Lyia woke up in a pool of blood.
Her eyes opened, and she screamed. She couldn't stop it, it ripped past her throat. The door slammed open, and Jaizya froze, their gun pointing hopelessly in the air.
It dropped. The metal hit the carpet with barely a sound, and Lyia threw up, she retched, until her throat burned, until bile was the only thing that was left.
Blood was everywhere, and Lyia didn't want to look, she didn't want her gaze to fall onto what she already knew was there.
Jaizya tentatively stepped into the room, horror spread across her face. She motioned for Lyia, who flung herself into Jaizya's arms. She was shaking, covered head to toe in blood. "I was asleep." Her tone quivered and she buried her head into Jaizya's chest.
Jaiza hushed her, holding her a little too tight. "I know. It's going to be okay."
She did not sound like she agreed with what she was saying, it wasn't okay. Nothing would ever be okay again.
The blood stuck to her, staining her skin, gripping her soul. "I was asleep." She repeated, her mind dazed. She shivered, chills racked her body.
Jaizya unfroze, and blinked before pressing them lips together. "We" they paused for barely a second, their back straightened. "We need to go. Now." Jaiza turned and led Lyia out of the room, lightly pulling the door, not quite shutting it. A sliver of light shown through. They banged on the other bedroom door, "Out. Now. Hurry."
Lyia sobbed.
Kallen and Scear staggered into the center room, wiping sleep from their eyes, their hair matted, "What's going on?"
Kallen's eyebrows furrowed as his eyes passed from Lyia to Jaizya, to the rivers of red that rained down Lyia's body "W-where's Ivalin?"
Jaizya's face was stormy. "We don't have time to pack."
"I was asleep I promise."
"What's going on?" Scear blinked again, rubbing his eyes.
"Where's Ivalin?" Kallen demanded, his voice shook, fear latched onto his eyes.
Everyone spoke at the same time, their voices overlapped, creating a cacophony of fear and desperation.
"Shut up!" Jaizya shouted, their jaw clenched. "I need everyone to follow my directions without disobedience," They took a shaky breath, "The safehouse was infiltrated, we need to leave."
Slowly, Scear and Lyia shuffled to the front door, their heads trained on their shoes. Kallen stayed put, "I'm not leaving w-without her." His eyes were stuck on Lyia's shaking form who broke down again. Scear caught her as she collapsed.
Jaizya's voice softened. "Kallen." It broke. Jaizya's body was tense, ready to snap, but the tears had already formed in their eyes.
"No." Kallen shook his head, backing up, and rushed to the bedroom door, and Jaizya threw themself at him, but they was too late. Kallen struggled against their arms, but it was useless. He screamed, low and guttural. Jaizya tore through her lip.
"Please." Kallen's voice broke, his face was stained with tears. "Please."
Kallen fell slack in their arms, his gaze stuck at the foot of the bed. Jaizya looked away.
Ivalin's body was limp, face pale. Eyes clouded. Throat cut.
"Ivalin's dead," Jaizya's voice quivered, "There's nothing we can do."
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Target To Save
Science FictionNo one breathed. No one blinked. The only thing Ileia could hear was the sound of death. It was going to happen, There was nothing she could do except keep Kallen safe. -------- Feelings are useless, they get in the way of her job, in the way of the...
