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thomas north bale
 Posted: Aug 4 2013, 10:46 PM
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sometimes it hurts to open my eyes

Breathe in. Breathe out. Close your eyes and listen to the sounds; rain pounding on the grass, thunder rolling in the sky. Too loud to hear yourself breathing, but you can still hear the rush of blood in your ears, and the pounding of your heart...

"Easy Thomas..." He muttered, his grip tightening on the gun in his hands. His eyes opened again but the land was a void of darkness. Sheets of rain surrounded him, falling sideways from thick black clouds. This was no place for someone to be standing, this was a world tossed into chaos by a twisted version of nature. The clouds too dark, the water to hard and icy cold against the skin. An unnatural storm that screamed in his ears, pushing and pulling him in every direction at once. He should have been frightened, properly terrified. This was the kind of storm that men didn't come out of the, the kind of darkness that hid monsters and masked men and who knows what else.

Only he'd been in a storm like this before. That night at sea, with the waves crashing over the sides of their ship, there had been just as much water. The cold he'd felt when he'd fallen beneath those waves was the same; a deep bone chill. The rumble of thunder and the flash of lightning? Those had been there too, drowning out the yells of his shipmates and making the world sound too loud and too quiet all at once. Like the sound had reached a point where you couldn't hear it anymore. This was better anyway. He was on land, the storm didn't rock the earth on which he stood. There was no chance that he'd fall over the side, because there were none all the way out here. Yes, this was much better, the land flat and solid beneath his feet was his anchor. It's what made him calm in the middle of all that chaos.

What was he even doing out here?

He wasn't that far from camp, at least he didn't think he was, considering he could see very far in all of this. As much as he didn't fear the storm, he didn't want to be standing in it either. Yet there was something out here. Something that had brought this storm with it, or sensed it coming and used it for cover. They'd seen it before the clouds rolled in and blocked out the sun, making it as dark as night and so much colder. A dragon, or some twisted beast that looked like one.

They should have retreated, fallen back into the fortress, and locked up what they could. Faced it on ground they might actually stand a chance. Except the storm made it hard to hear and as much as he'd yelled to try and locate the other people who'd come out with him, he couldn't hear any response. It made him nervous, anxious, his legs itching to bolt like a rabbit in a direction he hoped led to home, but instead he stayed glued to his spot. He had a tree to his back, and that small sense of comfort was enough to keep him rooted. They can't sneak up on you, his mind told him. His eyes closed again, tired from trying to see through water, as he lifted a hand to take his hat from his head. Sliding it into his pocket, he sucked in a breath and considered his options.

It was highly likely the other men had gone back already. In fact he was almost positive that if they hadn't gotten lost, they were probably already back at camp. So it shouldn't be too bad if he went back himself...right?

Crunch

Thomas felt his eyes shoot open and his whole body freeze. His hands tightened around the gun, not even sure if it would work in all this water, but taking comfort from it anyway. Whatever made that noise, was big. Big enough or close enough that he could hear it above the storm. Somewhere inside of him his heart jumped up to his chest and he realized he had to run. It didn't even matter which direction, he just had to get out of there and fast.

By the time he got his legs working there were more sounds. A beast, crashing through the trees, louder then the thunder that rained down from the sky. He splashed through deep puddles of mud and rain, his body dragged down by clothes soaked through with water. He could feel adrenaline rushing through him, warming his veins, but at the same time there was the exhaustion from the cold that had curled itself around his bones. He wasn't going to die out here. He refused.

He just couldn't see where he was going, he didn't know if he was running into the forest or heading for the fortress. He couldn't even see his hands in front of his face, and if he wasn't floundering through a particularly deep puddle he was tripping over roots and rocks. Each time he fell, or had to stop and catch himself before he did, he heard the thing getting closer. Could almost imagine it breathing down his neck. When he got home Eila was going to have his head for coming out here, he could see it already.

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He didn't know when it happened. It hadn't sounded like it had gotten any closer. Thought admittedly he probably should have realized that he couldn't trust his ears as a good judge of distance in all of this.

So when the strike came he was probably more surprised then hurt. He liked to think that his running and constant falling had maybe saved him for once, keeping it from making any real contact. Except that he''d felt claws rake his side, and the sheer force of the blow sent him off his feet.

He hit the ground hard enough to get the breath knocked out of him, and a sharp pain, plus a sound he didn't really like, as his arm smacked against a rock or a tree...whatever, it was something hard and painful, effectively knocked his gun from his fingers. He couldn't hear himself cry out but he knew that's what he did, right before the thing roared in his face, a deafening sound shook the ground and made him flinch. He hurt everywhere, when his hand fell to his side he could feel the warmth of his blood and pain

"Fuck-"

Yeah, not his usual vocabulary but, god damn that hurt. Closing his eyes for a second he tried to get his breath back,

Only the thing came at him again if he hand't felt the water moving before it reached him, he probably would have lost his face. Instead he fell back, scrambling with his good arm to try and get some distance between them.

Maybe he was going to die out here.

The thing roared again and Thomas flinched, and tried to move faster, forcing his less cooperative arm to try and find the gun he'd dropped. His fingers barely scraped over something that felt like it might be what he was looking for, when he was screaming. A heavy weight pressed down on his back, claws digging into his skin and pushing him into the mud.

Frantic he ignored the pain, ignored the sound of tearing that came with it, and squirmed forward. Hand desperately trying to curl around the handle of his gun. He couldn't feel his fingers, couldn't feel anything but pain broadcasting from his arm, but somehow....

"Got yah`" He hissed.

The next part happened in quick flashes, like the gunshots. He struggled through pain, and a growing sense of lightheadedness to turn enough to aim in the creatures general direction. The first shot made contact out of sheer luck and the air was ripped by the sound of a pained scream. He felt the thing rear back, and without the weight pining him down he turned onto his back and aimed back into the darkness. Firing off seven more shots and hearing screeches of pain and anger accompanying at least half of them. He kept pulling the trigger even after it clicked to show him it was empty. Kept pulling the trigger until he felt the weight of whatever it was, fall across half of his body.

Dead weight.

He didn't know if he'd ever felt so relieved in his life. His hand fell back down and the empty gun fell from numb fingers. It didn't matter that he didn't think he had the strength to move it, or that his breathing felt strained. He was alive. In more pain than he'd ever thought possible, but alive.

He could sleep now, wait for the storm to end....

"Eila and John are going to kill me." He mumbled sleepily, eyes growing heave. Oh well....wait till they saw what he'd killed, that might soften the anger a little bit. Maybe they'd be proud.


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 Posted: Aug 5 2013, 11:36 AM
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They were only suppose to be escorting people to the camp. Just doing their job. Helping those who needed assistance. Though, as the great Stan Lee once wrote, "With great power comes great responsibility>" Which was what tonight was leading up to.

It wasn't hard to tell it was going to storm. The sky made that obvious. It was darkening and you could feel the temperature drop degree by degree the closer it got. The males of the group had gone out in a search party, to make sure nothing was coming in that didn't need to come in, while Lola and the remaining Resistance members on this mission made sure everything made it to the encampment in one piece.

Among those that left, was Thomas. Eila's boyfriend, and a silent friend of Lola's. Eila was off running errands, and she promised that nothing would become of him. That he would make it home in one piece.

So she started to worry when the clouds got darker and there were noises that didn't normally come with a storm. Thomas was still out there, even when the other men had came back with their tails between their legs as the rain started to fall in sheets.

Pacing the entryway, her arms wrapped around herself tightly, she was first to know who came back. So after an hour of no Thomas, she started to panic. No one else was going to go out and look for him. No one was going to send a search party.

She wasn't going to have it.

Grabbing a medical supply pack, and some much needed items for survival, she donned a headband strapped with a flashlight and made her way out into the storm.

Her forcefield was engaged, making the rain hurt less than it should, as she trucked through the rising waters and mud. This was terrible and Thomas shouldn't have stayed out. Shouldn't have stayed out at all. Shielding her face with an arm in an attempt to see better, it only proved to be useless. Even with the flashlight on her head and her forcefield keeping her eyes dry, it was hard to see.

She followed the sounds instead.

There was a sound that obviously wasn't human, nor was it part of the storm. Oh God Thomas, where are you?" Exhaling through her nose she turned invisible and shut the light off. Best to save the battery while she can. Ducking low branches and stumbling over roots, her worry only grew.

Eila was going to kill the both of them.

A loud roar made her jump with a startled scream that was washed away by the heavy rain. That had to be where Thomas was, she just had that feeling. So with as much haste as she could muster, she made her way in the direction.

The sight that greeted her eyes when she was finally within distance to see anything had her screaming out Thomas' name. He was being chased by.... something and it didn't look like Thomas was winning. Stumbling into whatever action she could, she watched everything in slow-motion.

There was a swipe and she saw his mouth open in a scream she couldn't hear.
He was crawling through the mud trying to find his gun.
The thing lunged, teeth and claws bared.
The sight of an explosion made her eyes hurt from the sudden light.
The beast fell right on top of him.

Almost like the movies, everything seemed to come back to regular speed. Stumbling and slipping in the mud, she kept screaming out Thomas' name, in hopes that he could hear her. She needed to get to him. Needed to make sure he was okay.

Eila was really going to kill them.

When she finally reached him, hear breathing was heavy as she tried to push the monster from him. Even with her dry hands, she wasn't able to move it. Calling out his name once more, she placed her again on his. She had to move this thing, but she was nothing like her father. She couldn't lift him and throw him. She had to use her head.

Closing her eyes and exhaling, she held out her arms and focused. It was something Knight and Eila, especially Knight- what with his fireballs playing target practice with her face, had told her time and time again. Channeling her thoughts to her hands and the thing on top of her friend, she winced as the cold, hard rain cut through her once dry exterior. Don't think about it. Don't think about the cold. Think about Thomas. Eila. Focus.

Feeling the strain, she pushed herself harder, cracking an eye to see the thing just inches above Thomas. Quickly shutting her eye once more, she gave a loud grunt and shoved with her arms before letting go. Even through the heavy downpour of the rain, she heard- even felt- the thud of the creature landing hopefully beside Thomas.

Opening her eyes, she tried to blink away the rain as she held out her arms. Why she was holding them out, she wasn't sure. How bad was he hurt? Where was he hurt? Silently she cursed herself for nothing thinking this all the way through. It was almost like Charlie all over again, only this time she actually knew the person. Placing a hand on his face, she tried to wipe away some of the mud from his face. Shaking her head, she muttered stupid, before she looked up to see a large tree not too far from them.

If she could get them there she could better assess the situation.

"Thomas. Thomas! Can you hear me? It's Lola. C'mon, Thomas!" Giving him a gentle shake, she didn't stop until she saw his eyes open. "Thomas can you hear me? Please, Thomas. Thomas come on. Eila's waiting for you. Thomas....." The rain was cold, and it hurt, and she just wanted to start dragging him to shelter, but she knew it wasn't the wisest decision.


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 Posted: Sep 4 2013, 11:57 AM
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sometimes it hurts to open my eyes

Even with the weight off his chest it took him a minute to realize he could breath easy again. Even longer to hear the voice calling to him through the still pouring rain and the fog of pain that had coiled around his mind. The last strings of adrenaline were unraveling from his blood, and exhaustion was settling in its place. Without that rush the dull aches became sharp and painful, the warmth seeping out of him through his soaked clothing. He could have slept right then and there, it didn't even matter how cold it was. The only thing he could do without was that voice, distant and urgent, but not clear enough to make out and growing fuzzier.

He groaned, shifting, trying to move enough to swat whoever was bothering him away. Only his arm didn't move when he tried, and as much effort as it took he'd really only managed to move his head. Still, couldn't the person see he was trying to sleep? He needed to rest, he hurt everywhere...God did he hurt.

Feeling someone shake him, his eyes opened slowly. Like someone coming back from a deep sleep. The voice didn't sound so far away anymore, and a tiny voice in the back of him told him he recognized it. He'd begun to loose consciousness and now it rushed back in force as he realized that he wasn't in bed, but out in the rain. Any pains that had started to grow numb along with his mind, came into sudden jarring focus and he sucked in breath that felt more like a gulp of rainwater. Perhaps that was for the best, because water brought memories, and before his mind was started enough to tell him it was a bad idea, he was sitting up trying to cough some imagined water out of his lungs. Was he drowning aga-no pain, too much pain.

Biting back a yell, the sudden movement telling him that something inside was either bruised or broken, he almost fell back into the mud. Instead he forced himself to stay up, eyes moving to squint at the person that was next to him.

"L-Lola?" He flinched, fighting the urge to cough. There was no water. You don't have to worry about the water. His good hand clenched into the mud, anchoring him to the ground, telling him he was on land and not out at sea. "I'm up...I'm good...fine." He looked up, tried to smile, failed and focused on the ground.

He tried to move his other arm, sucked in a breath at the pain, and then left it hanging uselessly at his side. Eyes moving back to Lola "I'll be fine as long as we don't go on a ship..." That didn't really make sense, but then again he was starting to fade all over again. He just wanted to curl up and sleep he was so tired and he hurt. "I hurt too much, b-but I think I can move...is home close?" He glanced at her and had to blink a few time to really see her. Between the rain, mud, blood, and his own grogginess, she was blur that came in and out of focus. "Sorry to worry you...I didn't mean to.."


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 Posted: Sep 14 2013, 10:14 AM
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The rain the pounded around the two of them was cold. It made her hurt more than she previous had, and she couldn't even begin to think about how Thomas was feeling. Attempting to push her hair from her face, she couldn't help but groan as the hairband wasn't doing it's job properly.

She had taken to gently shaking him once the beast was off him, trying everything in her power short of actually hitting him to make him came back to. She didn't want to hurt him more, and she smiled widely when he groaned and tried to swat at her. Yes, that was a good sign. "That's it Thomas. Come on. Everything will be alright." She was really starting to sound like it mother, and she was overcome with confidence and pride. Most girls would have dreaded thinking they were anything like their mother, but obviously their mother wasn't a super hero either.

Pushing some of his hair from his face she held a hand over his eyes. She wasn't sure how it was going to help, or if it would actually help him at all, but she was just trying her hardest. He gasped and she winced when it turned into a strangled cry. Something was hurt, and she had no idea what it was, or how she could help with it. Where in the world was Johanna when you needed her? Lola didn't care if she had to be the one to carry all that hair of the girls, she just knew this would be easier if she were here.

Nodding her head at her voice, her face finally started to break into a small smile. "Yeah, it's me. Come on now. Don't push yourself. You're hurt, you knuckle-headed fool." She laughed weakly as she tried to lighten the gloom and doom that lingered around them. Lydia would have laughed. Or at least groaned at her attempt at dry humor at this point in time.

As he went to sit up, her hands quickly found his shoulders and she tried her best to help pull him up, seeing as he was only using one hand. His attempt to smile broke her heart, and she wondered how Eila was able to get anything done with this man around her almost all the time. "Don't lie to me Thomas, I can see if on your face." Her motherly instincts kicked in and her hand was at his cheek, trying to wipe off some of the mud as the rain continued to pour around them. "You really did yourself good this time, didn't you?"

Looking up past him, she saw the tree that would possibly keep them a bit drier than what they were. If she could get them there, she could at least get a towel or blanket out for him. Wrap him in that and toss a couple of those hand warmers in there. Anything to keep him from getting hypothermia, or pneumonia. His statement about ships made her brow wrinkle as she looked down at him. Even though they worked together sometimes, and shared some of the same friends, she really knew next to nothing about him. "I promise there will be no ships involved in our little adventure tonight."

The reply to how he was feeling made her wince again, and the look on her face could almost be reflected in his eyes. "I... we're still a ways away from the encampment. Thomas, how long were you by yourself? Everyone else came back with their tails tucked." Shaking her head, she knew now wasn't the time to be asking him questions. "There's a large tree just a few feet maybe? I'm not sure, but we're close. If I can get you there, I'll be able to at least give you a blanket and attempt to get you dried off."

Eyeing him over, she noticed how one arm was clutched to his body. So there was something wrong with his arm. Alright. Maybe, just maybe, he could crawl on his knees to the tree. Because she knew there would be no way she could carry him, let alone support him, to the tree.

"Thomas, Thomas look at me. Do you think you can crawl for a short distance? I know you hurt, and I'll try my best to help, but I need to get you out of this rain. Do you think you could do that for me? If not me, then do it for Eila? 'Cause she's already going to scold us." Maybe that would help. Give him Eila as motivation and he might be able to spare just a bit more before he could fully rest.

"I was hoping we could try to wait this storm out, or at least wait for some more light before I move you any form of long distance."


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sometimes it hurts to open my eyes

Trying to pay attention was really hard. A lot harder than he remembered it being before. It was like she was trying to talk to him through a wall, and he could just barely hear the words she was saying. On top of that his brain seemed to be taking forever to process any of it. He kept blinking at her, like he expected that to somehow make his sight clearer or help him to understand, but nothing happened. It was getting harder to understand and harder to stay sitting up. Whatever reserves of energy had helped him sit in the first place were draining away as the cold settled further into his bones and the rain weighed down on his body.

"G-good. I don't like ships." His voice sounded distant and breathy, a glassy look seemed to take over his features.

Turning to face her, he shook his head, trying to clear the fog that was seeping over his thoughts. "I don't remember..." Why had he stayed out here. He didn't even really know where out here was. "I-I was checking to see...I was looking.." for what? His eyes closed and he groaned in pain, brow furrowing in frustration. God he was so tired. "I was making sure no one stayed behind.." He finally muttered, focusing back on her.

"When can I lay down again?" He frowned. He didn't like hearing about having to get up. He'd already sat up, wasn't that enough? Even if getting out of the rain and dry sounded nice. In a distant, afterthought kind of way.

His head moved to go look at this tree she was talking about. Normally he would have gauged the distance pretty easily, but today his brain wasn't working, and the thing looked pretty damn far away. Could he make it? He didn't know...he almost didn't even want to try.

Then she mentioned Eila.

This time when he groaned it was more awake, less a sound of pain and more a consideration to just how that meeting was going to go. He didn't know how badly he was hurt, but he figured it wasn't good if even something simple like trying to stay conscious was so hard. "I can try.." He said a little quietly.

The thing was that he didn't want to try. Moving made a sharp, white hot pain shoot up his side. His sight seemed to blink out for a moment, but he gritted his teeth and ignored it. He wanted to try standing so he did. Getting to his feet was hard, and he questioned his ability to stay on them, but he was standing. Thing was he was also breathing like he'd been running nonstop up a hill, and gripping his side with his good arm like that would make the pain go away. "L-lets...do this.." he gasped, "for Eila...and you." he managed, even then a smile.


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Hm? Oh! Hi there! Is everything alright? I know everything around here seems scary, but there's nothing to be scared of! You see, there's this group. Filled with courageous beings. All looking out for you. Me? Oh. Heh. I'm just a nobody. Nothing special. But I'll help you the best I can.
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He was hurt, and he was hurt bad. Apart from the way he had trouble sitting up, you could tell it by the way he had to keep blinking his eyes. He probably hit his head on the ground, a tree root, anything. The poor thing probably had a concussion, and here was Lola trying to make him move. A terrible decision, really- but he really needed to get out of the rain. It wasn't doing either of them any good just sitting in it.

Nodding slowly as his words slowly slipped from his lips, she put an arm around him to keep him from falling back. He needed as much strength as he had left to be able to make it to the tree. There was honestly only so much she could do to help him, and she was so frail in this world.

Her heart seized in her chest as he asked to lay down again. The poor guy. "Soon Thomas, soon. I promise." The sooner I get you to the tree the sooner you can rest again. It was going to be a feat, but it was something that needed done.

She pointed to the tree and her worried face brightened a bit as he followed her finger. Asking if he could manage it, the look that fell upon his face made the hint of a smile fade. He was that far gone.... Closing her eyes she exhaled slowly. She was going to have to put more effort into the move than she could afford.

Upon mentioning Eila, something seemed to click inside of him. He groaned, and she could tell he understood where she was coming from. It was a groan that she too had made when she first ventured out into this horrible mess. At least she wasn't the only one aware of what the outcome would be when the blonde got a hold of them.

She just hoped they got to Johanna before Eila.

"You see where I'm coming from then. Good. Just think about Eila. Think about spending more time with her. That's the important thing here. Keeping that girl smiling. We can do this Thomas, I have faith in us." Encourage him, whatever it took. Something would have to give for them.

A small nod followed when he quietly answered her. She almost didn't catch it with the sound of the rain falling around them. But when he pushed himself from a sitting position to his knees, she was right there- one hand under his arm as the other pushed against her own bruised leg. It hadn't been that long since she had helped Charlie from freezing to death just outside of the Portal, but her leg told her otherwise.

When he was finally to his feet, she silently thanked whoever was listening, one for allowing him to get up, and two for him not being in his New York form. Here he was only a few inches taller than her. In New York, he had a good foot above her. There was no way she would have been able to hold him up. No way at all.

Draping one of his arms over her shoulder, she wrapped her other arm around his waist. "Alright Thomas." She spread her legs a bit, trying to grab for better footing as she straightened her shoulders. "Just lean against me, and we can make it to the tree, alright? It won't take long."

At least she hoped it wouldn't.

The first step was the hardest. It was the step that sank her boot into the mud. The step that took all of Thomas' weight and she gasped at the strain she needed to use to keep them both upright. Gritting her teeth, she pulled her foot from the mud and took the next step, the easier step. Thomas didn't need to see her straining. He was already feeling terrible, there was no reason for her to make it any worse.

Every step following that first one became easier, less strenuous as Thomas found whatever leftover reserve of strength and willpower he was withholding. They were just a few more steps away. They had this.

"We're... almost there.. Hun." Four more steps became three. Then whittled to two. Then one. The hand that was holding onto Thomas' arm shot out and braced against the tree as she shifted her weight to help him lean back against it.

She kept a hold of him as he slowly slid down against the tree, and it took everything from her to keep from dropping to her knees. There. Finally. Sliding her head down along the tree as she shakily got to her knees, she turned just slightly, letting her backpack slip from her shoulders to land in her lap as she sat on the ground beside him.

Panting heavily, she rested her head against the tree as she worked on catching her breath, feeling her knee protest at the work she required of it. Letting her head roll to the side, she looked over at Thomas, blindly having a hand reach out and rest on his leg. "S-see? Told... told you.. that we would... we would make it.."


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sometimes it hurts to open my eyes

He didn't remember being vertical feeling like this. Like he was miles above the ground and floating further away. That tree she was so keen on seemed to dance back and forth, sometimes close sometimes far, and making him wonder if it even existed in the first place. He would have questioned all of this, tossed everything up as some horrible nightmare. Except the pain that throbbed in one constant beat along his side, that patch of sticky warmth under his fingers, that some part of his mind (whatever part still worked) told him wasn't a good thing. "I hope so.." He could feel his eyes fighting the urge to close, his legs shaking like they were about to buckle under his own weight.

Swallowing he tried to do what she said. Tried to focus on Eila, and for a second it worked. He could see her as clearly as if she was standing right in front of him. For a moment the rain, the pain, all of it just fell away and he smiled. Lost in his thoughts he could have forgotten all about everything. Even where he was or what was happening, or that Lola was putting so much effort into saving him. He could have fallen back to the ground then, sinking down to his knees and letting those visions become dreams as he slept.

Only he knew he couldn't.

It was that first step that woke him up, and ever subsequent step that came after it. Each one made his side hurt so much he wanted to scream, but he bit down on his lip to keep them back, and kept Eila in his thoughts. He wasn't very naturally coordinated, but he'd been proud of the improvements he'd made. Except now it felt a lot like he was learning to walk all over again. Still he tried to be strong, to take the majority of his own weight to help her a little. It wasn't a very strong attempt but he was trying, and in time he could actually see the tree getting closer.

Though by that time the pain was so strong he was almost numb in that side, and he was pretty sure the rain was hiding tears that leaked down his face.

He didn't think he'd ever felt more relieved in his entire life than when they finally reached that damned tree. It was almost like when he'd been pulled out of the ocean. He collapsed against the trunk and gasped, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Finally.." He sighed, the word triggering a bout of coughing. "Maybe a ship would have been faster..." he sucked in a few more breaths, face growing blank as he focused on breathing...on staying conscious.

"If I make it...so many people are going to kill me..." he blinked, and let his head rest against the tree, wincing at how tender the skin felt. "Can I sleep now?" He asked the question but honestly he didn't even know if it mattered, his eyelids were so heavy it was hard to keep them open.

"You should rest too...till the boat docks..." Stay conscious, stay awake. Stay-

Darkness.


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In all her times of helping people to the Portal, never had she remembered them being as heavy as Thomas. It wasn't even that he was that heavy, but he was half there, half somewhere else. Unable to properly function for himself for the most part. The mud and rain wasn't helping any, and her knee was still weak from that emotional rescue with Charlie.

More often than not she had seen her father effortlessly lift a couch, refrigerator, even the car without thinking anything of it. Even her mother, being a very elastic woman, was able to lift things without much effort. But here stood Lola. Frail and lanky. Trying her help a friend get to a tree. This was miserable. Even though she was helping him, she felt completely useless. What sorta of hero asked the one being saved to help her?

He had just took on a freaking Darkness beast.

There was no way he could sit up on his own, let alone stand up- let here he was. Helping out the poor Super that couldn't properly do her job. It hurt her, knowing that she wasn't good enough. That no matter how many hours she trained with Brenna or Eila, even Astrid and Hades, that she wouldn't be good enough. There was always something that would tear her confidence down. Always something to make her feel like she was nothing.

Gritting her teeth, she tried to focus on getting Thomas to the tree. There was no time to beat herself down. That was for her to worry about when she was home alone. No one to talk to because everyone else was out having a life. Eila would be caring to Thomas after this. Lydia had school to worry about. Brenna had the Resistance and her studio to worry about. But where was Lola? She was to herself. Everywhere she went, it was just her. She was only there when someone needed help, and part of her felt if that wasn't what she deserved. After all, she couldn't do anything to help her brothers. The help her mother. She was the oldest. She should have stayed behind and helped. But who would have helped Dash? She'd lost him anyways, so what good was that.

Her face seemed wetter than it was, and she wasn't sure if the rain was falling harder than before, or if she had finally broke down and was crying as she helped Thomas get to safer ground. But finally, after what felt like miles, they were at the tree. Lola made sure Thomas slumped against the tree first, before she followed suit. Breathing heavily, she turned her head just a bit to look over at his pale face.

Jerking forward as he started coughing, she felt a pain shoot up her entire being and she winced, gritting her teeth again as she crawled to her knees. "Do-don't joke like that Thomas." Pushing herself up, she placed a hand to his face, noting how ghostly white it looked. Oh God no. "She isn't going to kill you. Neither am I. C'mon- d-don't think like that."

Swinging her backpack over her shoulder she sat it down in the spot she was sitting and ripped open the zipper. She needed something. Anything. He asked if he could sleep now. Panic trickled down her spine. "N-no Thomas. I-I hate to be a life ruiner but.... but honey you can't sleep. I don't know how bad you're-" He butted in, probably without realizing it. He was trying to tell her to rest... but why did he keep going to boats? Turning her head when he got quiet, she couldn't help the sudden scream that escaped her lips.

"Thomas! N-no! C'-c'mon. No.... please don't." Completely forgetting her bag, she crawled closer to him, placing both hands on his face. Fear seized over her and she thought the worse. Growling at the inconvenience of her gloves, she ripped them off and threw them to the side, pushing back wet hair from his face. "Thomas don't you dare die on me you giant fool. Eila really would kill us." She pleaded with him, hoping that somewhere, somehow, he was able to hear her.

Her vision became blurry, and she felt the choking sob work it's way up her throat. There was no denying it now, she was crying, and it wasn't pretty by the way her head seemed to grow heavier. Turning back to her bag, she continued to dig until she pulled out the plastic bag full of heat packs. With fumbling hands, she cursed into the rain as her fingers slipped time and time again. Finally, she was able to pull the cursed bag open, and she started ripping the packs open, squishing them in her hands to get them working.

She tried her hardest to keep her mind in survival mode. Tried to not think of him being dead as she stuffed his pockets with heat packs. She even put one under his hat. In his shirt. Up his pant legs. Every last pack she had she hid somewhere on his body. She was thankful that there was enough foliage from the tree to keep the rain from simply pouring on them. Next she drew out a towel, and with gentle, albeit shaky, hands she started to dry his face off. Wiping the mud from his pale cheeks, she remembered the light on her head. Reaching up, she flicked it on and carefully opened his eyelids, shining the light in them. His pupils moved with the light, so that was a good sign. At least she thought it was.

Once she felt his face was dry, and that the heat pack under his hat was working, she turned to his arm. The shirt sleeve was torn, and she could see the blood caked to him as the light shone on him. Turning her head just a fraction to the right, she saw the real damage. The large claw marks in his side. She winced as she pulled some of his shirt from the wound.

Swallowing down the bile that had collected, she started to rip the torn parts from his shirt, actually glad he had passed out for this. She hardly had enough to make this a good clean up, but as she pulled the small bottle of peroxide from her bag, she knew it was better than nothing.

Time passed as she focused on cleaning his side, covering the gashes with gauze. The rain was slowly starting to die down. She was able to hear herself think. Part of her wished she couldn't hear them. They did nothing but tear at her. Make her feel belittled. Wiping the back of her hand across her forehead, she fell back onto her knees as she studied her make-shift doctoring work. It should work until they ran into Johanna. If they ever did.

Sighing heavily, she knew she didn't have anything to help his arm. The most she had was some aspirin. Nothing to help with a broken arm. Taking to her bag again, she almost had her head stuffed in the bag as she tried to find the bottle of mediocre painkillers. Huffing inside the bag, she heard the sound of something stirring, and she quickly jerked her head back up, looking around with wide eyes. She couldn't do what Thomas did. Couldn't shoot anything that came by. They would be in an even worse boat than what they already were.

"T-thomas....?" Slowly she turned her head towards him, hoping that maybe he was coming back to. She needed him to wake up. If anything to at least take some pills before going back out again. "H-hey... a-are you alright?" A shaky hand reached out to nudge his leg. It was a stupid question, but she needed some form of comfort.


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She didn't think she'd seen a storm this bad since back on Berk. The rain was hard and cold, unyielding. Their men wandered back into camp looking like drowned rats, scurrying for the nearest shelter. It was hard to count heads in that mess, but she'd been assured that everyone was safe in camp. A fact she believed despite the twisting in her stomach. It wasn't until the rain was dying down that she realized she really should have done her own headcount. Yes most, if not all of the men, that had been out there had returned. But Astrid didn't really care about them. They might have been fighters like her, soldiers she'd battled with, but she had very few she could count as friends. One of those few had not come back, and the longer she waited the antsier she got.

Then she found out that someone had seen Lola sneak back out. In the end that was what decided her. Not only was Thomas out there somewhere but Lola had gone too and as far as she knew hadn't come back either. She might not have been as close to the super as she was to Thomas, but she counted as one of Thoma's friends and therefore fell under that protective umbrella Astrid liked to extend over people she was fond of.

So ignoring all advice and common sense to wait for the rain to die down completely, she stomped out of the warmth and safety of her little bunker. It took about five seconds for her clothes to soak through, seven for her to feel that cold wetness all the way down to her bones. Still, it wasn't anything she wasn't used to, and it was an improvement to how it had been just a few minutes ago.

A chirping sound and a flash of blue in the rain, followed by a brief reprieve from the drops pelting her head signaled Stormfly coming up beside her and extended a wing to shield her from the water. "Yeah girl, I know. I should go back inside." She put a hand against her dragon's side, the scales warm against her skin even in all this cold wet. "Seems we're going on a little search and rescue mission." She really hoped that nothing was wrong, but she'd been having a twisted feeling in her gut since the men had come back to hide from the rain. It was only now that she could finally pin the feeling to something.

Stormfly chirped again, but followed close as they zigzagged their way through the muddy ground and out of the fortress. She didn't know if it was her imagination or something else, but it certainly felt like it was raining harder out here. Hand moving back she drew her axe from over her shoulder and held it in front of her, shifting so that she stood closer to her dragon's side.

She didn't dare attempt to fly in this, plus she doubted with all the rain that she'd be able to see anything from up high anyway. So...then how was she going to find them? If they were out there, she hoped that they'd found some shelter and that they were alright. They might not even be together, at which case she might find one and not the other. Just standing there, getting soaked she tried to run through all her options, lining up each possibility and then judging them based on validity. Common sense told her it'd be better to search when the rain stopped completely, only the further out she went the worse that twisting feeling seemed to get.

"Thomas! Lola!" Was anyone else out here? She hoped no one else was stupid enough.

She could barely hear over the rain but something seemed to catch Stormfly's attention. The dragon perked up, sniffing at the air, before turning down to the right. "What is it girl? Is it them?" The dragon hopped forward and Astrid followed, praying to every God she could think of that whatever the found wasn't horrible.

With mud sticking to her boots and rain weighing her down it felt like forever before Stormfly stopped and stared off at a lone, distant tree. The rain was a lot softer now, not a drizzle but getting there, and the young viking could see shapes at the base of the tree. There was an initial sense of relief. "God job Stormfly! You found them!" She petted her dragon "I'll get you all the chicken when we get home, alright?" The dragon nuzzled her, gently and Astrid smiled. Only...something still didn't feel right.

Moving towards the tree, she could finally start to hear what was going on. When the words set in, the relief fell away and her heart climbed into her throat. "Lola?" She called, running forward through the rain, Stormfly sensing her agitation, seemed to go on alert. She skidded to a stop beside them, her eyes instantly falling on Thomas, her axe dropped and her hands moved to stifle the sound that escaped her mouth. "Oh Gods, he's not-" She couldn't say it, but she couldn't tell from where she was standing, and her eyes flicked to Lola's face.

Thankfully, he stirred then, giving her an answer she was more than happy to receive. "What happened? How?" her mind had slowed to a crawl for a moment, but then seemed to click back into some degree of function. She couldn't imagine what the other girl must have gone through, she could see how shaken she was, and that inner protective streak latched back into place. "It'll be alright. I'm here to help" Moving she fell to her knees beside Lola, "Can we move him? If we can get him on Stormfly somehow...or rig something..."

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THANKS BIRGITTE!
This whole ordeal was terrifying. She didn't want to know that her friend's boyfriend's life rested in her hands. She didn't want to know that her friend would be on the warpath when, if- they managed to get to safety. She didn't like how Thomas wasn't responding like he use to. She didn't like not knowing.

Sitting there on her knees, she tried to wipe her hands on her wet suit, attempting to keep from getting sick and crying all at the same time. She cared about Thomas, just as she cared for Elia. They were like family to her. The sister she never had and the brother she wished she could find again. They couldn't replace the hole left by losing Jack-Jack and Dash, but it helped to cover the emptiness.

Sighing heavily to herself, she heard a noise, and it made her panic. It wasn't a noise from Thomas, and she prayed to anyone listening that it wasn't another danger they had to worry about. She was tired, sore- unable to protect them even if she mustered up the last of her strength. They would be lost to the world if something decided they looked delicious.

The sound of sloshing footsteps made her freeze in her spot, and as she cautiously swallowed the fears that were growing in her throat, she let out a loud sigh of relief as the familiar sound of Astrid reached her ears. Her body relaxed and she slowly turned to look up at the blonde Viking warrior who was an answer to her prays. Her face must have said more than she was intending and she was about to shake her head and assure her that he wasn't what she thought, when he stirred.

Never before had she been so happy to know someone was listening to her. But in that moment the floodgates started when Astrid asked that simple question. A hand rested on her shoulder and she looked up at Astrid, nodding softly at her determined words.

Turning her attention back to Thomas, she thought for a moment on how they could possibly get him onto Stormfly. Thoughts and ideas buzzed through her tired mind. It was possible, if Stormfly lowered herself to the ground enough, the both of them could hoist Thomas upon the dragon's back. Maybe, just maybe, she could muster up enough strength to help her friend, and that she could hold a small forcefield up to keep him from getting any wetter.

Explaining her plan to Astrid, the blonde seemed to catch on before she had even finished. Within minutes she was instructing Stormfly to get low, and with both of them combined, they were able to get Thomas on Stormfly's back. It was a tiring process, back she needed to hang in a bit longer.

Packing her bag, she explained to Astrid as calmly as she could, filling her in on everything that she could recall from her part. Explaining how Thomas reacted, and letting her know she was positive he had a broken arm, and a large gash on his side. Turning, she pointed to the large beast that was a heap a distance away, she explained how Thomas had taken it down himself. That she had only shown up at the end and managed to get it off of him. Her face flushed at the compliments she was given, and rubbed her arm when the other girl socked her in congratulations.

With the goal in mind, they knew they had to get him to the Portal. To a hospital. Neither of them knew where Johanna was and he needed attention now. The two of them were on either side of Thomas' limp body as Stormfly waddled her way towards the direction of the Portal. With just enough juice, she kept a small forcefield above their heads to keep them from getting much wetter. It was the least she could do as she focused on refueling for the trip. At least on the other side Stormfly would be able to carry most of the weight. Even as a human, the dragon had an over-abundance of strength.

Stumbling through the Portal, she had to shake herself of the usual confusion her body went through. She changed in record time behind an array of trashcans, she limped along beside the other girls as she pointed them in the directions of the nearest hospital.

Confusion rang everywhere when they stumbled through the doors with an unconscious Thomas. She couldn't stop thanking Astrid and Stormfly for their help, assuring them there was no way possible she could have managed to get Thomas anywhere, especially on this side. He was so tall over here, it was hard to even think of how he could adjust.

It took a couple tries, but she managed to get the doctors to understand she was related to him. That his girlfriend would be here to see him soon, and she gave them the phone number of the Complex, so they could feed them the "information" they wanted. She refused any medical attention herself, telling them he was more important. Making sure he was safe in the bed, she pulled Astrid to the side and begged her to bring Eila to him. That even though it would hurt she needed to see him. Maybe with her there Thomas would wake up. She dreaded the thought of an encounter with her friend, but it was the right thing to do.

Bidding them both farewell, she yawned widely. She was so very tired, but she knew she couldn't leave. Walking down to the cafeteria, she called ahead to the Complex, informing them of what happened and that they would be receiving a call and what to expect. Hanging up the phone, she made her way back to Thomas' room nursing a small cup of coffee. Normally she wouldn't touch the stuff, but right now she needed to stay up long enough to explain to Eila what happened.

All her attempts failed, and with her half finished cup of coffee resting on the small table beside Thomas' bed, she fell asleep bent over the bed, her chair pulled up as close as she could get it. The last thought in her mind pleading that Eila wouldn't be upset with her.


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It was probably a blessing that he wasn't conscious for the events that followed. Later he'd remember fading in and out, the distant sound of rain somewhere, maybe even voices. He would probably even remember the strange sensation of crossing over the portal. Perhaps it was for the best that the pain was too much and the short spurts of barely existent consciousness were so short. It might not have been the best for his health but at least he felt numb and didn't have to experience the struggle it was to get him to the hospital.

He was in poor shape by the time the doctors got him. A concussion possibly even a cracked skull, a broken arm, large gashes in his side that had just barely missed anything vital and that's just what they could see. It was only once they'd started working on him, ordering transfusions to replace the blood he'd lost, that they noticed the bruises and the fractured ribs. He was lucky to be alive, though no one in the hospital could imagine how he'd managed to get those injuries in the middle of the city. The whole event seemed strange and surreal but it wasn't the doctor's job to worry about the how. They did what they could, got him stable and then to a point where they felt confident that he'd survive.

For Thomas all of that time passed in nothing. True, honest nothingness. Not even a secondary awareness that he still existed. Just a deep coma that he would or would not awaken from, as the doctors said. They'd done what they could, and not it was just up to him to do the rest.

They said he could be up in a few hours, or in a few days. It really depended.

Consciousness seeped back in slowly, hovering on the edge of a cloud of painkillers and blissful numbness. It came in stages, first he was aware...not of anything in particular, just there. Then that awareness spread and he could feel his body. Even with the painkillers there was the shadow of pain floating in the background. It was enough to bring the memories jarringly to the surface and only the drugs kept his body from spasming in reaction to the sudden flash of some beast's jaws just inches from his face.

Opening his eyes slowly, expecting to see that monster there, he was blinded by the lights of the hospital room.

No monster, he was safe.


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