#evxefrye

As Jacob continued to hug Evie, his hand came to pat the object she had hid behind her back- but the man knew better. Despite the complete and utter teasing tone he used, he wasn’t so mean as to try and swipe what he assumed to be his gift from her hands.

AN ALL OUT WAR AFTER THAT

“Well--” he began, glancing down to the beer in his hand. “I guess it’s just habit, you know? I’d have to go hard in on some shots or something to get trashed, but then again I don’t really drink to get drunk anymore.”

There was not much else he knew, half-lying, half-sitting slumped against a wall on the way to Waterloo station where the train was stopping that night. In the fight, Jacob took down a dozen or so of them, but in his drunken state he was no match for all of them, bleeding and wounded beyond reckoning, he used his grappling hook to launch himself up the side of the building. The adrenalin had kept him on his feet for some time as he stumbled home towards the station. That was all he remembered and he was fading fast…

     “Move–!!”               Jacob practically through the attending nurse aside as he rushed to his sister’s side, not caring about manners or politeness, or- anything….he didn’t care…nothing mattered, nothing but his sister. Nothing had ever mattered, but his sister. She’d been his world growing up, his family, his lifeline, his protector, his savior–                                   His everything….                    “Evie-…”                                 his voice cracked as he hovered over her, unsure what he could do, how to help her- he couldn’t, he never could- she’d always helped him. What could he do?                                             What could he do!?               “Evie please……..”                                   he begged as he clutched at her hand,             a thud as he dropped to his knees beside her, pulling her hand close to his chest. It felt like he was made of glass and he was shattering apart… He wanted to be able to do something for her! Before he’d always had an enemy he could fight, but how did one fight Death? Where was he? How did he find him-? Jacob would take him on if he could- he swore it-….                            He swore it…….       Droplets fell against their clasped hands, his forehead pressing to it- he’d never cried like this-…not like this, but he felt like he was being ripped apart. He’d been beaten, he’d been battered and stabbed and shot and poisoned and- everything you could possibly imagine, but none of that had hurt so much as this. He’d take all that pain a thousand fold to not feel this.                 Not this….                             He felt sick.            He wanted to throw up. He wanted to scream, to shout, to punch something, someone, to fight, to not move at all, to stop breathing entirely-      What was he supposed to do without her?                   He- he didn’t even know who he was without her…..                          “Evie you can’t leave me…..”                                               he cried out…..          “You can’t….not you too….you can’t- it’s not fair…don’t- please…don’t leave me alone here….”                        he begged her, squeezing her hand.          He felt as if he was going to start choking on his own words- please, someone…tell him this was a bad dream…someone wake him from this nightmare…                            Make it end-                                                   Make this stop….                                                                                   Please!

   There was a glare,         when eyes parted to try and view the room around him...light filtered in through the curtains that they’d drawn up around him, but still...it all felt too bright as he raised an arm to try and block it out-      wincing at the strain it put on his abdomen,                  pulling at the bandaging and stitches that covered his bared abdomen which he’d only just noticed....        Where was he?                  He didn’t recognize this place?        It was hard to make out much....but it was easy to place the pieces together, the framework of last night slotting together in his mind like a tapestry that had to re-weave itself after being torn apart though....still...there seemed to be a few pieces missing here and there, but it was then he noticed a warmth amidst the frigid cold that wracked his frame...           A pair of hands wrapped tightly around one of his own, turning to see the top of his sister’s head where she had drifted off against his arm-       Had she sat at his bed side the entire night?                                                How long had he been here-?               “Evie......?”                        he whispered in a soft tone, gently trying to rouse her from her slumber- he’d be all too happy to let her sleep longer, but....he could not shake the unsettled nerves this place stirred within his gut, nor the-...unmistakable prickle creeping up his arm telling him she had indeed begun to cut off circulation to those fingers, his free hand brushing across the top of her head,                        “Sister-......?”       -Ngh....                 he shouldn’t move so much....they’d patched him up-...but he still felt like he’d gotten a hole punched through his chest- AHAH-...oh wait...                                              ....he had....

Rebecca gave out a fully hardy laugh before taking the seat beside the girl. “You really should at least tell your Mentor about Jacob. Guy’s gonna get himself knocked off one of these days... or do something really stupid,” she warned.

                      “Oh come on, Evie--                                                             Live a little!”