Star-Crossed Myth: The Divine Fate (Book One)

Ichthys, The Mischievious Trickster: Story 10

Everything slowly becomes silent, the only sound I hear is my own heartbeat and my shallow breathing. My hands clench my stomach of where the cold metal punctured the skin, allowing blood to ooze out.

"...Abbey!" Ichthys calls my name.

I stumble back a little, looking down at my bloody hands, the knife dropping to the sidewalk.

"Ich...ugh..." I breathe.

The vision blurs and the lighting dims, as everything becomes disoriented.

"Abbey...Abbey!" Ichthys shouts.

My legs give out, but Ichthys catches me.

Everyone is suddenly speaking slowly and deep, but I hear the panic in their voice.

"That woman's been stabbed!" someone shouts.

"Somebody, call an ambulance!" Someone else demands.

I look to the side, watching the man who stabbed me, wear a horrific expression at the scene before him. He trembles, and falls into his knees. The police grab him roughly, steering him away and back to the police vehicles.

Another police officer comes running up to us. "Everything is going to be okay. An ambulance is on its way!

"Don't touch her!" Ichthys wails, as taking me in his arms.

I look up at him, noticing his complexion is as white as a ghost, the horrified expression in his silver eyes.

"Abbey...why would you—?" He shakes his head. "I'm...healing you now. You're going to be fine." Ichthys, presses his hand to my wound.

I watch, but don't feel anything. My body is completely numb, not sure what is cold or warm, what hurts or not.

I remain silent as I find my voice isn't working. I shake my head, trying to stop Ichthys from using his power. But he still tries.

"Why...?" He whimpers. "What would possess you to try and save me?"

"Ichthys..." I croak, and a pinch of pain sends tears to my eyes.

Ichthys' head snaps up at my little whisper.

I hold his hand that is still pressed to my stomach. "I'm...okay. Please, don't use your powers." I shakily breathe the words.

If he uses his healing power, it'll take time off his life...

I can't let someone else I care about...someone I love do that for me.

That's more painful than a stab wound to the stomach. Literally.

"You're worried about me?" His tone is full of anger. "Now, of all times..."

I shake my head, as I try to steady my breathing. "No...Ichthys...please...don't give up..." I shift, trying to feel his warmth. "I...I don't want...you to go away..."

Ichthys' face twists in agony.

I suddenly realize that a large crowd has gathered around us. Feeling overwhelmed I nuzzle my face into Ichthys.

"Damn it, I can't do anything here!" Ichthys hisses.

"Ich...thys."

He holds me tightly. "I swear. I swear. I swear, I will save you, Abbey."

I'm staring up at Ichthys, his face the only thing in my vision. Every part of me feels like it's made of lead and voice no longer works. Then my consciousness begins to fade.