When My Heart Became Ice - Chapter 16

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Tell me why . . .

Syn had another attack that night, even after he had called Hykuma. This time, it was the hotel manager, whose absence was sure to go by noticed, so they left. The small group of Reachers made their way across town, Dyn being moved in a wheelchair. He was in a lot of pain, and Vyna stayed loyally by his side the entire time, letting him hold her hand in a death grip as his leg grew back.

Kyth and Syn continued destroying creatures, which they had been informed had begun being called Garthers. The mission went a lot faster when Syn was using his powers, though there was trouble because of his mental state at the moment.

One of the Garthers snapped at Kyth, nearly taking her arm off, and she let out a growl, snapping her wrists out and sending slices of energy at the creature. It let out screams as skin and fur was burnt off, but it didn’t disintegrate. Annoyed, Kyth slammed her hands against its shoulder the second it got distracted, and left it to die.

She turned to see how Syn was doing.

He had both his hands help up, glaring at two Garthers that were literally tearing each other apart.

“Syn, finish it,” Kyth demanded.

Both Garther shoved their claws through the other’s chest simultaneously.

Syn glanced at her, lowering his hands.

“I want to go home,” He told her. “Now.”

His voice was harsh, and he was snapping fiercely.

“Calm down,” Kyth told him. “We just have one more and then we can go.”

Syn looked at her, and then crouched down and gripped his hair tightly. He let out a cry and then fell to his knees, shaking.

“Syn…” Kyth murmured. “What’s wrong?”

“I want Hykuma,” Syn whimpered.

“You’re never gonna get back level 13 if you can’t last even a week without her,” Kyth scolded gently.

“I need her,” Syn snarled suddenly and stood, grabbing his knife and darting off. Kyth stood and looked after him. She heard a sudden scream and jogged after him, looking at a human couple that lay slaughtered on the ground.

“Beautiful,” Kyth muttered sarcastically.

Syn stood there, trembling. He let out a shriek and spun on her, slashing at her with his knife. She dodged, ducking and jumping and moving off to the side to get out of the bloody knife’s way.

“Syn!” She yelled. “Syn, stop right now! It’s Kyth!”

He kept on coming, screaming. His blade flashed like a moonbeam through the night sky, eventually clipping her arm.

Kyth leapt into the air, Syn following closely. He was dead set on killing her.

She landed in another block and darted around the corner.

She saw the little human girl playing with her dog outside, looking up at them.

Too late, Kyth skidded to a stop and turned around to get the girl out of the way of Syn’s murderous path.

Syn’s knife came down and the girl let out a cry as her arm detached from her body. Syn gripped her hair and sliced the dagger across her, and suddenly, the child was in two.

Syn sat heavily in the pool of blood.

Kyth stared, horrified.

Syn let out a sob and collapsed onto his side, shaking, screaming like someone was pulling his guts out.

“S-S…” Kyth started, but then she turned and vomited onto the ground.

She had seen gruesome deaths before. That was something you got used to when you were around Syn. But this, this was…

He didn’t want to do it.

He kept on shrieking and wailing, his inhuman cries making lights flicker on.

“Syn…!” Kyth gasped as she realized the house that the girl belonged in had begun to awaken. “We have to get out of here!”

Syn shrieked again, and stabbed his knife into the ground. His cobalt blue eyes were blurred with tears as he stared at the girl he had killed in cold blood.

The door opened, and the woman that appeared in the doorway let out a scream, covering her face.

The man ran at them with a gun.

“GO!” Kyth roared at Syn, and grabbed his arm, lifting him up.

He felt like a ragdoll in her grip as he struggled to stand. He kept collapsing.

Gunshots rang, and though Kyth managed to avoid them, she heard Syn cry out as he was hit several times.

He collapsed, motionless.

Kyth let out a growl and lifted him up over her shoulder, darting away from the screaming parents of the murdered little girl.

No one would ever believe that a white haired, blue eyed boy and a silver haired, purple and green eyed girl had been there.

“Syn,” Kyth snapped as she leapt into the air. She had to get to the hotel so the could get out. “Syn, talk to me.”

“Hurts…” Syn’s voice groaned. “Hurts…”

“At least you’re alive,” Kyth muttered, but she was really worried. If she had gotten to the point where she was carrying Syn over her shoulder, it was time to get him home to Hykuma.

She landed at the window of her room, pushing it open and dropping Syn on the bed. She rushed next door and yelled for Resyn.

The Infirmary Reacher rushed out, looking drowsy. “What is it?” He asked.

“Syn’s been shot,” Kyth panted.

“How many times?” Resyn asked as he followed her swiftly.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t counting!” Kyth snapped fiercely.

Resyn got quiet and entered the room, going right to Syn’s side and slipping his shirt off. Carefully, he inspected him as the young Reacher panted heavily.

“Six bullets,” Resyn told her. “Three in the lungs, one through the heart, one through the stomach, and one got lodged in his ribs. The rest went straight through.”

“He’ll be okay?” She asked.

“Of course, he’ll heal fast,” Resyn assured her. “I just need you to get me my bag from my room, it has my stuff in it.”

Kyth followed orders, retrieving the pack, and she returned it to Resyn, who swiftly took out some tweezers and pushes them into the hole that had been created in Syn’s ribs. Syn snarled and then fell limp once more as Resyn pulled out the bullet.

“There,” Resyn relaxed. “He should be able to heal now.”

He wrapped Syn up so all the bleeding slowed, and then left to get cleaned off and notify headquarters that they would be coming home.

Kyth glanced over at Syn.

He whimpered and thrashed in the bed, uncomfortable.

Kyth frowned deeply.

“Syn,” She said quietly.

Syn rolled his eyes to look at her, shivering.

“Stop. Stop shaking now.”

Syn slowly calmed, laying still.

“Good…” Kyth praised quietly, and then she turned her head away. “What happened?”

“I need Hykuma…” Syn whispered. “I need her…”

“We’re going home as soon as you can move,” She told him. “So lay still and heal quickly.”

Syn nodded, watching her.

Vyna entered a couple minutes later, her golden eyes wide with curiosity and a little bit of fear.

“What happened…?” She asked quietly.

“Syn had an attack,” Kyth sighed. “He killed someone and some guy shot him.”

“Oh…” Vyna looked over at Syn quietly. Her dark hair fell over her shoulder in waves, unnatural. Someone might think it was dyed.

Syn looked away from Vyna, grimacing.

“How’s Dyn?” Kyth asked, glancing at Vyna.

“He’s doing better…” Vyna said quietly. “The bone’s grown back already, it’s just the muscles and skin and things…”

Kyth nodded, and looked back to Syn, who had attempted to curl up but decided not to and lay flat on his back, cussing under his breath.

“Is he okay?” She asked quietly.

“He’ll be fine,” Kyth assured her.

“Can I try something?”

“Sure.”

Vyna slowly approached Syn, looking shy and scared. He glared at her.

She stretched her arms out and placed them against his side, and he hissed, shrinking away from her touch, but she still kept her hands firmly against him.

Her palms began to glow a soft golden light, and Syn hissed louder.

Suddenly, Syns wounds closed up. He stared at his bare chest, all wounds gone and only spatters of blood left.

Vyna collapsed.

Syn’s arms shot forward and he caught her, looking startled. Vyna slumped against him, panting.

“Was that your powers?” Kyth asked.

“Uh huh,” Vyna breathed. “I-it takes a lot out of m-me though… That’s why I couldn’t heal Dyn…”

Syn held her quietly, looking awkward. Vyna was too exhausted to care.

“Well now that you can walk,” Kyth looked at Syn. “Let’s go home.”

Syn nodded.

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Dead flowers still bloom.