I Swear They'd be my Rescue, my Lifeline
Wolf’s eyes blinked open, and the first thing she saw was blood. Lots and lots of blood. Confused, her eyes instinctively searched for Kipo, but the only other person there was frozen, eyes wide open, a weird thing around his neck. “A-are you ok?”
She whispered, taking in the sight.
It was a boy-seemingly a couple of years older than Kipo, with three bleeding claw marks across one eye, skin strangely pale blue, and short, curly dark brown hair, with blue streaks like lightning. One of his arms was in a makeshift sling, but the material it was made of was dirty, burnt, and torn.
There was a small scar peeking out from the thing on his neck, in a strange shape that she couldn’t make out. He was wearing a ripped deep blue hoodie, but one of the sleeves was soaked in blood, and part of it caved in a bit like there wasn’t any skin to hold it up. Upon looking further, she realized the marks across his eye weren’t the only wound on his face-there was a small scar above his nose as well.
He shook his head weakly, a small whimper escaping his mouth. She poked his blood-stained sleeve, and her finger went through where the skin should be.
Wolf held in a sharp gasp and carefully rolled up the sleeve. Underneath it, his shirt sleeve was badly torn, and there was a gash right through his arm, chunks of it missing, and she let out a scream of horror.
Sss
Kipo hissed, shifting back into her human form and pulling Wolf close, and away from the stranger. Said stranger, however, didn’t seem to notice. He just…sat there, frozen in place, tears in his eyes.
“K-Kipo-Kipo, he needs help, we have to help him!” Wolf sobbed, face pressed into the pink girl’s shoulder. With a sigh, Kipo cut the vines around her sister, as well as around the boy.
Sss
He was vaguely aware of what was going on. Vaguely, but not quite. A small girl, looking at the wound on his arm. An older girl, cutting the rope around him.
But he couldn’t move.
He couldn’t, he didn’t have permission.
“Come on already, we don’t have all day!” That was a new voice, not the voice of the small girl, so it must have been the older one.
“Stop just sitting there and MOVE!” With a pained gasp, he bolted upright, back straight and head turned to look intently at the girl.
Surely, if she’d given him orders, Master must have put her in charge, right?
“Um…hello? Aren’t you gonna get out of the car? You’re free now-you can do what you want, you can leave.”
The boy tilted his head, confused. Do what he wanted? No, no, no, he had to do what Master wanted. After all, he lived to be of service to Master, not spend time doing what he wanted.
Had she ordered him to get out of the vehicle or suggested it?
He didn’t know.
He nodded swiftly, climbing out with a wince. It was quite difficult to see with the wound on his eye, and the blood dripping into it, and hard to focus with the gash in his arm.
The pink girl seemed to notice something, so she gently set down the smaller one and climbed into the ditch.
Should he follow?
Did she want him to stay still?
She hadn’t ordered him to stand there, but she also hadn’t told him to follow her.
“Wolf, c’mere, it’s that Benson guy, I think he’s hurt.” The small girl bounded down to her, peering over the unconscious but still breathing body of a boy.
“Hey, stranger, why are you just standing there? Either leave to where you came from or some here too, we could use the extra support.”
There it was, an order.
Obediently and silently, he climbed down to the two girls.
He’d find his Master soon enough, but for now, he had someone else to serve.