The First Wielder

Chapter twenty-six: I Am Fine

TWENTY-SIX

A near-death experience wasn't something Abigail was scared for. Instead, it was something she embraced, something she hoped. Because of her outside ability of "thou shalt not die", she was not worried about anything death defining.

Was

Gaze deep at her right sleeve, she contemplated whether to roll them or not.

 
Abigail did.

 
She rolled her sleeve until she saw the white cloth wrapped around her right arm. It was a gauze bandage. The bandage gave a sense of unfamiliarity to the girl. The wrap was a reminder that something went wrong, different from what she knew. The bandage on her right arm told her she had a wound, a wound.

A shiver ran down her spine.

She almost died. Her ability backfired and death was so close she might have seen the heavenly gates open to welcome her in. And a simple wound on her arm was proof of it.

Abigail ran her finger through her shirt, just over her stomach, before feeling the woven fabric of the bandage. She stopped when her fingers touched the metal clip that held her bandage in place.

She wanted to take a peek.

But before Abigail could even unclasp the metal clip, a hand stopped her.

The girl froze.

She forgot she wasn't alone.

  
Five had his back leaned on the headboard of his bed, eyes closed and brows knit. His mind wandered deep with a single thought repeating itself over and over again.

Whether they liked it or not, Five was going to kill that bitch.

Brittany, The Society member who they thought died, is running about like a madman. The woman is out for blood, preferably revenge.

And she got a nick of it, wounding his brother and almost killing his partner when they went to investigate this unknown serial killer. Only to find out the person responsible for the death of numerous civilians was none other than Brittany practicing herself for when she'd come and kill Diego and Abigail.

To kill Diego and Abigail.

Five's jaw clenched. He didn't particularly care for his brother since he was, as much as he didn't want to admit, was a Hargreeves. Killing them would take more than that.

His partner was a different matter. She's strong, yes, but she's as reckless as a child. She'd jump headfirst to a deadly stunt that could potentially kill her. She did, and it almost killed her.

The boy tightened his grip on the girl trapped in his arms as if assuring himself everything was mildly alright. The girl's back was pressed on Five's chest and he made sure she would be for the next hour. He buried his face in her shoulder, a habit he found himself doing. A sigh escaped his lips as his body relaxed.

Five felt Abigail move. Confused, he raised his head.

He stopped her before she could even lift the metal clip on her clothes bandaged.

 
"What are you doing?" Five's breath fanned the side of Abigail's neck, his hand tight on hers.

"I wanted to take a look," Abigail confessed.