Y/N got into her fighting stance, holding her knife up in defense but to her shock the white menace completely avoided her. She turned around to see that it was going for Tim. Out of her protective reflex she stabbed her combat knife into it's ankle and pulled it back just in time as it swung its claws at Tim, only managing to give him a gash on his chest. Tim swung his knife at the Rake's face, slicing it across its eyes. The h/c then felt a small switch flick in the back of her head as she felt a ton of adrenaline run through her veins. She grabbed both of its ankles and brought it over her shoulder, slamming it into the ground as a huge crunch can be heard. She panted as she felt her vision blur, stumbling back a bit. Tim caught her from stumbling back anymore.
"C-Careful." He winced as she fell back into the wound on his chest.
The white menace got back up, seemingly unfazed as both Y/n and Tim sighed. The Rake got into another pouncing position and pounced at the both of them. Tim pulled the h/c down to the ground, as the Rake jumped out from the window behind them. Y/n sighed in relief as she looked back at Tim to see that he was looking a bit pale and shaky. She quickly turned around and brought him over to her bed, quickly pushing off all the strung out weapons all over her bed. She cut her hand in the process but ignored the pain for Tim's stake. She laid Tim down on the bed as he looked at her.
"I-I'll be fine.." He slurred slightly. She shushed him and pulled out the first aid kit from under her bed and set it on the bed next to him, opening is with a small click. She quickly grabbed her combat knife and just cut the torso of his shirt open fully, pushing off his coat as well. She then tossed the combat knife to the floor and grabbed the triple antibiotic, bandages, and a needle and thread from the first aid kit, applying the ointment to his wound. Y/n then grabbed the needle and thread, sewing up the gash on his chest to stop it from majorly bleeding. She sighed as she bandaged his chest while he laid there, unconscious. She frowned slightly and looked at her bloody hands then at Tim.
"I'm sorry, Tim." She whispered to him but mostly to herself. She sighed and put a blanket over him, letting him rest as she looked around the room to see it was completely trashed. Even her cork board was shredded. Good thing I took that picture. She thought to herself.
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On The Run
Fanfiction(Y/N) was seen as a normal tomboy but she has a few dark secrets not even she knew about. For as long as she could remember she was alone for her whole life. She couldn't remember who raised her. There were no parents, no school, no nothing in her c...
