Hale injects himself with more olophine, and I move through the crowd as I deter all attacks with effortless ease. Each grenade is thrown back, each bullet stops midair, and every running soldier finds himself straining against gravity to move forward.
“Araya, don’t use too much,” Hale yells, and I smirk as I launch three of their tanks into them at once.
Their bodies shiver under my power, and I drag my fingers across the ground as I very slowly scoop up a pile of their ashes to blow into the wind.
“Game over,” I murmur ominously, and then I hear the gasps of disbelief as I launch them into the open land behind us.
Every uranium tipped weapon follows their expelled state, and the fireworks erupt as they collide with the full blood massacre I’ve ignited. Hale takes my hand as he kisses my forehead, and he steps in front of me to block my view to the destructive path I’ve created.
“You need medicine. Your eyes, baby… take it for me,” he coos while handing me a vial of olophine.
I take a deep breath before injecting my veins, and I feel the high I didn’t know I was on starting to subside. He pulls me into his arms while almost everyone else starts rushing toward the wreckage.
“That was the Rising? That’s it?” I scoff, and he laughs when he sees I’m not the least bit savage right now.
“There were a lot more of them than you realize, baby. I think we both forget how powerful you can be,” he murmurs softly against my lips, and my smile spreads gloriously across my face.
“So we don’t have to go looking for them?” I muse.
“No. Let’s go home,” he exhales, and my smile almost disintegrates when I see Brazen lying on the ground as people rush blood to him.
I dash to his side, and Hale screams to Clay, “Get more blood now.”
“Brazen. You’re okay. Stay with me,” I whimper as I clutch his hand in mine.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he hoarsely forces out.
I can actually smell the overwhelming amount of uranium in his blood. He hisses through his teeth when he tries to sit up, and Hale rushes over with three bags of blood.
“This will get him started. I’ll go get more,” he says before darting back toward his car.
I hold Brazen against me as his blood covers my body. I rip the first bag open with my teeth as I begin pouring it into his mouth, and he gurgles slightly when he can’t drink as much as he needs to as fast as he needs to.
“Please try,” I sob, and he holds his hand on mine as he sips again.
“I must… look pretty… bad,” he wheezes out, and I pour more of the blood in his mouth before leaning his head back to let gravity pull it down his throat.
He chokes slightly, and I put my mouth over his to blow air into his lungs when I hear the liquid filling them. I pull back and repeat the pouring process before using my air to force it down his throat.
He coughs as his body starts to heal, and his own air rushes his lungs too quickly. He grips the back of my head to pull me against his lips, and it becomes a kiss rather than a respiratory necessity.
I jerk back scowling playfully at him, and he shrugs before sitting up a little better. His body is still covered in wounds, but they’re not as severe now as they slowly begin to heal. He opens the next pack on his own, and then he gives me a wink.
“Care to share this one? You’ve got a scratch,” he murmurs menacingly while pointing at my arm.
I roll my eyes, and I take the bag that has a couple of drops left in it. He smiles as I drink the small dose, and my tiny scratch heals instantly.
“Come here,” he says more seriously, and I wipe my tears as I hug him. “You didn’t go boom,” he chuckles out.
“No I didn’t,” I snicker out through my tears.
Because I went savage without even realizing it.
It was different though. I didn’t feel savage… just… powerful… very, very powerful.
“Want to help me up?” he asks softly while pulling back, and I act as his crutch while he stands to his feet.
The tinted sky is only promising to stay orange for another fifteen minutes before blaring its true glow, and Hale comes back with boxes of blood the others go to start dispersing to the wounded.
