(I wish I hadn't went to my band concert. But yeah, I read all of the posts, and god it is so emotional. I'm playing the Kodiak-Nyir scene (the one where Nyir tells Kodiak she cares for him) over and over in my head and wanting to cryyyy)
(And oops. Not 'band concert'. Meant 'band tour')
Armand was sitting in his room procrastinating his next experiments. He didn't want to begin the testing, in all reality it made him feel terrible and dirty. But he needed to push his feelings away; he'd become good at that, why was it so hard now?
Yuki was gone. Rowan was somewhere in Armand's office, getting doses of probably some sort of poisonous liquid. Petree was alone. Stupid Harris. Stupid everyone. What was the point of living as an independent 'rebel' if there was no hope? What if Rowan and Yuki are dead?
No. She couldn't think like that.
She looked at the pathway she'd followed.
I'm going back, she decided.
A FEW HOURS LATER
The window was locked. (Insert swear word between brackets). And it was made of this weird material that she couldn't break with her fist-
President Harris's sword! She still had it in her bag… yup. She swung her sword as hard as she could at the window.
It came apart in a shower of dust things, like the material that made up the window… evaporated.
"Petree?" came a faint voice. Rowan! Petree looked down. Oh no. Rowan looked terrible, like she just gotten thrown into a lava pool and then wiped with a metal mop. (Yes, guys, a metal mop. :) )
Beside her stood Yuki, a worried expression printed on her face.
"Kodiak's in trouble." Yuki informed her.
(Gosh I've gotta wait to join back in I'm in a sess. right now with my friends.)
(Seriously? Don't take this as an offensive comment, but I think I'm the only one who has a reasonable sleep schedule. But my life is basically just wake up, school, skateboard home, read, read, read, write, computers, computers, read, homework, procrastination x5, sleep, repeat.)
(guys u need to come back. As soon as the gladitor duel starts, I have the best plot twist I can possibly think of.)
Can I add my character, Ainnik? He's with President Harris. He's the sneaky kind, the kind that would rather catch someone in a trap than fight them.
He's 16, has brown hair and brown eyes. Works as someone to help train the Milita-men/women.
(Omg annie wtf u doing here?)
(I know Annie in "real life". If there is such thing as "real life".)
(I'm still Celina. Changed username tho)
(Guys how about we keep this under R or at R… I feel like this story is more of an emotional story than the type of "I kill you, you kill me, yay there's blood everywhere" story)
(I do plan on Armand dying tbh but I won't go past R ofc)
(Armand dying???
Sad…
And yeah I do use my Grade 3 vocabulary when sad and/or speechless/shocked)
(@wake-read-eat-sleep I don’t take offense. You’re right.)
(You can join Anni)
(And ofc you have a more regular sleep schedule than me I think I said at the beginning I'm an overnighter, though I think I do a pretty decent job of being on while others are posting.)
Armand sighed frustrated, and moved back to Rowan's room, hearing the loud commotion again. The center had been lucky he was almost always in his office, as the rebels would have escaped a few times over by now. He was surprised when he walked in to see Petree brandishing Harrison's sword. "Petree. What the hell are you doing in here?" He crossed his arms, sternly. "You should have stayed away." He sighed, looking to Rowan, and becoming slightly shocked. He wasn't sure what was going on. Was she having a reaction to the solution? Was it having a strange side effect, or was it something completely different? Armand checked her pulse, temperature, and her reactions, hoping to quickly find an answer that he could cure.
Rowan panted, severely dehydrated now and dripping with sweat. She could taste blood in her mouth from her dry throat. Petree and Armand were here now, but Rowan just barely registered their presence. Is this how I die? She wondered feverishly.
Yuki was speechless. Rowan was doing fine just moments ago. “What did you do to her!?”, she yelled at Armand. “I’m sure this has to do with her being a rebel! I trusted you to help her!” Yuki stood beside Rowan. “I won’t let him hurt you.”, she wispered to Rowan.
"No, this wasn't something in my plans. Move." He grabbed some supplies, including something that looked like a syphon, a few injections. But Yuki still wouldn't like what her friend would have to go through to fix it, nonetheless. "She's having a reaction. Apparently she's allergic to something in the solution."
Rowan shuddered. She gave Armand the most pitful look she could muster, trying to convey she needed help.
"I didn't know you had any allergies!" he nearly growled at her, angry at his own mistake. He'd need to get through the skin, and he didn't know how much of a challenge that would be; he'd need to drain some of her blood, identify the problem chemical, and deliver an antidote for it, and as quickly as he could. His hands shaking, he attempted to poke a hole in her skin for a blood vessel, but for some reason, the new chemicals in her body were going overdrive to protect her, and her skin would not allow the needle, however sharp it was. He grumbled angrily, trying to stay calm, grabbing the sharpest blade he could find.
Rowan let out a strained gargle, an attempt to express fear of the knife being brought over to her. She didn't want to put down, not yet. She attempted to flinch back, but was too weak to do so.
Armand gripped her swelling wrist, grunting at her struggle. "Hold f***ing still!" He brought the scalpel down quickly and deliberately, hacking a large yet quickly healing cut into her skin. He pressed the needle to it and pulled as much blood as he was able, quickly taking a data stick to it and shoving it into the computer, analyzing what her white cells were fighting. He eyed her, he saw the mistrust, and he was glad she hadn't started trusting him yet, in a way.
Rowan reached for Yuki's hand, weakly squeezing it for comfort. She was frantic now. I'm gonna die. Was the only thought running through her head. Armand had just slit her wrist, but somehow it was healing already. She watched him as carefully as she could at the moment, unsure why he'd do this to her.