Promises, Promises

[Nox]

Nox would have liked to think he ran to the car when it became apparent where he was going. His head felt strange. Dying twice in two days was probably some sort of record - it was for him. Never thought fighting for his life was actually going to me fighting for his life - fuck the Atharim! Maybe staying in the underground bunker of Ascendancy's was better than this.

Fuck! it hurt. The mob stayed behind them. Fear. Nox tied the fireball weaves off and they hung glittering in the air as they headed for their escape. Nox's vision was starting to fade in and out but he kept moving. It would dissipate with a distinct pop in a few minutes, plenty of time to scare the mob a little longer.

The car was nice, there was a driver. When the stranger said he had a car at his beck and call Nox knew he was rich, but this only confirmed it. The rich boys always had it so easy. But when push came to shove he had held his own, and made up for some of Nox's normal mishaps. "Careless. Wreckless. As always little brother."


Nox growled at the voice in his head. "Shut up."


The door opened. Nox wasn't sure if he'd done it, or if someone else had. He climbed in - it wasn't graceful. More like falling. But now that safety was nigh Nox had time to see what hurt. Where the blood was coming from.

The jerk of the car taking off made Nox's stomach flip he felt the urge to empty his stomach but he bit it back. "Bet you are regretting helping me now."