doors reopen and bring me back down to the ground floor. I follow Martyn out of the door,

"Mia, stay out of this." Martyn growls. My heart races as I watch him pull out and load a silver hand gun.

"Martyn stop!" I scream. I run towards him. Duncan turns to us, momentarily stopping his tinkering. He too, reveals a weapon. All of the oxygen in my body evacuates my existence. I rush towards Martyn, regaining the small distance between us. I grab my necklace about to yank it off when Martyn fires to bullet. I scream and tackle him to the floor, defending him with my own body from any further attacks. The sound of sparks draws my gaze to Duncan. His force field is completely destroyed. The bullet ending this conflict.

I stare at Martyn , the red rage simmering away. I lean off of him, gaining a few meters and snatching the gun in the process. Duncan fills the silence with moans and complains about his property. My lungs rapidly fill and empty themselves of oxygen yet it feels like I am having none of the benefits of oxygen at all. I scurry back from Martyn. The fire in his eyes begins to extinguish. The true rage of the former Survival Games champion has been revealed. Martyn looks over to me, I avoid his gaze by dropping my head.

"Mia, it's okay." He says in a soft voice, approaching slowly, "I've destroyed it. You're safe now."

"I...I don't like guns. I never thought you would...I thought you were going to kill Duncan." I admit, for once, telling the whole truth. Shock and surprise can not begin to describe my response to this sudden shift from Martyn. He became, momentarily, something terrifying and dangerous... something against all I knew him to be.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to protect you." he defends, "I wont do anything like that again, I promise." Martyn attempts to give me a reassuring embrace but i flinch away. I focus on stabling my breathing and try to work out how to regain control. I make myself stand, despite my body shaking as if it were in an ice biome. I stumble towards Duncan, raising my head high. His anger is still blatant but this does not phase me; I would expect no less from him.

"I warned you that your plans would damage your relations with Martyn and I. Clearly, Martyn found your decision to enable such a weapon without consulting him was outrageous. I would suggest that you cease your preparations for the foreseeable future. You are fortunate that you're alive. Martyn was merciful, I may not be." I warn, turning around on my heals and waltzing back into the main base. Araquiel rushes in, panic registering on her face from the previous gun shot. Lewis was inside and thus Araquiel didn't see the events unfold. Upon seeing me, she calms herself down. Her eyes scan for any blood or evidence of some sort of conflict.

"You, madame, must attract misfortune." She rolls her eyes as she runs her hands over her scalp. She glances out of the window to see Duncan and Martyn arguing,

"Duncan's been trying to set up a magic force field. Once it's activated, it would kill both of us. I told Martyn about it and then...I suppose I saw a different side to him. He came down, pulled out a gun and shot the device." I explain, glancing back to the two. Although Martyn has returned to the manor that I am familiar with, his angry cannot be removed from my memory. Perhaps the warnings placed around this man were not so far fetched after all. I shouldn't be surprised : I learnt of the sudden shifts in human behaviour many years ago. Yet, I can't help but be taken aback by seeing it in action in such a peaceful person.

"You saw him with a gun and didn't stop him?" Araquiel gasps, interrupting my thoughts

"Of course I did. I was about to get rid of my necklace and use my powers just as he fired the bullet! Then I tackled him to the floor!" I protest,

"It shouldn't have gotten that far!" Araquiel barks,

"I tried to stop him. I tried talking to Martyn and to Duncan but they wouldn't listen. Martyn was so focused on destroying the device that he wouldn't listen to reason." I defend, pushing Araquiel back a few steps. "You told me not to use my magic without your supervision."

"I meant casually, not when someone could die!" She screams. She turns from me and sighs, "Just...be careful. Think about the consequences of your actions and maybe how they effect other people." She warns. Araquiel leaves the room without another word. The swiftness of the previous events has left us all scrambling to reorganise our thoughts. As much as I hate to admit it, Araquie is right; I didn't react as I should have done. If I'm to keep Martyn safe, I need to react to others rater than hoping I have set things up to go my way. Although, I have now seen the first piece of evidence that backs up Martyn's past.