Dorthy Must Die fanfic #namy

Dorothy Must Die fanfic

             Nox's Pov

 All I saw was a hint of pink hair as it fell over the balcony.

       "AMY!" I yelled. But deep down I knew I was too late. I bolted down the palace steps, my pulse rushing. I ran to her side as I found her lying unconscious on top of Dorothy, who was, by the looks of it, killed by the fall. Tears were welling up in my eyes as they gazed up and down her body, looking for wounds. The first I saw was the glint of a silver blade wedged in her middle. Her face was very pale, and her left leg was all swollen. Dorthy was going to pay for what she did to her, much less for what she did to Oz. I tugged out the knife. Now she screamed, and it tor my heart in two. Her body went limp against mine as I scooped her up into my arms. I tried teleporting us to the healing pool, but my energy was running out, forcing me to go in the direction of the dorms, which were shorter in distance. I rushed her down to my room, setting her carefully on my bed as I fumbled over bandages that I kept in my closet. As I wrapped the bandages around her wound, I began to think, how could I get Dorothy to pay for what she did, when she is now dead? My eyes suddenly became extremely heavy. I fell asleep at the side of her bed, cupping her hand in mine.

                                                                                             ***

I was at the end of a strange dream when I heard a faint and muffled groan. I was very confused, trying to figure out where I was when it all came down on me. "Amy?" I said.

"I'm awake," she managed to say. Her eyes landed on my cheek, which was battered, bruised, and bleeding. (The Tinwoodman gets all the credit for that)

"You're hurt," she said. I stifled a laugh.

"I'm hurt? Look at yourself! You nearly got killed due to a knife that Dorthy stabbed in your stomach, your leg is probably broken, and on top of that, you may have a fever. And to think, you're worried about a little battle scar?"

After a few seconds, she finally answered with "You're cute when you're worried. Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."   (yeah yeah I know, Percy Jackson quote)

Amy's Pov

       The last I saw of Nox, was as he came up those palace stairs as I fell over the balcony with Dorothy. "Amy!" a muffled voice cried out. I was pretty sure that was Nox, but I wasn't exact. The world around me suddenly became dark and quiet. All sounds faint and hard to make out. Someone was screaming. Maybe it was me. I'm going to die, I thought. I saw a flash of silver right before a jolt of excruciating pain erupted inside my stomach. I tried to howl and scream in pain, but too much in shock to manage a single sound. I heard a loud crack as I landed, my foot now hurt more than ever. It was too much. It was all just too much. I writhed on the ground, on top of Dorothy, who was unmoving, wanting to pull out the knife. But every muscle in my body was in shock, paralyzed in unspeakable agony. I was starting to lose focus of everything around me. Nox was at my side now, fear swimming in his eyes. Uttering a litany of curses, he pulled the knife out. Now I screamed, the sound shattering out from deep within. Sliding his arms under my knees and back, he picked me up into his arms. I wanted to tell him that I was okay, that everything was fine. Dorthy was dead, and I'm okay. But the truth was, I wasn't. Then everything went black.

***

I woke with a start, instantly trying to gather my bearings. I was in a vaguely unfamiliar bed, in a dark room.

"Amy?"

" I'm awake," I said. A flood of relief welled up inside me now that I knew that Nox was close. Who, in fact, had a gash of dried blood running down his left cheek.

"You're hurt," I said. He managed a laugh. Apparently, that pleased him.

"I'm hurt? Look... your....... killed...due..knife.......is........broken." Knife is broken? What? His words were being blocked by an intense ringing in my ear. I wasn't able to make out the rest of what he said. Something about a beaver, maybe?

"You're cute when you're worried," I whispered. "Your eyebrows get all scrunched together."

He chuckled. And at that moment, it seemed as if all pain, worry, and sadness evaporated from the world. It was nice to hear his voice. His laugh. It seemed fitting for everything that's been going on lately.