Humans Alone (G/T)

Chapter Ten

There was utter silence between the two beings, neither of them saying a word as the sounds of nature floated around them. Birds singing, a soft breeze rustling leaves, the sound of the horses' hooves hitting the ground with each step. But then a very sharp sound echoed around them. A gunshot.

The horse Michael rode reared up, frantically whinnying, the sudden loud noise startling it. The human did his best to hold onto the reigns of the horse, but with one injured arm he could hardly support himself. "Wh-Whoa, easy girl!" He near shouted as his hands slipped off the leather rope and he fell into the grass with a loud 'thud'. 

Heath had been so focused on trying to find out where the shot came from, he didn't notice Michael falling before it was too late and the human lay groaning in pain on the ground with a nervous horse clomping around him. The Masonin hurried to the human, using a large hand to grab onto the horse's reigns, still holding the others too. Carefully he pulled the beasts away so they wouldn't accidentally stomp him. Despite them being almost the same size, the animals were strong and their hooves were dangerous. 

Heath was now able to look at Michael, and to his relief, the human was sitting up and only rubbing his injured leg. He didn't look too in pain. "You uh...seem to fall off of stuff a lot." Kneeling down, he once again offered him a hand to help him up when another shot rang out and Heath suddenly shoved Michael to the ground, his large body pressed against the humans, shielding him from any danger. It was clear what the gunman was aiming for. Michael. 

Just as a shot rang out, Michael had felt something whirl past his head and strike the nearest tree. Before he could even look, he was tackled to the ground with the large Masonin pressing his body on him. He was very close. Close enough that Michael could smell the scent of pine on his shirt. Close enough that he could feel Heath's warm breath on his face when he started to speak.

"Stay still." He ordered the human, taking a chance to look around the area. A female Masonin emerged from the nearby thicket of trees, holding a shotgun that was similar to what Earth's was, only it could hold more bullets and fire faster. 

"Hand the human over!" She ordered, her platinum blonde hair pulled up into a ponytail. "Now!"

"I can't do that," Heath responded simply and rose to his feet, standing in front of Michael to avoid the other male getting hurt again. "What makes you think I would anyway?"

Michal peered around the Masonin's legs, seeing the blonde female pull a shiny round medallion from her pocket. It was silver, with what looked to be a winged horse carved into it. He saw Heath's whole body visibly tense.

"You're a Pegasus," Heath mumbled with wide eyes, reaching a hand behind his back and grabbing a knife he had tucked under his shirt. "I thought that was just a rumor. So the burnt human bodies we saw last night were because of your clan."

"Humans don't need to exist anymore. And because we're the only law around her, I can easily have you arrested if you do not give him to me. So shove him over and you can be on your way." Her dark hazel eyes narrowed firmly, and the shotgun again was raised in front of her eyes. 

"Humans aren't all dangerous as I've learned. Take a moment to just list-" Heath had begun to raise his hands in defense, but a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. Slowly, he looked down and could see blood beginning to soak his shirt. 

Raising a hand to his wound, Heath turned and carelessly lifted Michael into his free arm. He ran into the nearby trees, dipping between them and hurrying behind the different trunks to avoid him or the human getting shot again. Another gunshot rang out but a different voice was shouting now. "D-Donnie?"

"Dad!" Donnie could be seen running through the trees, panting and holding a purple colored pistol in his hand. "There's a group of trees to the right where we can hide. I-I snagged bandages from the horses even though they were pretty spooked. I'll go back for them soon." 

"Donnie, what a-are you doing here?" Heath spoke, his face showing he is clearly in excruciating pain. 

Michael looked back and forth between the two Masonin's towering over him, and he shifted in Heath's arm until he landed on the ground. It took all his might to stay on his two feet, his leg trying to tell him he needed to get off of it. "G-Give me the bandages." He said, just taking the roll from Donnie's hands despite the angry glare the 'decade and seven year old' gave him. "Lie on your back and I'll take care of the wound." He ordered Heath, ignoring the questioning look he received from the tall man. 

Heath was going to speak but he groaned and he gripped the wound harder, which only made the pain worse. He could see black spots beginning to cloud his vision, and he fell to his knees on the ground. It wasn't but a few seconds after that when his vision went completely black and Heath didn't even feel it when he landed on his back. 

"Son of a Nutcracker, Donnie, go see if you can get some water!" Michael looked at the teen with a deep frown while he began to use his knife to cut off Heath's bloody shirt that was sticking to the Masonin's skin and wound. 

"I'm not letting a human help him." Donnie spat with pure venom in his voice. 

"Donnie, if you don't let me take care of this your father might die! Do you want that?! Go get me water!" Michael raised his voice considerably, narrowing his blue eyes at the green-eyed Masonin. 

Donnie clearly looked hesitant, but with piercing cat-like eyes he turned and ran through the trees; leaving Michael and Heath there.

With a heavy sigh, Michael returned to his work on taking care of Heath's wound. "Good. Now, just hold on a little longer Heath."