The Coder

Chapter 27: I Want To Go Home

Yeeeeee! Boom, bet you didn't expect another one of these!!! HA! Well here you go babies! MWah! <3 -Sparkle

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Chris' POV:

   I sit here cradling Miles in my arms as sparks fly across the room. Waylon was out of control. His anger had built until the electricity was bursting from his body like an exploding light bulb and his screams filled the room. It wasn't going to help, no matter how angry you are. Just stop it!

   I let the tears stream down my face as I cradle my little pig in my arms. He was beaten pretty badly, but he was alive. That's what matters. We had to stitch him up pretty quickly and reset his leg. My love, how are you still alive? After that thing, the Walrider, entered your body... I thought you were dead and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

   "Please wake up Miles, I need you to be okay."

Miles' POV: (Sorry to switch :P)

   I could feel the coldness in my body twitching and trembling under my skin, and as much as I hate to admit it... it didn't bother me. I could barely move and I couldn't open my eyes. Was I still asleep? I wouldn't be surprised after what happened before.

   I want to sleep just a little longer, please.

   "Please wake up Miles, I need you to be okay."

   Chris? Maybe I should wake up. I shouldn't worry him any longer like this. I need to show him I'm alright.

   I slowly open my eyes and almost panic when I see Chris' face. Everything was in black in white, except the edges were slightly blurry. What the fuck!? Chris' head was buried in the nape of my neck and his arms were wrapped tightly around me as he cried for me to wake up. Why the fuck haven't I said anything yet? Say something you ass!

   I open my chapped lips and call out in a hoarse voice. "C-Chris?" I could feel him jolt and tighten his arms around me until they were hurting slightly. "Honey, P-Please. Don't Cry." I could barely get the words out of my mouth. Damn my throat hurts so much.

   His head slowly lifted from my neck and I soon I got full view of his face. His eyes were a puffy red and his face splotchy from crying. His chest was heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

   "M-Miles. Don't you every do that to me again, you hear?" I was a little taken aback by his words but soon forgot it as he pulls me into a kiss.

   Right, this is why I've been fighting so hard. I couldn't stop fighting for him. I leaned into him but soon jolted back in pain. Every time I moved it was like a red-hot searing pain shot through my entire body. Fuck, that's right, broken leg and a hole in my stomach. Let alone whatever else that fucking dick did to me.

   Holy shit how could I forget!? That fucking Walrider was in me! Oh my god, what am I going to do?

   "M-Miles, your eyes! They're black, like really black! And your iris is white! T-This is going to be a problem!" Chris' voice yelled out for Eddie and Waylon as his breathing became ragged. What!? Wait, was that what is wrong with my eyes? Well fuck me sideways. Maybe that Walrider did more than give me and extra voice to listen to.

   Okay, okay, calm down Miles. This isn't going to be a problem. We just need to get out of, here right? Maybe that will help, might make the Walrider's powers fade.

   "No, that will not help. I'm sorry. I wasn't sure how your sight would react."

   God dammit! Now he's talking to me when I'm awake to!? And he can hear my thoughts!?

   "Well, I am a part of you now."

   Oh shut up!

   "Miles, you're awake!" I could feel Waylon's tiny hands brush the hair out of my face and soon his face came into view. Was he using electricity again? His hands are almost scalding.

   I heard the both of them gasp as they saw my eyes. Their worried faces were barely in view as I didn't want to turn my aching body.

   "Is... Is it bothering your eyes? Can you still see?" Eddie's smooth voice spoke out in the silence. Shit, now they're all worried. It wasn't a big deal, but like hell I'm going to convince them of that.

   "Yeah, I can still see. It's just a bit wonky. Let's just get out of here... I want to go home." I could feel my voice shaking at the end and my hands tightening around Chris' arms. I just want to go home. I don't know if I can handle any more violence and gore. I just want to go to bed without worrying about dying!

   I could feel my eyes beginning to sting so I tried to get my mind off that. "You think you could carry me? We'll starve here before my legs heals."

   They all exchanged glances and slowly nodded their heads. I'm going to be fine. We'll all be fine, right? Chris' shuffles and slowly pulls me off the floor. I hiss in pain as the pain shoots through my entire body. When the hell did they stitch me up? I wasn't out for that long was I?

   "Okay, but if it starts to hurt too much then I need you to tell me, okay hun?" It sounded less of a question and more of a demand than anything, but I wasn't going to be stubborn. I know Chris is just trying to take care of me.

   "Of course, Chris." I stop for a moment and think. I know I say it pretty often, but I think he really needs to hear it right now. "Chris, I uh, I love you. Let's try and get out of here, okay?" I could see his figure already beginning to lose the tension it had before.

   "I love you too, my little pig. I'm so glad you're okay." I could hear Waylon and Eddie's snickers from behind us and I shoot them a glare. What!? They do it all the time, I can be sappy to!

   "Alright, everyone ready?" Eddie's voice boomed through the eerily quiet room as he stepped around us. "I'll lead the way in case something happens. Just be prepared, to protect Miles, okay?"

   And off we went. We started down the halls once again to try and find the entrance that we've dreamed of finding for so long. We're looking for our freedom, and we all just want to go home. Some place to be safe, and just be with each other without having to worry.