Page 14 of Black Onyx
“I’ll get it,” I say, making my way to the door before anyone else can get up.
“What’s going on?” Rival asks.
I open the door and duck as a sword swings at me. As I call my sword through the Void, I hear the guys exclaim behind me and curse their lack of weapons.
“What the fuck is going on!?” Storm exclaims.
The masked guy comes for me again, ignoring the others and focusing on me. I’m still slow from that bloody potion. I’m damn lucky my Void powers worked well enough that I could call my sword through it. Unfortunately, because of that, I miss a swing, and he impales me straight through the stomach; at the same time, as I swing and manage to behead him in a swift motion, he crumbles to the floor, thankfully letting go of his sword that’s still impaled through me.
“Fuck, fuck!” Rival exclaims, rushing to one side of me as Reaper rushes to the other, Loki appearing in front of me, Mayhem and Storm appearing behind them, their eyes wild.
I glance down at the sword in my stomach.
“I fucking hate being stabbed in the stomach.” I sigh, grasping hold of the pommel and preparing to pull it out.
“What do you mean you hate it!?” Loki yells. “This has happened before?”
“A few times,” I reply, forgetting my filter for a minute.
“You just beheaded him. No fucking hesitation.” Storm growls. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Pulling out the sword,” I answer like he’s stupid. “It can’t stay where it is.”
“We need to get you to the infirmary,” Reaper says urgently.
“Nah, it’s not that serious,” I reply, pulling the sword out before anyone can protest. I grit my teeth, breathing harshly.
“Fuck!” I curse, grabbing someone’s t-shirt off the back of the couch and pressing it against the wound on my stomach.
“I do not understand what is happening right now,” Loki says. His voice seems off, and I glance over at him.
“None of us fucking do.” Mayhem retorts, all of their eyes are on me, so they don’t see that Loki’s about to lose his shit.
“Hey!” I snap, shocking the others as I grab Loki’s shirt and pull him closer to me. “Look at me.” I wait until his eyes, black as night, drop to mine. The pain in them guts me, and I don’t know why. “You’re not there. Remember? You’re at the academy with your brothers. You are safe.”
“That’s not going to work. He needs to know you’re safe.” Rival says.
“Me?”
“Yes, seeing you hurt has triggered him.” Storm says through clenched teeth. “Reaper, go and get Magnus.”
“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry.” I apologise, genuinely upset. This is my fucking fault.
They look at me confused, my reaction seeming to have taken them aback.
“Loki, look, I’m okay. I promise I’ve been through a lot worse. This is nothing.” I try.
“That’s not helping,” Mayhem mutters as an inhuman growl bursts from Loki’s chest.
“I’m not used to fucking comforting people,” I growl back.
“Of course, you’re not.” Storm mutters, rolling his eyes, “Just say what people normally say to you.”
“I did!” I reply, slightly panicking, “He’s the first person that gave me any comfort! Okay, I’m going to just talk. I really am okay. I wouldn’t be able to talk to you if I wasn’t right?” I say, trying to use logic. His fangs retract. “I get it, I do. Memories are pulling you under, but they’re not real, look.” I say, grabbing his hand and placing it over my heart, his eyes clear more. “See still beating. Let’s try some distracting facts. Did you know that spaghetti freaks me out?” I ask, and he cracks a smile.
“Why?” He asks roughly.
“Because it looks like worms.” I smile, and he laughs. “You laugh, but father made me eat nothing but worms for an entire month once.”
