My Master is My Lover
I See a Light
• Chapter Eight •
I See a Light“The blade had been poisoned. His familiar has healed the wound, but it cannot remove the poison.”
It was a male voice Zero had never heard before, and it sounded so far away. What poison? What was a familiar? Why was everything so dark except for that little light in the distance?
“He’ll have to want to live now.”
Zero wasn’t sure if he wanted that.
The little light got a little brighter.
“A slave will always choose death.”
The words had been murmured, but Zero knew that voice. Turning his nose up a notch, Zero planned to prove Mr. Daker wrong.
The little light faded a bit.
There was a soft purr and a strange animal noise that sounded so familiar, but Zero could have sworn he’d never heard it before. Evadne. Evadne had tried to protect me. I have to survive for her.
The little light faded some more.
Zero moaned, and turned a little. Mr. Daker jumped from his perch on the edge of the large bed and turned toward the boy lying in the middle.
“Zero?”
He remembers my name?
“Zero, it’s Orrick.”
Orrick? Who’s that?
Zero could feel again. He jolted forward and nearly screamed. He felt hands try and push him back down onto the mattress. His own hands came to grip the arms holding him down. He gripped the arms hard and cried out as another painful wave washed through him. His toes curled and his legs kicked. He wanted that light to come back, it didn’t hurt when he could see that light.
“Zero, breath. Take it slowly, it’ll pass. You have to want it to.”
Zero did as he was told and breathed in, but it did little more than bring more pain. His entire body throbbed and he cried out again. Pain, pain, pain, it was all that he could feel. Tears came to his eyes and he prayed the light would come back to him.
“Zero, you have to calm down. Listen to me. You have to take deep breaths. The dagger punctured you lungs, but your familiar healed them. You have to let them get used to air again. If you don’t, the poison will settle again and take you away.”
Orrick. Mr. Daker sounded calm but concerned. Worried even. Zero listened to his voice as he was instructed to breath, but with every breath came more pain, making him cry out. The hands remained on his shoulders, becoming almost comforting to him, never faltering, no matter how tight Zero gripped the arms. Orrick told him over and over to just breathe.
Slowly, after a long while, Zero managed to do as he was instructed, and was able to breathe. The pain still came with every breath, but it was fading with every exhale. The grip that Zero had on Orrick’s arms slowly loosened, before falling off all together. The hands on his shoulders lingered before they moved, and Zero felt something cool rest again his forehead.
He swallowed, his throat was dry. After a few more moments, Zero slowly fell asleep, Orrick’s warm presence remaining by his side.
A/N: O.o "stuffier Indian-head"... do I even wanna know?And about the repetitive stuff -- I have noticed lately, in a lot of my writing things seem to repeat themselves and it's something that annoys me and I'm trying to stop, however as stated in a earlier A/N, I have almost every intention of re-writing this story to add in more description and make things less... grammar-errored and repetive or what not. But yeah, I totally plan on going through and re-doing pretty much everything. I'm currently just working on actually finishing this entire story before doing that, because if I went to do that now, I would never end up finishing it, and would feel sad because I've never actually finished a story before in my life. Yay! run-ons!
To Jjay -- These were my shortest three chapters in a row, I believe. I've already typed up to 14 and the rest seem to be at least one page on word in font size 9 (large fonts hurt muh eye!)
Okay, too early in the morning and I have to go drive an hour to sign papers for the damn car. But thank you for the reviews! Oh, and I can only be bribed with Banana Walnut Muffins :P