My Angel-Yogscast fanfiction

Chapter 34: Annihilation

Martyn's PoV 

Twisted, knotted and locked into place, a sickening ache settles into my stomach. A sharp nip of air wraps its talons around my bare skin, giving me an extra excuse to cuddle close to Mia. Confined by the clouds, the sun only occasionally dares to show its face. Only a small section of light and life prospers upon the horizon, just out of reach. There's an uncomfortable, almost metallic, taste to the air. 

I glance over to Mia, her chest rhythmically rising and falling. She forgotten to take her makeup off last night, so she's left as a, albeit quite cute, panda. Her pyjamas are scruffy and worn,  stains from potions and blood still remain, yet they still seem to fall perfectly. Her necklace rests perfectly on her pillow, concealing her wonderful wings from my vision. I must admit, it pains me to see my sleeping angel  scarred from war. Many of her wounds have yet to heal and new scars have begun to form. I can't help but been a level of responsibility; if it weren't for me, she wound't of had to go through all of this. How disorientating it must be it must be to enter into a whole world you're genetically hardwired to despise. Yet, she shows more strength than any of us. She seems to have a gift for manoeuvring our turbulent traditions, always having a new mask for each situation and person. Even I, knowing the deepest parts of her personality, was intimidated by her display last night. 

"Martyn," Kim's voice calls, crashing my train of thought, "You two need to start getting ready." She smiles,

"Right." I nod, placing a hand on Mia's shoulder, starting to stir her. Her eye lashes flutter open, only displaying a half-awake expression. She gives a goofy grin, her beautiful grey eyes staring up to me. "Mornin' Beautiful." I greet, placing a soft kiss on her lips. 

"Do I have to get up?" She groans through giggles. My fingers tumble through her hair, 

"I'm afraid so, but after today, this will all be over. No more fear, no more fighting, just us." I promise,

"...and Toby." Mia smiles, beginning to pull herself into a sit. Her fingers intertwine in hers, "we'll have to visit everyone though, can't leave Ari alone too long without a little naughty influence!" 

"Well, who knows, maybe you'll start obeying the laws." I tease, beginning to clamber out of bed.  I pull on my uniform, forcing myself to look identical to everyone else on our team...other than Mia. Lewis seems to be a little mad when it comes to symbolism, so Mia is wearing her armour. Mia flops out of bed...literally. 

"Never!" she screams as she falls, the last letters being muffled by the carpet. She fumbles to her feet and catches her outfit just in time. "excuse me." she prompts, twirling her finger so I turn my back to her. 

"Has anyone been through the plan for today with you?" I ask, shouting into the wall,

"Not in as much detail as I would like." She says, "just explain everything."

"Right, so we're signing the treaty on a plot of neutral ground that Sjin's been working on with some clones to set it all up. The whole thing is going to be recorded and broadcast, not that anyone will watch but regardless, that's that.  The terms of the treaty will be read out and then Lewis, Simon, Duncan and I will sign it to represent us and then each member of Hatfilms. You'll be in a separate area along with everyone else. We all shake hands, yadda yadda yadda. We have a big dance and celebrate, build bridges and then, one hangover later, we're done!" I explain, picking up my sword and gun, placing them in my belt. We've signed treaties a thousand times, I've seen all manor of things which means I am prepared for it all. Mia's been protecting me throughout this war, now I need to keep her safe. A soft knock on the door reminds us that it's time to leave. 

I look over to Mia, forced into a state of awe. Even now, the sight of her is striking, breath taking in fact. Her rook black hair flowing perfectly into her armour, with the blue detailing and white strips on the one side, creates an unbelievable image. Even her scar contributes to the aesthetic! It's unsurprising that Lewis wants her dressed in her armour.