crazy little thing called love - quicksilver f.f. [ON HOLD]

ch. 18 - stabbed

- ELLE'S POV -

Peter and I looked at eachother and nodded, as we sped off to find the guards.

One, two, three guards on my side. Jumping back to the safety of the others, I waited for Pietro to come back.

WHOOSH

Pietro came zooming back, sweat was starting to show on his forehead.

"There are ten guards guarding the back door." He panted. He was bent over, with his hands resting on his knees. Sweat glistened like crystal beads on the top of his forehead, making his silver hair damp.

"Why are you sweating?" I asked him.

"I think they have some machine that downsizes mutant's powers." He replied.

"Oh god." I muttered. "There were three guards at the front door."

"Okay." Logan huffed. "Let's go."

We all cautiously approached the abandoned school. Logan let his metal claws slide out from under his skin, earning a painful grunt from him. He motioned for us to continue following him.

Peter and I knocked out the three guards at the front door swiftly, and motioned for the others to come inside.

"Well where do we go from now?" May asked to know one in particular.

"There's a door over there that leads to a metal room, like the training room, I checked it out and I think they're keeping Rose through one of the doors in the room." Peter chimed in.

"Perfect. Let's go." Vlüta smiled and began to walk.

- ROSE'S POV -

The voices are everywhere right now. Apparently three guards were found knocked out by the front door.

The people around me keep telling me that they're coming for me. But I don't understand, I don't have anyone. At least not that I know of.

Some people tell me names. Names like "Samuel," "Elle," and "Harry." I don't know who they are. All I know. All I've been told, is that if they see me, they'll kidnap me. I'm hiding in the closet right now. I hear crashes of lightning and the roars of a lion.

Maybe they're playing Jumanji. I think, laughing to myself.

People are screaming outside my room. I hear Dr. Stein beg for mercy.

"Where's Rose?!" I hear a voice ask him.

"She-she..." His voice quivered.

"If you don't tell me I'll kill you." The voice was so familiar. The name was on the tip of my tongue.

Gary? Larry? Harry? I gasped. Harry. It was Harry. I thought of his face, his brown eyes always looking so sad.

I need to slaughter him. I thought.

Where did that thought come from?

Kill him! The voice was prominent in my head until I stepped out of the closet and grabbed a sharp knife.

Leaving my bedroom, my eyes fell on Harry's olive skin. I could imagine the blood dripping down it.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

I ran towards him, evil grin to be paired with my actions. With my eyes closed, my arm rose above my head, ready to swing. And I did.

My arm swung down forcefully. And I stabbed someone. Opening my eyes, a pale boy with silver hair lay on the floor, clutching his shoulder.

"R-Rose?" Harry looked at me, absolutely mortified.

The people who were fighting stopped and stared as the boy I stabbed cried. All of them looked at me with disbelief, then, a blonde girl knelt beside the boy.

"Peter?" She rested her hand on his chest as he looked at her feebly.

"This really fucking hurts Elle." He chuckled. The girl, Elle, cracked a small smile and looked up at the others.

"Screw her! We need to heal him now!" She yelled at the others. They swiftly helped the silver headed boy out the door and drove off.

"And that, my dear Rose, is what you are capable of." A voice echoed throughout the loudspeakers.

And I still didn't know who I had stabbed.

a/n:

ayyyyye lmao

so i was considering not updating today but then i was like dude wtf i have to

so yea here we go sorry if it was a bit short, the friday update will ultimately be longer.

kk ilysm stay crispy

- savanna