Monday 5 September 2011

Skul-Fan Fiction FINAL PART!!

              I collapsed. I was in shock. My broken arm and leg barely registered. Florence looked like the decision had torn her apart. It did the same to me and was even worse for Kallista and Israel. She turned away and hobbled towards the first-aid box when I realised something. I was angry. She didn't get to pick, it wasn't her decision. And even if it was her choice was wrong and full of flawed logic. She was being selfish.
             'Stop'. My voice was a barely audible rasp but she heard it and turned. I closed my eyes and generated sparks around my body then I raised myself up using the thousands of sparks to lift me. I stayed a few inches of the ground and hovered there for a moment with my eyes closed in an effort to convert my seemingly boundless magical energy into physical. 'Don't you dare touch it'. My voice rang out loud now powerful, commanding. I was regaining my energy.
            'I'm going to save my friends Leo'She spoke quietly.'You can't stop me' She still wore that broken expression. This was tearing her apart. ' I'm sorry Flo but I think I can stop you'. The electricity around me multip ied and grew an even brighter blue. 'And I'm also fairly sure that I will'
            Her eyes widened further, shocked that I would challenge her. I'd never done it before, not really. She stared deep into my eyes for a moment, then sagged. 'I understand' she crouched and touched the ground with her palm. Shadows erupted from the bodies that littered the street and flew towards Florence. They swirled around her it an opague sphere. It began to float upwards and the ball of shadows began to shrink. It was flowing into her. She was absorbing the death.
           'I understand' she repeated, her voice amplified but full of sorrow. Then it got angry ' But I don't accept it'. With a scream she attacked, a spear of shadows created to impale. I flashed blue and appeared behind her. Energy rushed to my hands as I reached out to shock her. But in a whirl of black, my hands kept going though the space she had been. For a moment I couldn't find her and used the moment to flash again, this time to the little green box. Time was running out for Kallista and Israel. This had to end.
            I saw the swirl of shadow out of the corner of my eye and twirled in the air in time to see a wave of darkness shooting towards me. Instinctively, I generated a shield of pure energy around me in like spherical cocoon. The shadows collided but did no damage. I turned on the offensive in an instant. Pulling the energy from the shield back to my arms, I burst through the haze the collision had created and flung a bright, blue-white bolt at Florence. Some shadows rushed to block the attack but only managed to buffer it before it struck Florence straight in the stomach. She screamed again as she flew backwards down the street and landed in a crumple heap on the road.
            I barely had time to breath a sigh of relief that she managed to cushion herself to the attack. I had been so stupid. If that had hit her full on it could have killed her and that would have made everything that I had been fighting for completely irrelevant. I was fighting to save these people. They weren't my friends but they had saved my and I felt a connection to them I can't quite explain. Or maybe I was trying to make up for all the people I had killed just a few minutes ago. But the reason could wait.
            I was still floating, so flashed to the ground to pick up the bag, then instantly teleported to Kallista. She was conscious, which was a feat considering the blood lost but all she could manage were a few moans. I ripped a leaf from one of the airtight bags and shoved it into her mouth. She still managed to chew it, which in her condition should have been impossible. This was a seriously strong woman. Or stubborn. I struggled to squeeze some bright purple gel form one of the almost empty tubes but I got some. I rubbed some into the wound on her stomach. She moaned loudly, the leaf not powerful enough to subdue the pain. The gel expanded in the wound into a foam. I knew from my little experience that this burned. A LOT.
           I grabbed an antiseptic gauze-bandage from the tiny green box and wrapped it around her awkwardly, as fast as possible. Then I flashed to Israel. Suddenly I felt light headed and stumbled onto my broken leg. A roar erupted from me but the pain sharpened my senses. This power was not limitless. Close but not quite. I felt the air pull around me in the sudden vacuum created my the teleportation. It could be dangerous if it wasn't full charged. That registered somewhere in my mind but I concentrated on Israel. Placing my palms on his shoulders, I tried to sense the tiny charge that kept his heart beating. I panicked for a moment when I couldn't feel anything, but then I found it. Weak. Too weak. 
           Again, I fumbled with the tubes, trying to get enough gel out to heal him. I had to dig thorough three this time, awkwardly keeping the small amounts on my index finger and away from dirt while squeezing the other ones. All wasting precious time. I roughly rubbed the paste into the gaping wound on his chest. It fizzed and hissed violently as it purged dirt from the wound, replenished his blood and created new cells to heal the skin and organs. But he didn't even twitch. I felt for a pulse again. This time I was sure there was nothing.
           Quickly I made a fist, charged it up like I'd done with Florence and slammed it into Israel's chest. My other hand was reading his heart. Still nothing. I repeated. And Repeated. And Repeated. I collapsed. I was drained. My magic was trying to get energy from my body and vice versa. Neither could manage it.. I had given him everything. I had given up.

                                                      Then he took a breath.