A Broken Prophet Without A Message

Chapter Seven - Goodbye Agony

When Andy woke up he began panicking, he was in an unknown dark location and he was pretty sure he was only wearing boxers. He felt someone move next to him and his heart rate quickened. He attempted to move but found himself caught in an embrace. Taking a look he saw that his capturer had...diamonds on their eyes...and thick black hair. He breathed a sigh of relief and snuggled back down, unable to fall back asleep but unwilling to leave the comfort of Jinxx's warmth.
His chest suddenly began to burn and he carefully extracted himself from Jinxx's strong arms before pulling on a random pair of jeans from the floor and staggering outside to see a person slightly younger than him caught in the arms of a guard. It seemed to smirk when it saw Andy, ripping the head off it's victim in the gruesome fashion that Andy had seen so many times before. Andy let out a scream of anger causing the guard to drop the lifeless body and cover it's ears in pain. Andy felt his wings fly out as he pinned the guard to the ground. He then grabbed it's spear, not caring about the way it burnt his skin, and stabbed it through the guards heart. A few others had been lurking in the shadows but, at the sight of their comrade dying so easily before them and at the hands of one who was already wounded by one of their own kind, scrambled away to report back to their leader. The pain in Andy's chest began to fade as he watched them run off back to the pit they came  from.
"Umm, pal...is your hand okay there...?" CC had been woken up by the noise along with a few other people. Andy looked down and saw that he was still clutching the spear. He hastily removed his hand and clutched it, biting his lip ring at the sight of the bubbling flesh.
"Do you want me to get Jake dude, cause that does not look pretty..."
"I'll be fine, I don't want to wake up anyone else...could you show me where the medical stuff is though" Andy replied, hesitant to cause any more trouble.
This was how Jinxx and Ashley found them sitting by a burnt out fire about an hour later. Andy's still bubbling flesh submerged in a bucket of water and CC trying to find the strongest pain killers he could. CC had passed him a pill which Andy took gratefully and was in the process of swallowing when Ashley broke the silence and announced their presence.
"Prophet, what the hell did you do this time?!" When Andy had finished choking he hearing with his undamaged hand towards the bodies of the child and the guard.
"You guys should have seen his hand an hour ago...it was bubbling way more and it looked like the flesh was literally melting off!" CC exclaimed, attempting to lift the mood.
"That's because it was..." Andy muttered bitterly, still annoyed at himself for having not killed the other  ones. Jinxx sighed in hearing this thoughts.
"If you hadn't killed this one the others would have killed far more people." Jinxx said, not wanting to see Andy so upset.
"I guess so," Andy replied completely unconvinced by Jinxx, "at least there's only one more death that's gonna haunt me..."
His hand had finally stopped bubbling and CC began to wrap it loosely in a gauze, apolosing profusely each time Andy hissed in pain.
Just as CC was packing away the equipment Andy saw something that sent him into a full blown panic attack. His heart rate trebled and his breathes were so fast that he wasn't gaining anywhere near enough oxygen.
"CC! GET RID OF THAT GODDAMN SYRINGE!" Jinxx yelled. CC obeyed instantly before looking at him in shock, he had only heard Jinxx raise his voice a couple of times before, and that was only so that he could be heard. Jinxx didn't notice this though and simply blocked out all thoughts that weren't Andy's. He hugged the sobbing mess before him, whispering sweet nothings in his ears to attempt to calm him, making sure that neither of the others could hear him. Jinxx knew exactly what Andy wanted...no needed and would readily comply. He lifted Andy up in the way that had now become second nature and carried him to his...their tent. He set the quiver Andy down and held him affectionately, stroking his hair and lightly kissing his forehead until he calmed down.
"I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to trouble you..." Andy began, his voice cracking slightly as he fought back against the remaining tears.
"It's okay, I'm glad that I can be here for you. After seeing what's in your head there's no way I could not want to help. It amazes me that you still function on the little sleep you get." Jinxx replied, still stroking his hear but ceasing the soft pecks that had moved down to Andy's neck.
"What can I say, five years of practice have really helped..." Andy chuckled weakly, finally managing to gain some control over his emotions.
"Do you wanna get some food now, I think it's probably about nine o'clock." Jinxx said, knowing the answer already. Andy's eyes lit up at the offer, it had been what...five maybe six days since he'd eaten anything. It was nowhere near his record but he had no wish to continue. Jinxx pulled one of his own oversized shirts over Andy's head and they set off to the rations center.
When they arrived not much was left but when Andy was handed his slice of toast with butter you could tell how hungry he was. He walked over to an empty log, completely forgetting about Jinxx and his taking in the fact that he had actual food. It had vanished in a matter of moments and all that Jinxx saw when he sat down next to Andy was a few crumbs. They grinned at each other and when Jinxx had finished, they set off. Neither of them knew or cared where they were going.
Being together was enough.