Celestial War: Chapter two
Another Chapter!
A scream ripped through the rundown hospital as Garmadon followed after Christopher.
“Cynder!” He yelped, skidding to a stop and looking back over his shoulder.
“Shit!” Christopher cried as he slammed his heels into the ground. “Give him here!”
“You can’t lift him!” Snapped Garmadon.
“I think I can move again!” Zane yelped.
“Don’t force yourself!” Garmadon looked at him.
“Shut up and go to her!” Zane hissed.
“Are you sure?” Chistopher asked.
“Just go!” Zane managed to squirm his way out of Garmadon’s grasp.
With a swift nod, Garmadon turned and ran down the hall.
“I hope Cynder is alright…” Zane whimpered, looking at his creator.
“Me too.” He nodded in agreement.
“Cynder!” Garmadon yowled, nearly slipping on an unknown liquid.
“What the hell?” The room was foggy, and the thick musty scent in the room made him gag.
“Cyns?” He managed to choke out. No reply. He squinted and walked further into the room.
When the fog began to clear, he gasped.
“Amanda!” He yelped, attempting to rush to her side. The moment his foot hit another puddle, his feet went out from underneath him.
He hissed as he caught himself, nearly bashing the front part of his head. When he looked up, nothing was on the wall. No Cynder wrapped in webs. Just dingy old wallpaper that was falling off slowly. The musty scent had dissipated.
Pushing himself to his feet, he looked around. He let out a light growl as a warning before rushing to the bed Cynder had been in last.
“Amanda!” He shook her. “Wake up!”
“Garmadon…?” She opened her eye, swatting his hands away. “What… What…?”
“Are you alright?” Garmadon swiftly asked.
“I’m fine…” Cynder murmured, closing her eye again.
“Cynder, why did you scream?” He shook her softly.
“Didn’t scream.” She groaned as she rolled onto her other side.
“Come on now… don’t lie.” He grumbled.
“Not lying. Didn’t scream.” She waved him off.
“You… Are you messing with me?” He asked.
“Seriously?” Cynder turned to face him. “I’m not fucking with you. I’m sorry for passing out on you, I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Cynder… you didn’t pass out on me? You were all wrapped in webs on the wall when I got in here!” He gave her a weird look.
“What the hell are you talking about?” She grunted as she sat up, smacking the hands that tried to lay her back.
“You shouldn’t be sitting up…” Garmadon sighed. “We must both be tired, I think we may be seeing things.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Don’t pull that shit on me.” Cynder snapped. “I know you’re hiding something!”
“I-I’m not hiding anything!” Garmadon yelped.
“Liar!” Cynder moved to get up.
“Alright, fine! If I tell you, will you lie back down?” Garmadon bit his lip.
“Fine.” Cynder nodded, stopping in her tracks and lying back.
“I saw you… all tied up in webs on the wall. Zane, Christopher and I all heard you scream.” He looked away from her, feeling guilt swelling in his chest.
“What the hell… All I know is I saw one of your shadows last night, at least I think it was yours.” She looked away from him.
“Cynder, I didn’t place any of my shadows on this floor.” Garmadon blinked.
“How odd. Are you sure it was me who you heard screaming?” She looked at him.
“Yes, I’m one hundred percent positive.” He mumbled.
“Shit.”
“What?”
“Then whatever is going on can turn into us or at least sound like us.”
“Fuck.”
“Exactly.”
“We need to figure out what’s around us then. I’d hate to move the troops again.” He sighed heavily.
“We might have to, even if it means temporarily splitting up. It’s better than everyone dying or getting hurt.” She grabbed his hand.
“Damn!” He yanked his hand back.
“What?!” She snapped.
“Your hands are cold!” He yelped, making her laugh. “Don’t laugh! Your hands are freezing! You feel like an ice cube!”
“Isn’t that better than me having a fever from infection?” Cynder asked, prompting Garmadon to touch her forehead.
“You still have a fever, dumbass.” He smirked.
“Yeah, fuckhead?” She smirked back as he leaned over her and stole a kiss. “So what are we going to do?”
“I’m going to talk with Wu, we can’t do much when our main fighters are either incredibly hurt, or away on missions. All we can do is try to find the issue.” Garmadon got up. Cynder snagged his arm before he could move away from the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Stay, please. I want to cuddle.” She whined.
“Cynder… I need to talk to my brother.” He yanked his arm away.
“Just because you’re a demon, doesn’t mean you don’t need sleep, old man.” She grumbled, crossing her arms.
“I know I need to sleep. I’ll come back once I’ve talked things out with Wu, please get some more sleep. Something weird is going on around here.” Garmadon patted her head.
“I want to cuddle… You’re nice and warm. I’m freezing.” Cynder pouted.
“Cynder-”
“Fine. Go talk to your brother and ex-wife!” She huffed, immediately turning away from him.
“Cynder, don’t be like that.” He reached out, placing a hand to her shoulder. She smacked it off.
“No. You always do this, Garm. I love you and you… You never make time for me, then you go off on Zane, being all jealous when it’s you who isn’t making time for me.” She curled up, trying to warm herself.
Garmadon stood there for a moment or two, before sighing and crawling onto the bed.
“And who said you could join me now?” She huffed as he wrapped his arms around her.
“I did. You’re right… I don’t spend nearly as much time with you as I should. I nearly lost you and… and yet I’m so worried about everything else going on that I haven’t spent any time with you at all… I have no right to be jealous if I can’t make time to at least snuggle you for ten minutes.” Garmadon sighed.
Cynder wiggled, squirming slightly. She looked back at him as he pulled her waist up to his.
“You’re just saying that.” She squirmed more as he buried his face in her shoulder.
“No. I miss this.” He mumbled. His eyes felt so heavy. Why was he so much more tired now?
“I miss you too.” She chuckled lightly, turning around to face him. Moving made her body ache, and it made her want to scream, but she wanted to see his face. She needed to know if he was lying or not.
The tired smile he wore told her everything she needed to know. The bags underneath his red eyes made her chuckle.
“You’ve been up too long.” She kissed his cheek.
“Come on, none of that.” He smiled as he stole a kiss.
“Mmm, I’ve missed your kisses.” She purred.
“Maybe you’ll get more if you rest up and actually take care of yourself for once.”
“Such loud words from a man who usually doesn’t care for himself either.”
“Shut your mouth.” Garmadon laughed.
“Make me!” Cynder giggled.
With a roll of his eyes, Garmadon grabbed her chin and kissed her. In that moment, nothing else mattered. His chest ached as he had to pull away.
“I love you so much, I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel as though I don’t.” He held her close, thinking over the image of her on the wall. She hadn’t been moving. Nor breathing.
“I love you too… I know you love me, Garm, I just wish you’d spend more time with me. I know you’re busy, so I try not to hold it against you.” She lightly chuckled, before frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“What I saw earlier… You were dead. Hung up like some child’s art project on a fridge. It… it hurt to see. It hurts to think that you might be killed. I’ve been… taking for granted the fact that you love me and our time together. I need to spend more time with you.” He held her tightly, pulling her body to his to help warm her. She didn’t feel cold to the touch, she felt boiling, but he knew she felt cold. That’s all that mattered. She felt cold, and he wanted to help her feel warm again.
“You’re stupid. You think I’ll just let someone kill me? Garmadon, I love you and I desperately want to be with you. I want to be your wife one day. I can’t be your wife if I end up dying.” Cynder bluntly stated.
“Cynder-”
“No, I won’t die. Not until all this over, not until we’ve lived a full life together. I will see the end of this war. I started it, and I will finish it.”
Garmadon stared at her serious expression, placing his forehead to hers,
“Then I’ll do all I can to help support you.”
“You already do.” Cynder chuckled, stealing another kiss. “You send me to fight, you send me with people who know my skill level and can react properly. Zane and I work wonders in a fight. Lloyd too. The others are good fighters, but they don’t know how to match me like those two do.”
“That’s because they look for strengths and weaknesses in their partners and opponents.” Garmadon held her close, petting her slick hair, the greasy feeling made him cringe. “You need to shower. Desperately.”
“I need to wash my hair, I know. But it’s hard to do. Especially when running water is such a… commodity. Maybe I should cut it.” Cynder sighed, looking at her hair.
“You don’t have to. I’ll help you wash it. It won’t take as long if we both do it.” Garmadon smiled.
“I don’t want to waste water.” She mumbled.
“Cynder, I know you, you love your long hair.” He pet her head.
“Yeah, I do but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s hard to take care of. Besides, you think I’d look cute with short hair, don’t you?” She smiled a little, despite the ache in her chest.
“Even if I did, I know you love your long hair and it helps you feel close to your late brother. I know how much you miss him brushing your hair every night.” Garmadon sighed.
“Time change, and I’m not a little girl anymore. Even if I miss Henry, I’m not some child. I can’t keep having my hair yanked in battle.” Cynder pet her long hair.
“It’s your choice, if you so choose to cut your hair, then I will help you.” He pressed his forehead to hers. The warmth of her forehead made him frown, it worried him. “What a horrible infection.” He mumbled, his pupils flickered to slits before reverting to circles.
“You’re just figuring that out?” She blinked.
“I was worried it was attached to your soul, but no. It’s just a nasty infection in your body. I just… didn’t realize it was so ugly.” He held her close, letting her rest her head on his chest.
“It’s an infection. It wasn’t going to be pretty.” She giggled. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“You need to rest. I’ll sleep once I know you’re out.” Garmadon looked around the room, spotting Zane’s backpack and feeling guilt slip into his mind.
“You’re worried.” Cynder commented.
“Yeah, Zane wasn’t able to move for a while. I’m worried that we won’t be able to save him.” He sighed heavily.
“We’ll figure it out, I’m not just about to sit by and let my best friend die.” Cynder stated.
“You have a lot of faith in the fact we’ll be able to find a cure.” He fidgeted under her judgemental glare.
“There has to be one, Garm, and if I can’t find it… then I’ll summon Lord Death and make a deal. To end all this bloodshed, to end the people getting hurt.” Cynder grunted as Garmadon squeezed her.
“We’ll figure this out, I’m not about to lose you. You’re not making a deal with Lord Death, let that be a last resort… besides, how would you even summon him?”
“I… I don’t know. I’ll find a way.”
“Do you even think he’d help?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not about to let everyone die.”
Garmadon sighed, smiling a little at her resolve.
“You really are a jealous man.” Cynder chuckled and kissed him.
“Yes, yes I am. You’re mine, Cynder, I don’t like the thought of you dying to save Zane… or even me for that matter. I want you alive. I need you alive.” Garmadon’s cheeks were dusted with a light pink.
“Maybe once I’m feeling better, we can have some fun. Go on a little date. Like we used to. Even if it’s just us sitting and talking on the roof of the place, I want more time with you, Lord.”
“Oh god, please don’t call me by my first name.”
Cynder burst out laughing, smiling genuinely.
“By god, you’ll be the death of me!” Garmadon laughed with her, smiling.
“No way! God nor Death can have you!” Cynder giggled.
Garmadon gently pushed her head against his chest, his eyelids felt even heavier than they did before.
“Mmm, we don’t do this enough.” She commented, allowing him to put her head against him.
“We really don’t.” He nodded, nuzzling her.
“Good night, Garmadon.”
“Good night, Cynder.”
Garmadon struggled to keep his eyes from closing, watching Cynder. Once her eye was closed, he rested his head down and dozed off.
“Well this isn’t a sight you see everyday.” A chuckle came, waking Garmadon from his sleep.
“Let us sleep, Kai.” Garmadon grumbled.
“See! I told you, you were being too loud!” Snapped a female voice.
“Look who’s being loud now, Nya!” Kai snapped back.
“Can you both shut up?” Cynder grumbled, not bothering to open her eye.
“Op! We’re sorry to have woken you guys!” Nya yelped.
“I see you’re both back from your missions. Did you manage to get anything?” Garmadon asked, rubbing his eye with one hand and rubbing Cynder’s back with the other.
“Yeah, not much but we managed to get some more medical supplies. And-” Nya motioned to the bed. “A few nice fluffy blankets!”
Cynder gasped, looking at the blanket that rested on top of Garmadon and her.
“Thank you.” Garmadon chuckled.
“Thank you!” Cynder grinned.
“Anytime, Cynder.” Nya smiled. “You need to stop getting hurt, you know.”
“Oh shut up! Getting hurt is normal.” Kai huffed, crossing his arms.
“No it isn’t. Not the amount Cynder does at least.” Nya crossed her arms, glaring at Kai.
“I mean, it can be normal, but we’d rather it not be.” Garmadon explained.
“I’m aware, but in a battle like this, my own safety… it can be cast aside. I heal faster than most after all.” Cynder sighed.
“We know that, but that doesn’t mean you should keep sacrificing your health to save everyone.” Nya let her arms fall to her side as she frowned. “Besides, Garmadon needs you! You can’t marry him if you’re dead.”
“Wait-” Garmadon spoke up.
“Nya, he might know I want to be his wife eventually but-” Cynder began.
“Oh yeah! I found what you asked for, Cynder!” Nya smiled.
“Nya!” Cynder yelped as a small box was pulled from Nya’s pocket.
“See!” She opened the box to show a small pair of matching silver rings.
Garmadon stared at Cynder, “You actually want to marry me?”
“Yes, dumbass.” Cynder snagged the box from Nya and sighed. “I was going to wait until this battle was over to ask you… because I know you’re a busy man and I don’t want you to be shackled to me if I’m just going to die on you.”
“Oh Cynder…” Garmadon pet her cheek with his thumb. “I want to be your husband, and… I don’t know if this fight will ever be over. I don’t want to wait for an eternity to be yours.”
“Heh… I was scared you were going to say no.” She chuckled nervously.
“Why would he say no?” Kai blinked.
“Because I’m a paranoid bitch who gets hurt too much.” Cynder grumbled.
“True.” Kai nodded.
Garmadon glared at him before turning his attention back to Cynder. “I would never say no. I want to be your husband, just as much as you want to be my wife… regardless of our circumstances… I want to be yours.”
“You were always mine.” Cynder smiled.
“Then give me the ring.” Garmadon chuckled.
“What?” Cynder gave him a weird look.
“Oh for christ sake, Cynder!” Nya shouted. “Give him the ring! He’s saying he wants to marry you too!”
“I know that! But the ring deserves a ceremony!” Cynder snapped.
“I didn’t know you wanted a wedding.” Garmadon chuckled.
“I-I have dreams too, ya know!” Cynder growled.
“I know that, I just didn’t think you had any domestic dreams like that.” Nya laughed.
“S-Shut up!” Cynder shouted, the red on her cheeks made Garmadon snicker. “Why are you laughing?!”
“Because you’re cute.” Garmadon silenced her with a kiss.
“We should go give the rest of the blankets out.” Nya commented to Kai.
“Leave one for Zane, please.” Garmadon motioned to the other bed.
“We’re one step ahead of you.” Kai nodded, motioning to the rolled up blanket beside Zane’s backpack.
“Thank you.” Garmadon smiled.
“We should leave the love birds alone.” Nya giggled.
“Oh shut up and leave already!” Cynder hissed.
“Okay, okay!” Nya laughed as she darted from the room.
“Nya! Wait up!” Kai called after her, following her out of the room.
Garmadon chuckled as he looked at Cynder,
“Do you actually want a wedding?”
“Yeah.” She nodded her head.
“That seems out of character for you.” Garmadon commented. “You’re usually not that into traditional things.”
“I never said the wedding would be traditional, either way, I want one. Even if just to say to the world “He’s mine!” or something like that.” Cynder chuckled.
“That… sounds more like you.” Garmadon laughed.
When Cynder’s smile faded, he raised a brow.
“I hope he’s okay.” She motioned to Zane’s bed.
“Me too.” Garmadon nodded in agreement. “Me too.”
