The Traitor (The Third Wheel's spin-off)

Chapter Seven: Falling

I'm falling and for once there's no words.

No thoughts.

Just plain sensations.

The wind smacking my face with its mean little paws. My heart jumping against my chest at a never-attained speed. The taste of blood in my mouth as I unintentionally bite my tongue.

Then finally, finally my body hits the water. You would never believe how hard water can actually be. Something similar to falling against a block of cement. Of course, that's only me taking a wild guess here. I actually never fell against a block of cement.

If I was a human, I would have died on the spot. Unfortunately, I am a werewolf, which means that I am still alive and my whole body just hurts so fucking badly.

Oh, the wonder of being a surnatural being.

I gasp for air as I briefly emerge from the water, only to find myself drag back under the agitated river.

If I was in my normal state, I could probably swim back to the shore, even though the current is very strong. I don't remember the last time I was in my normal state, though, nor does 'normal' mean anything to me anymore. I'm not just talking about my physical state here.

I am too tired for another fight anyway. I'll just let the water win.

Water keeps filling my lungs and suddenly I don't feel the cold anymore. Rather, it feels warm. How nice. I couldn't have dreamed of a sweeter ending.

I am almost gone but I still register hands grabbing my waist. I try to pry the hands off me but they only tighten their hold on me.

No.

I want to tell the other person to just let me be but at the same time I open my mouth, I loose consciousness.

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"Kyle! Kyle, wake up!"

I would recognize this voice everywhere in the world. Even in my dizzy state, my heart can't help but beat a little faster when the sound of his voice breaks through the wall of silence.

Gosh, when did I become so mushy? And why does he sound so worry? He isn't someone who normally cares much about others. I always pegged him to be the confident, casual type. I want to tell him to not worry, but I don't know why he's worried or where I am in the first place. I thought we would never talk to each other again.

What happened?

I try to open my eyes but all I can see is his blurry figure, standing very close to me.

If I wasn't half-conscious, I would probably be blushing at the proximity.

"Mnot Kyle" I mumble, not even really aware of what I'm saying.

"What?" the younger man asks, obviously relieved at hearing the sound of my voice.

"I said mnot Kyle" I try again and I think this time he got it because there's a short moment of silence before he talks again.

"What? Hey, no, stay with me! Don't fall asleep now! You'll sleep later I promise. For now I just-"

Too late. My eyes close and I don't know how long I was gone - maybe five minutes, maybe ten but when I wake up again I start vomitting water. Then, I understand why: Malik is lifting me upside down.

"Hey, put me down!" I manage to yell, my mouth only a few centimeters away from the ground and to my relief, he does just that.

"I was helping you expelling all this water from your body" he explains gently.