World In Turmoil

chapter 9~

Chapter 9~

Previously~
"1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10..." he spoke softly and she began to repeat the numbers back towards him.

She started to relax as she counted. Her breath came back to her and her vision cleared.

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Fantasy regained her composure, her eyes closed for a few fleeting moments to keep her heart at a normal pace.

"thank you Maxon." She thanked him bowing her head slightly.

" It's fine, it's not like I would just leave you to pass out. Now you owe me a favor." he mumbled the last part to himself.

"Can we see if she's OK now? Please!" She practically begged him.

He studied her facial features for a few moments before nodding. He assumed that the carrot top would have dealt with the night shard.

So he climbed up the rusted ladders so he could open the hatch. Fantasy waited for him to open it, she had a bad feeling about her friend. He opened the hatch slowly is eyes peaking over.

It was dead silent enough to send a second shiver down his spin. His hands trembled as he pushed it fully open, he heard the grass make a thud sound as it hit the other side.

He looked around, all he could see were grass and trees. No Winter, no night shard. It terrified him. Maxon could hear Fantasy tapping restlessly on the walls below him. His eyes scanned for the red headed girl but his attempt came to nothing. Until he spotted something odd in the grass mostly hidden behind a large trunk.

He climbed fully out of the vault and waited for the girl to climb out.

"Can you see her?" She asked her eyes scanning their surroundings quickly

" I think she's over there." he pointed to the tree.

She nodded, Fantasy started to walk over. Once she got to the tree she could see Winter lying on the ground out cold. She was lying in a pool of her own blood. Her arm was bleeding badly and her nose was bleeding.

" Winter get up,  come on please?!" She begged as she searched for a pulse. She found it, though she was worried for the girl. It was very faint to the point she had nearly missed it. Her breath came out in heavy puffs her skin was extra pale.

She looked over a Maxon for guidance. He walked over to see why she seemed so worried for the girl. He was a little taken aback by her condition.

" we should get her into the vault, there's a medical room somewhere." He said as he slowly picked up the girl carefully.

She let a groan as Maxon carried her. Fantasy walked beside him, looking at Winter.

"Will she be ok?" The girl asked worriedly.

"Yeah, her wound is the worst part but the reason why she's looking sickly is the amount of magic she used. Magic is connected with both your energy and life force. Each take a while to regenerate. She'll be out for quite awhile." He replied explaining her condition to Fantasy.
She nodded as he stood over the hatch.

" climb down and I'll pass her to you, I won't be able to carry her down and I would end up dropping her if I jumped down." He stated the obvious.

She rolled her eyes and climbed down. She motioned him to pass the girl down. He did.

^time skip because I am stumped^

They had placed her in a room that had a sign saying 'infirmary'. They patched her up quickly and took a seat waiting for her to awake.

"What the hell have I been dragged into!" She groaned placing her head in her hands.

He gave her a sad smile and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He rubbed his hands against his face roughly. He was tired not just drained of energy, he was also tired of this same violent cycle.

" You should ask your friend, once the idiot wakes up of course. After she does both of you are leaving." He growled sternly.

She turned to him with a frown on her face. She studied him for a few moments before getting to her feet.

"Look, she's the fighter i'm the thinker, that doesn't mean I can't give you an early grave. We are not leaving do you understand?" She threatened glaring at him with her violet coloured eyes.

He rolled his eyes and stood up. He was quite a bit taller than her, she hated the height difference. He smirked down at her, she was shaking slightly.

" Stop acting tough, you're just a little girl trying to act like a big girl. So stop and stand down. I wouldn't want to hit you." He looked down on her.

She growled trying to stand her ground with the male. She was honestly terrified violence had never been her thing. She avoided it like the plague.

" You think your tough stuff just because you're taller than me. Well news flash, just cause you're tall doesn't mean you automatically win against a small person!" She roared at him.

He started to laugh at her, she felt herself ready to explode.

"Sorry Frayja I'm not a lassy basher." he replied smugly.

She stared at him, that was the very last straw for her. He had no tight to call her by that stupid name her so called mother have her. She kicked his crotch area as hard as she possibly could. He let out a inhuman screech and fell down crying out in pain.

"What the fuck!" he spat up at her.

"All I said was I'm not a lassy basher! What the fuck was that for?!" he screamed as he struggled to stand.

He gave up and continued to cradle his crotch in pain.

" You fucking basterd! That's sexist! I'll show you real pain!" yelled a voice from one of the beds.

Fantasy turned to see a fuming Winter siting up, clutching her injured arm in rage. Maxon's face twisted into an expression of horror.

"You prick! That's the most sexist thing I've heard all week and I lived at an orphanage filled with edgy teen boys!" She roared as she slowly stood up ready to attack the poor boy.

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