59 Chapter Twenty-One: Seeing Red, Part III
____________________
Lance floated on his back, fingers skimming the water's surface, fingertips parting the water, creating tiny ripples. These ripples added to the ones his body was creating, a small piece of the larger whole. Soon, he stopped moving, floating still and feeling the sunlight on his face. He was burnt by now; he was sure of it.
Opening his eyes, Lance stared at the sky, a seemingly endless expanse of blue. Just the sight moved him into a deeper plane of relaxation. He smiled a little, letting out a content breath and allowing his eyes to droop closed. Just before his lids shut, however, instinct came.
Spots of dark pink were in the sky now, the two of them wide apart from one another. Quickly, they were bleeding to a red color, more of them appearing. Lance shifted his eyes the spots followed. He blinked, panic setting in as the sky's blue became mostly red. In the next moment, all brain function stopped—snapping away from Lance like a wire being cut. His body folded, sinking form collapsing as water infiltrated his lungs.
____________________
Zidane stopped running, sliding across the water at an angle. He released the breath he was holding, diving in and allowing the lake to submerge him. He waited for a split second, floating up just enough for his feet to touch the hardening surface of the water. He pushed off, rocketing himself towards Lance's sinking form. With a few kicks and strokes, he embraced the human, releasing oxygen to the surface with a small exhale.
When the largest bubble popped, they were both submerged in fire.
Zidane's knees hit solid ground, water falling around them like rain. He set Lance down, carefully but quickly laying him on the grass. As his hand left Lance's shoulder, he tried not to think of how much the human was shaking.
This is what I look like...
"You're like a fish out of water, sometimes..." she had said, wringing a cloth into the bucket on her lap. "It's violent."
He didn't know what to say to that, so he said nothing. Continuing to lie down, immobile from the toll his muscles had taken.
Lance's shaking didn't seem as violent—nothing like how Zidane imagined these attacks to be. The mildness Lance was experiencing was probably a good sign. With another breath, a medical Epi-Pen dropped into Zidane's hand and he pulled the tab before slamming the object against Lance's leg, puncturing his skin.
Zidane stayed bowed, eyes closed, his hand gripping the pen so hard he couldn't feel his fingers anymore.
This has to work... The thought repeated over and over. For ten long, painful seconds, those four words were his existence.
Beneath him, the shaking lessened. The tremors settled into quivers that shook the grass below Lance's hands, and then those quivers turned to stillness. Zidane relaxed, feeling gravity press against him once again. He breathed, straightening and puling the pen out of Lance's leg. Habit set in; he shook the small amount of blood off the needle and teleported the device away. His mind formed thoughts again, and the first thing he thought of was Zooka.
"It's hard to see you like that." She gently wrenched the cloth, dampening it and letting the excess water fall into the bowl on her lap. Her eyes didn't meet his, staying down as she folded the cloth against his forehead. "It's always so hard to watch you..."
He understood what she meant now. He had seen it firsthand with Lance.
I should have told him about the reaction. A poisonous feeling came to his chest. I didn't think it would come yet... I didn't think there was enough cells to even trigger a reaction yet...
He looked to Lance, eyes raising but mind withdrawing, unwilling to recognize what he was seeing. Zidane let out a breath, pointed fingertips spreading apart. A burst of wind blew into Lance, flapping through his clothes, drying him off and healing any damage the sun had caused to his skin. Zidane moved his weight backwards, lifting his knees off the ground and rocking his feet onto the earth again. He picked Lance up as he stood, carrying the human over his shoulder and forcing himself to feel the weight. It wasn't much, but each step reinforced what was happening. What was going to happen if Zidane didn't hurry...
They needed to get to Yittek.
_________________
Lance floated on his back, fingers skimming the water's surface, fingertips parting the water, creating tiny ripples. These ripples added to the ones his body was creating, a small piece of the larger whole. Soon, he stopped moving, floating still and feeling the sunlight on his face. He was burnt by now; he was sure of it.
Opening his eyes, Lance stared at the sky, a seemingly endless expanse of blue. Just the sight moved him into a deeper plane of relaxation. He smiled a little, letting out a content breath and allowing his eyes to droop closed. Just before his lids shut, however, instinct came.
Spots of dark pink were in the sky now, the two of them wide apart from one another. Quickly, they were bleeding to a red color, more of them appearing. Lance shifted his eyes the spots followed. He blinked, panic setting in as the sky's blue became mostly red. In the next moment, all brain function stopped—snapping away from Lance like a wire being cut. His body folded, sinking form collapsing as water infiltrated his lungs.
____________________
Zidane stopped running, sliding across the water at an angle. He released the breath he was holding, diving in and allowing the lake to submerge him. He waited for a split second, floating up just enough for his feet to touch the hardening surface of the water. He pushed off, rocketing himself towards Lance's sinking form. With a few kicks and strokes, he embraced the human, releasing oxygen to the surface with a small exhale.
When the largest bubble popped, they were both submerged in fire.
Zidane's knees hit solid ground, water falling around them like rain. He set Lance down, carefully but quickly laying him on the grass. As his hand left Lance's shoulder, he tried not to think of how much the human was shaking.
This is what I look like...
"You're like a fish out of water, sometimes..." she had said, wringing a cloth into the bucket on her lap. "It's violent."
He didn't know what to say to that, so he said nothing. Continuing to lie down, immobile from the toll his muscles had taken.
Lance's shaking didn't seem as violent—nothing like how Zidane imagined these attacks to be. The mildness Lance was experiencing was probably a good sign. With another breath, a medical Epi-Pen dropped into Zidane's hand and he pulled the tab before slamming the object against Lance's leg, puncturing his skin.
Zidane stayed bowed, eyes closed, his hand gripping the pen so hard he couldn't feel his fingers anymore.
This has to work... The thought repeated over and over. For ten long, painful seconds, those four words were his existence.
Beneath him, the shaking lessened. The tremors settled into quivers that shook the grass below Lance's hands, and then those quivers turned to stillness. Zidane relaxed, feeling gravity press against him once again. He breathed, straightening and puling the pen out of Lance's leg. Habit set in; he shook the small amount of blood off the needle and teleported the device away. His mind formed thoughts again, and the first thing he thought of was Zooka.
"It's hard to see you like that." She gently wrenched the cloth, dampening it and letting the excess water fall into the bowl on her lap. Her eyes didn't meet his, staying down as she folded the cloth against his forehead. "It's always so hard to watch you..."
He understood what she meant now. He had seen it firsthand with Lance.
I should have told him about the reaction. A poisonous feeling came to his chest. I didn't think it would come yet... I didn't think there was enough cells to even trigger a reaction yet...
He looked to Lance, eyes raising but mind withdrawing, unwilling to recognize what he was seeing. Zidane let out a breath, pointed fingertips spreading apart. A burst of wind blew into Lance, flapping through his clothes, drying him off and healing any damage the sun had caused to his skin. Zidane moved his weight backwards, lifting his knees off the ground and rocking his feet onto the earth again. He picked Lance up as he stood, carrying the human over his shoulder and forcing himself to feel the weight. It wasn't much, but each step reinforced what was happening. What was going to happen if Zidane didn't hurry...
They needed to get to Yittek.
_________________
RECENTLY UPDATES
Fantasy
Action
Eastern
Contemporary Romance
Action
Action
Contemporary Romance
Action