Crimson eyes

I fell to my knees, my hand sliding off the wall I was leaning on, creating a trail of blood. My hands fell in front of me catching myself, before falling into the pool of blood my mentor had left. Blood slipped down my face, from my blood-covered hair. It slid down my nose and dropped into the puddle of blood next to me. I look over to the body of my mentor, my friend.

“Where are you, little hero?” A dark voice whispers through the fog. I fall back against the wall, I’m going to die here. I can feel my body giving up. “Come out, come out where ever you are,” A Cackle echoes through the clouds. I look down at the bullet in my side, grasping the blood-covered wound. I can hear footsteps drawing closer and the scraping of metal, dragging along the floor.

“I’m sorry, Micah,” I whisper, looking over to my fallen friend. “I really tried this time.” Tears lingered in the corner of my eyes as I saw a shadow beginning to form in the fog. I let my eyes flutter closed as the blood from my head slides over my eyelashes. I can feel the blood from my wound slipping through the gaps in my fingers, pushing out of my wound and staining the silk Micah used to craft my suit. Tears slip past my closed eyes and seamlessly mix with the blood covering my face.

“There you are!” I hear a shrieking voice, but I don’t dare open my eyes “What’s this? Oh, you couldn’t save them.” A laugh erupts from the darkness. “Have you given up already?” I can feel something pressed against my forehead. “Open your eyes,” a voice echoes through the darkness. Slowly, I blink open my eyes, looking up at the face above me. I don’t dare let another tear fall as I face my killer. He firmly holds a gun at my head, a smile spread across his scared face.

“Do it,” I almost shout, leaning further into the gun. “Hurry up.”

“Oh, our little hero so eager to die,” he hums, bending down, using the gun to push my head back up against the wall. “Where did Micah’s little warrior go?” he laughed, leaning in and wiping the red away from my eyes.

“I’m not scared,” I shot back “And don’t talk about them like that.” he let out a laugh and leans right up to my face.

“Do you think I care?” he smiled “This is it, I’ve won.”

“No, you haven’t,” I argued. “The only thing you’ll get out of this is an uproar throughout our city. They won’t bow don’t just because we’re dead, in fact they’ll probably act out more than ever.”

“If that’s what you want to believe, little hero,” he sighed. His face suddenly falls flat. I looked up and saw a dart sticking out from his neck. “Wh-what,” he begins to stutter, dropping the gun against my head. I hear a thud from behind him. he fumbles, trying to turn and falls on his back, revealing a set of glowing crimson eyes floating in the dark fog.

“Who are you?” I hear a stutter from the floor. I looked down and saw a man with pale skin and purple lips “What did you do to me?” he shouted.

“Giving you the death you deserve,” a booming voice echoed through the fog. I can see the eyes move closer, and a shadow appears through the fog. I could hear the man begin to gag beside me, blood spilling from his mouth. I watch as his breath catches and he grabs his neck. Slowly, he stops moving and struggling.

“You heroes and your moral codes,” An annoyed voice echos. A tall figure appears in front of me, wear a black leather jacket, jeans and deep, glowing goggles, the rest of their face covered with a black mask.

“Thank you,” I stammer, trying to stand.

“Don’t move,” the person hummed “You hurt enough.”

“Okay,” I fall back against the wall. “Who are you?”

“That’s not important.” They bent down in front of my fallen friend “Is this Micah?”

“Yes,” I whisper through the pain of my bleeding wounds. They look up at me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Let’s get you out of here, okay?” They tilt their head “I’ll protect you now,” they say, gently pulling off their jacket and handing it to me. They reach over and help me stand and slide on the jacket.

“Follow me, little hero.” They hold out their hand, and I grasp it gently, leaning on their side as they lead me back through the dark grey fog.

Their goggles continued to glow, lighting up the fog around us in a crimson red tinge. They led me to a black car and slid me into the back seat. I groan, trying to adjust and get into the car properly. The person with the crimson red goggles slammed the door shut behind me and climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Rest,” they say, turning their head towards me. “I’ll wake you when we arrive,” they say, turning away and pulling off their goggles and masks revealing thick, long, brunet hair under neither. I watched them throw the mask onto the front passenger seat and turn on the car. I let out a sigh of both pain and relief and let my eyes fall closed. I don’t know if they will be able to wake me up when we arrive, but at least if this is the end, I’ll get to see Micah again and apologise. We hit a bump in the road, and I winced. Tightening my eyes shut, I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder, I hear a voice echo through my head.

“It’s okay, little warrior. I’m so proud of you.” I shoot my eyes open, spinning my head around the car. that voice, it was Micah. I hear it again: “Go to sleep, my child, I’ll be there when you wake up.” My eyes fall shut again; I understand now, I’m dying. I won’t make it out of this car alive. I can feel my breath shallow and my heart slow. I’m coming, Micah.