Blue Blood

Oh God You're Ripping Me Apart Part 2

He throws me to the floor, towering over me. I try to catch my breath and start crawling towards the door. I yell out in pain as he kicks me into the wall, leaving a sizable dent. He goes to kick again but I kick out his other leg causing him to fall.

I scramble towards the exit. Just barely getting to my hands and knees, he grabs my ankle and pulls me back. He grabs my collar, hoists my head up and slams it back to the ground as I cry out in pain. I put my hands up just in time to stop a punch to the face.

"Mags, please! It's me!"

He throws a right hook, catching me at the top of my cheek, just below my left eye. Before I get to process it, he stands up and slams his heel into my rib cage making a sickening cracking sound. I scream in pain, trying not to focus on my own bone shards stabbing into my flesh.

"Magnus, stop!" I scream, praying it will do something.

He kicks my side again, blood starting to pool where I lay. I whimper, the throbbing and stinging pain almost too much to bear. Weakly, I reach my hand out towards him.

"M-Magnus . . . Pl-please . . ."

He pauses for a moment, seemingly thinking it over. There's a flash of color in his eyes before he growls and kicks me once more, straight in the ribs.

I cough, gasp, and sputter up pools and pools of blood before he grabs me by the shoulder and forces me onto my back. His hands dart straight to my throat, squeezing and pushing down into the ground. I make a sad squeaking sound, unable to speak, as I struggle against him.

He's bigger than me, stronger than me, smarter than me . . . I have no chance at winning this. He's going to kill me and isn't that so poetic? The person that gave my life meaning is going to take it away. If I wasn't being chocked to death, I think I might laugh.

"Ghk-ma-Magnu-ck!"

He growls, pushing harder. Somehow, I'm able to pull his hands away enough to get some air and breath.

"Magnus-gah!-hah!-y-you mean the world to me-hah-hah-hah-and-and I'm sorry," his grip loosens, "I'm sorry-hah hah, I'm sorry I hurt you. I-ack-I never meant to hurt you-hah-hah-you're my best friend . . ."

His eyes flash black to blue, black to blue, over and over again but his face grows angrier and angrier, his grip following suit.

"A-agh!-and I need you to know!-hah-hah-ngr!-the reason-ragah!-th-the reason what the queen did m-meant-arg!-more to me!-hah!-then your-hah-sacrifices for me I-is-nah!"

"SHUT UP!"

"Is because-agh!-it's because she saved your life!"

His face falls neutral.

"Agh!-hah!-Your life-ngh!- your happiness it-gah!-it means more to me than anything!-hah-hah-it's all that m-matters . . . ,"

The lack of oxygen is too much and everything is going black.

"A-all that . . . . . . . M-matters . . .h-hah . . ."

Suddenly, the pressure is gone. I gasp long and sharp, coughing and spitting up blood, gripping at my chest and turning onto my side. Everything is blurred but I can just make out Magnus stumbling around the room gripping his head. My head is spinning and pounding. Every slight movement of my head makes me want to throw up.

He falls to his knees holding his head and screams. I grip at the floor, using all the energy I have left to pull myself closer to him.

"M-mah-Mags . . ." My voice comes out as just barely a whisper. My attempt at speaking causes me to cough up more and more blood. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Tears have been falling for who knows how long now. My cheek is swollen and makes seeing even more difficult.

With one more scream, Magnus's shoulders fall limp. He breathes heavily, chest and shoulders rising high and low like he just ran a marathon. This thing, this BEAST is hurting him and taking over him.

"S-stop . . . Don't . . . Don't hurt him-heh-heh-l-leave him alone!" I squeak through a broken throat, now sobbing.

My nails dig into the ground trying to give myself any extra traction that I can. Please! Fuck, just leave him alone! He doesn't deserve this! Torment me instead! Please, he doesn't deserve this just stop, STOP!

"ARAGH!" I scream in frustration and determination, pulling myself into an army crawl.

Magnus shudders and slowly begins to turn, shaking profusely. I'll kill it Magnus. Whatever is hurting you, whatever made you do this, I will not stop until it is dead! I swear to you, I will kill it!

He turns enough that I can finally see his eyes . . . His deep blue eyes, overflowing with tears. He's back.

"A-Ah gods . . ." He mutters, eyes large with horror. He looks like he's going to break.

A weight seems to lift off my shoulders and I can't help but squeeze my eyes shut and smile. He's okay, he's back, he's back.

My arms finally give and I fall to the floor, panting heavily. The taste of blood coats my tongue. There's a few loud thumping noises before I feel arms under me and lift me up.

"We . . . We gotta go Mags, we- . . . They're going . . . To be coming for us . . . We have to go . . ."

He says something, but I can't understand. It's all garbled and smudged. All I know is that it's him, my best friend in the entire world and he is okay and that is all I need to know.

Each step he takes sends a shockwave of pain to my wounds and I can't help but whimper in reply. Sleep rakes her nails at my aching skull, enticing me to sleep. I'm so fucking tired . . .

"I . . . I'm gonna sleep now . . . I'm gonna . . . I gotta . . ." I mumble, too tired to speak properly.

He sounds distressed and scared and shakes me a little. I'm sorry Mags, I'm just too tired . . . I'm just . . . Too tired . . . The darkness of rest takes over my body and the pain stops.