forum Find Me (Character Chat #4)

Started March 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Who's to say I don't have any more tricks? You're not a woman, are you?"

That had him stumped, simply saying, "You wouldn't dare."

She grinned. "I have a whole arsenal of tricks, men and women alike, and I'm not afraid of pulling out the big guns."

He shook his head, standing up. "I've got to go tell Cin that I'm quiting that job." He gave her a quick peck. "I'll be back tonight," he said, walking back towards the beach house.

"Aww!" She turned around. I couldn't seriously have spooked him. Could I?

He thought about asking her to come with but eventually decided against it. What's the worst that can happen? He thought.
Turns out, the worse was him lying on his back in an alleyway, a knife jammed deeply into his shoulder, his left eye swollen so badly that he couldn't see from it, and a few of his teeth lying next two him as the three perpetrators of the attack ran of. He lied there for a while, a long while. The sun had set and the stars were out, twinkling so bright he thought he could just reach out and grab them. His eyes began to flutter, sleep asking for consent and Runner happily giving it, until there was a sharp intake of breath from the front of the alleyway. He raised his drowsy head and watched as the woman hurried to his side. She was about as tall as him, probably more, with deep blue eyes and wavy blonde hair. She wore a blue summer dress that form-fitted just enough to accentuate her curves without being to skimpy. She knelt down next to him, lightly resting a hand on his chest.
"Good lord," she said with a soft Southern accent. "We gotta get you some help. But I need you to get on your feet, alright?"
"Mmmmmmm…..hm," Runner managed, blinking a few times.
"On three, now. One…two…three!"
Runner shouted hin pain as she got him to his feet, getting under his left arm and easily taking most of his weight, wrapping an arm around his waist for extra support. "Let's get you to a hospital."
"No….no….Tessie….." he slurred out pointing to the beach house only a few blocked down the sidewalk.
"Is she gonna help you?" the woman asked, to which Runner nodded. "Well, then let's go."
It was an excruciating 45 minutes of half-shuffling, half-dragging the wounded Runner to Tessie's house, leaving a trail of blood that marked their path like breadcrumbs. THe woman pounded on her door loudly, biting the bottom of her lip in worry. If this girl ain't here, he may die.

((Had to write a book real quick

((Lol, okay. I'm probably going to have to go soon))
Tessa opened the door, rubbing her wet hair with a towel. "Hey, took you long… Runner!?" She reached for him, dropping the towel, eyes wild with worry. "What the hell happened!?"

"He-hey, Tess…" he said sleepily, his knees faltering as he fell into her.
The girl watched with worry, ignoring the bloodstains on her dress.

Tess caught him, pulling him into the room and into the couch. Blood be damned. "Watch him," she ordered the girl, her voice hardening into her 'soldier voice.' She ran into the kitchen and started boiling water, making the process faster with her fire.

She nodded, stepping inside and shutting the door.
Runner giggled slightly, almost drunk from bloodloss. "Your….eyes are pr…pretty."
The girl smiled, but said nothing in return.

Tessa's jaw tightened but said nothing. Satisfied with the temperature of the water, she proceeded to grab a knife and stab her arm, tilting it to let her ichor dribble into the water. Come on… faster!

Runner turned to Tessa in the kitchen. "I'mma….go help," he mumbled, attempting to roll from the couch. But the girl was there, resting a hand lightly on his chest.

"No, you idiot. you're staying there." She pulled her arm back once the ratio was perfect, ignoring her bleeding wound and aggressively whisking the mixture. "I'm almost done."

"Nuh…uh…." He mumbled, attempting another futile escape.

She snaps at him in Italian, then pours he mixture into a cup. It was steaming. "Dammit. Frosty's not here to cool this down." She walked over to Runner, kneeling next to him with the mixture. "It's hot, but it will do its best to heal you."

He giggled, looking up at her. "Okay…."

She sighed and handed the glass to the girl. "You help him. Give him only a little bit at a time."

The girl held the cup gingerly. "Should we take the knife out of his shoulder?"

"No, not yet. It'll worsen the bleeding." She raked her fingers through her hair, causing some bloody streaks. "I have to make a call." She walked into the kitchen, grabbing her discarded and virtually forgotten cell phone and furiously dialing in a number. She held it up to her ear and started pacing the room.

She pulled his shirt up, wincing when it stuck to a deep stab wound. She poured a single drop of the liquid into the wound, and Runner screamed. He has let out a shout of pain before, but he'd never screamed around Tessie like this. The girl look mortified, but continued to pour in a few more drops. "Are you sure this will help?"

Tessa cringed as she heard his screams. She said something to the person on the phone and turned to the girl. "It's nectar, a watered-down version of my blood. It will ease the pain, but not much else." She went back to the person on the phone. "…I need help….not me, someone else. I-I thought since Kieran is a doctor–" She pinched her lips together as she looked to Runner. "He's a friend of mine…. Stabbed……… Thank the gods! Thank you! I love you so much! I'll see you soon!"

He arched his back for a moment and shouted again as she poured a tiny drop over his swolle eyes. She had to put a hand on her forehead to keep him from twisting away.

Tessa rushed over and helped to hold him down. "I would give him my blood if I could." She gently brushed Runner's hair, "Shhhh. It's going to be okay, Runner. Help's on the way."

"mMMhhhhhph…….!" He grunted, a single tear falling from the non-swollen eye as the girl continued to pour the liquid.
"I'm Lia, by the way" she said, pulling the cup back when she had poured enough.

"Theresa." She put pressure on the most severe wound, careful the knife didn't cut her. "What the hell was this idiot doing in the worst part of the city?" she muttered to herself, beyond terrified. I can't call the others, they don't know where I live–or that I even have a house. I guess Zeus will have to do.

"I found him a couple blocks from here."

"Dammit. Those fucking assholes don't know when to give up." She got up and paced the living room, pulling at her hair and combing through it. "Zeus better hurry. Granted, he's coming from Hawaii." She grabbed a random object–a very breakable vase–and hurtled it at the nearest wall. "Dammit!"

Runner flinched at the sound, looking over at her. Lia put the cup tot he side and began running a comforting hand through his hair.