Okay, so due to me finding out why one of my muses was MIA and Corbin was MIA too for that time, I got inspired to write this up given the two of them tend to chat each other up somewhat.
It’s not suppose to be this way, that’s the thought that trailed in the boys mind as he found himself over the body of what looked to be that chatterbox electricity user. Bleeding, dying, and the air felt frigid with him not being certain on what he should do. He knew the police were chasing after that red head and they needed to leave, fast, but what should he do? Calling the queen might have poor results even as the younger of the two started to lift up this bleeding and sorry excuse for what use to be a sarcastic idiot in his opinion then slinging him over his shoulder to reach for his phone.
From - Corbin.
To - Queen.
Time - 12:30 am, 6/28/15.
Message - QUEEN, I FOUND NIKO AND HE’S NOT LOOKING GOOD! That red head took off because the police were chasing her, but, I think she did this. I’m taking him to the hospital and going to run off back to my place. The police might try dragging me back if they catch me out here with him. Look, I dunno what your thing with him is, but Red’s done a number on this idiot. I’ll call when I get him there.
Send?
[Yes.] [No.]
Fast enough he supposed, even as he heard the coughing and pained sounds. Right, now would be a good time to get running from how he figured it and before he bleed out. He’s fortunate that those ice spikes were taken care of otherwise he’d have a lot more problems. From what he’s noticed it would seem that the wounded areas is on his torso and a couple cuts along his forehead. Not good either since he started to make the run for it now before he had to explain why he died.
Damn it, he hoped that red head didn’t show up or shake the police, he didn’t feel like having to fight her when there’s one life or death situation in the midst of happening before him. He should be able to find a hospital soon for the idiot but supposed that there’s not too much else he could do save for hope and subtly pray much as it would cause him pain.
Crap, crap, crap, he could even see the police ahead of him which made him turn straight into another alleyway to take off running. Got to keep moving and he’s got enough trouble on his hands upon wondering if there’s going to be anyone else targeted. He hoped not, he rather not go out and see that flower girl, Mila had almost died next since she didn’t deserve it nor would he desire to see any of his other friends almost dead.
Curse his luck and the fact he couldn’t dare cut off everything about him that could be considered humane. He didn’t want to be a monster but now isn’t the time to think of it with him now making another turn back out onto the street and running through a couple of bystanders that were confused, questioning this event with a plan formulating in mind.
Get him to the hospital, run home, clean up, try hunting down that monster before she hurt anyone else.
Or get sent back/die trying to do it.
