A scene written for the prompt: ‘Write a scene that takes place immediately after a tragedy, don’t mention the tragedy.’ With witches and werewolves, oh my!
…I woke up slowly, the heartbeat under my ear a comforting rhythm. The chest I was laying on was solid, rising and falling with his every breath. Strong arms circled me, holding me close. For a moment I snuggled closer into its warmth.
…That’s when the pain started.
…There was no sound except for a harsh ringing. My entire body felt like it was on fire, which, now that I remembered what happened, could actually be true. I lifted myself off of my saviour with a pained whimper.
…I wasn’t on fire, which was a good thing. There was a piece of rebar sticking out of my right thigh, which was a bad thing. Going by how it felt, the bones in that leg were fractured and blood was pouring out of the wound in frightening speed.
…Now was not the time to freak out, I chastised myself, trying to calm my panicked breathing. Gently I lifted my left leg over the piece the of rebar, rolling onto my back. Now I could finally sit up.
…The man next to me was still out cold, but I needed to stop my own bleeding before I could check on him. He healed, I didn’t.
…Closing my eyes I tried to calm down, deep breaths in and out, willing my body to stop shaking.
…A rather tough feat when you’re experiencing shock, a voice in my head said. It sounded like my brother. A laugh bubbled up in my throat, but I pushed it down, knowing that if I started laughing I wouldn’t be able to stop.
…Focus, I told myself again, grabbing the piece of rebar with my left hand. Pushing down the shock and the pain I began chanting the healing spell.
…I waited until I felt my right hand pulsing with magic, the air around it crackling with energy. It wasn’t the elegant magic I was used to, too filled with terror and pain, but it would at least make sure I wouldn’t die out here, laying in the middle of the street.
…With one smooth move I yanked the rebar free, pressing my other hand onto the wound and setting the magic free. I screamed as it tore through me like fire, knitting skin and bone back together again.
…Still panting through the pain, but certain that I wouldn’t bleed out, I turned my attention back to the man next to me.
…He looked almost peaceful, laying on his back like he was asleep. He was still breathing and I’d heard his heart beating steadily earlier, so he wasn’t that hurt, just knocked out. He’d also saved my life.
…I gripped him by the shoulders and started shaking him. “Hey! Wake up!”
…“Come on, Wolfman, nap time is over!”
…I braced myself, knowing he wouldn’t be happy being woken up like this, but he left me no choice. I slapped him across the face with all that I had. “Sam, wake up!”
…His green eyes flew open and flashed gold as I got out of his way. He sprang up, unnaturally fast and changed.
…The sound of ripping fabric, bones realigning themselves and suddenly I was face to face with a huge snarling wolf.
…“You’re okay.” I told him, holding my hands up to show that I was unarmed. “You were unconscious, but you’re alright.”
…The wolf seemed to calm down at those words. His golden eyes looked me up and down for a moment, no doubt taking in the blood soaking my jeans. He whined low in his throat.
…“I was hurt, but I’m better now. We need to get out of here, however, I think we both don’t want to be stuck here with the police asking questions we can’t answer.”
…The wolf bobbed his head up and down in answer.
…“Alright, your car was around the corner that way, correct?” I asked, gesturing to the west.
…“Then let’s go. Do you know anywhere safe where we can hide, lick our wounds and prepare for the next step?”
…An enthusiastic whoof and tail-wagging this time.
…I grinned at him. Slowly I got to my feet, keeping my weight off of my right leg as I straightened. As soon as I tried to take a step however, it buckled under me, almost sending me face first into the rubble.
…Strong arms gripped me again, keeping me on my feet. Sam was holding me up, in his human form this time.
…“Are you sure you’re not hurt?” He asked, helping me step over a big piece of building.
…“I tried a healing spell. It patched me up for the moment, but I was too panicked to focus. I’ll need rest and do one when I’m not fearing for my life.” I confessed, gritting my teeth and taking a few steps on my own.
…Sam stayed close, which I was grateful for. “We’re not far now. I’m taking you to my family, we’ll be safe there. At least for now.”
…I looked into his green eyes, “Are you sure you want to involve your family in this? They already tried to kill us for getting too close.”
…A muscle in his jaw clenched in anger. “Which is why my family would want in. Besides, seeing what they can do, we need more manpower.”
…I couldn’t argue with that. We’d been taken by surprise and almost hadn’t lived through their attack. Up until now it had just been Sam and me, but if we were to defeat the evil bastards that did this, we needed more people. “Alright.” I told Sam as he opened the door to his black Chevy Camaro and helped me in. Pain shot up my leg from the muscles that weren’t healed properly and I hissed in a breath through my teeth. “I’ll be fine.” I reassured a very worried looking Sam.
…He nodded and walked to the driver’s side, climbing in and letting his car roar to life. …My phone buzzed with an incoming message.
…Why are you limping? EV
…Spying on me again, brother? TJV
…I typed back as we sped down the road towards the edge of the city.
…No need, little sister, you are on every news broadcast. AV
…Indeed, fleeing the scene with a naked man. Mother will be so proud. EV
…“Shit.” I breathed, really not needing my brothers or, heaven forbid, my mother to get involved. But it looked like I had no choice on this one.
…“What is it?” Sam asked, his eyes never leaving the road.
…“There is news footage of us.”
…Sam snarled. “They’ll recognize us.”
…“Yes. But I’ll make it go away.” I answered as I typed in a number and pressed my phone to my ear.
…“TJ, are you hurt?” My brother answered on the first ring.
…“Not at the moment. I’ll need some rest and another healing spell. I’ll be fine.”
…“Alright, what do you need?” Augustus asked, his voice all business.
…“Get the footage off the air.”
…“Done.” He answered, then seemed to pause for a moment. “Is mister Weston still with you?” He asked.
…“Yes, we’re heading towards his family. They’re safe.”
…“Yes, I read that in the files. Mister Weston, I know you can hear me. Take care of my little sister or this Brotherhood will be the least of your worries. Is that understood?”
…I looked apologetically towards Sam, but he simply nodded. “He understands.” I answered Augustus.
…“Good. Security teams have been dispatched to your next location along with a healer. They will meet you there. I’ve got Emerson on research, we should arrive with new information around eight. See you then, sister. Be safe.”
…“You too.” I answered and ringed off. Relief fought with rage. We were still alive despite the Brotherhood’s efforts, but they harmed a lot of innocent people today. They needed to be stopped, whatever the cost. And now, with our people pulling together, we finally stood a chance.
…“We’ll get them.” I said into the quiet interior of the car.
…“I know.” Sam answered, the same rage in his eyes.
…I gripped his hand where it rested on the gear shift for a moment and squeezed. We were safe. At least for the moment.