"Well before this war ends, I'm going to find you a reason to live. A good one too." Rowan decided giving Yuki a tired smile. "And of course you're my friend. Come on, Yuki. It's fate or destiny or whatever you want to call it."
“Find me a reason to live?”, Yuki echoed. “You mean besides killing President Harris?”
"Mhm." She hummed in response, looking almost proud despite the situation they were both in. "I'll find you something or someone that will give you purpose. I, for example, live because puppies exist." Rowan jested, giving Yuki a playful nudge.
“Puppies are cute, but they aren’t exactly a reason to live for me. I guess we could try to find something.”, Yuki said. “I can’t exactly say that I like living solely for another’s death.”
"I wouldn't imagine that it's fun. Seriously, just trust me, okay? I can do this." Rowan opened her arms for a hug, looking at Yuki expectantly.
Yuki hugged Rowan. It was strange. She had never hugged anyone since the death of her parents. She sort of liked the hug.
(AWWW their friendship is so perfect)
"Haven't hugged anyone in awhile, huh?" Rowan commented, feeling how stiff Yuki was. "I'll fix that too." She stated, pulling away from Yuki.
“Haven’t hugged anyone since my parents’ deaths.”, Yuki said. “Why do you care so much about me?”
"Cause we're friends." Rowan emphasized the word, dragging it out slowly. "Friends care about each other."
“Wow! Awesome!”, Yuki said.
"I am pretty awesome." Rowan smirked. She traced the thin white scars left on her leg from her wound. The warm feeling from the injection was still prominent. It felt weird. Both comforting and threatening at the same time. "Is it getting hot in here?" Rowan asked, wiping sweat of her forehead.
“No, I’m fine. Are you feeling okay?”, Yuki asked.
"Yeah, of course, Yuki." Rowan smiled, trying not to worry her friend. Her palms were sweaty now. She was starting to get uncomfortable, growing hot in her clothing. "Could you grab me a water?" She asked quickly, her breathing becoming increasingly shallow.
“You’re not okay! You stay here. I’ll get you some water. Do you need Dr. Armand?”, Yuki said.
"I'm fine. Probably just dehydrated. Get me the water, Yuki." Rowan snapped through gritted teeth. She felt feverish now, her face was growing red and sweat poured down her face. Rowan leaned back against the wall, desperate for something cool against her hot skin and the bed sheets sticking to her.
Yuki ran to get water. She grabbed an ice cold water from Dr. Armand’s office. She brought the water back to Rowan. “What else can I do!?”, she asked. “Please don’t die.”, she added.
Without a word Rowan snatched the water from Yuki with shaky hands. She chugged it, enjoying the cold relief it gave her, but it only lasted a few seconds. "G-Get more. Fast as possible." She begged, shoving the glass back at Yuki. Her entire body was starting to shake now and she felt weak, her limbs like jello.
“I’m getting the doctor! You’re not fine!”, Yuki yelled. “I’ll get some more water for you too.” Yuki ran out of the room.
Rowan panted, her skin felt like it was boiling. It hurt. She closed her eyes, desperate for relief of any kind.
(I wish I hadn't went to my band concert. But yeah, I read all of the posts, and god it is so emotional. I'm playing the Kodiak-Nyir scene (the one where Nyir tells Kodiak she cares for him) over and over in my head and wanting to cryyyy)
(And oops. Not 'band concert'. Meant 'band tour')
Armand was sitting in his room procrastinating his next experiments. He didn't want to begin the testing, in all reality it made him feel terrible and dirty. But he needed to push his feelings away; he'd become good at that, why was it so hard now?
Yuki was gone. Rowan was somewhere in Armand's office, getting doses of probably some sort of poisonous liquid. Petree was alone. Stupid Harris. Stupid everyone. What was the point of living as an independent 'rebel' if there was no hope? What if Rowan and Yuki are dead?
No. She couldn't think like that.
She looked at the pathway she'd followed.
I'm going back, she decided.
A FEW HOURS LATER
The window was locked. (Insert swear word between brackets). And it was made of this weird material that she couldn't break with her fist-
President Harris's sword! She still had it in her bag… yup. She swung her sword as hard as she could at the window.
It came apart in a shower of dust things, like the material that made up the window… evaporated.
"Petree?" came a faint voice. Rowan! Petree looked down. Oh no. Rowan looked terrible, like she just gotten thrown into a lava pool and then wiped with a metal mop. (Yes, guys, a metal mop. :) )
Beside her stood Yuki, a worried expression printed on her face.
"Kodiak's in trouble." Yuki informed her.
(Gosh I've gotta wait to join back in I'm in a sess. right now with my friends.)
(Seriously? Don't take this as an offensive comment, but I think I'm the only one who has a reasonable sleep schedule. But my life is basically just wake up, school, skateboard home, read, read, read, write, computers, computers, read, homework, procrastination x5, sleep, repeat.)
(guys u need to come back. As soon as the gladitor duel starts, I have the best plot twist I can possibly think of.)
Can I add my character, Ainnik? He's with President Harris. He's the sneaky kind, the kind that would rather catch someone in a trap than fight them.
He's 16, has brown hair and brown eyes. Works as someone to help train the Milita-men/women.
(Omg annie wtf u doing here?)
(I know Annie in "real life". If there is such thing as "real life".)
