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The Hist War I: Unused Salvation
Chapter 2 Savior

"Stay still." He said and looked at my leg. "You have to stop jumping off of buildings. Your odd healing powers can save you, but I think you're overdoing it."

I groaned. "Damn you, Josh," I growled. "Why the fuck do you have to tell me to heed caution? I ran away from home, I think I don't care much about fucking caution!" I banged my hands on the wooden table which adorned the small kitchen. The moonlight shone through the windows onto the sink, the tiled floor, and finally to the table.

"If you plan to survive without me, you better heed caution." He replied and held up my leg. "I think if I hold it this way for an hour you'll be healed enough to walk to the couch with some help."

"Why didn't you become a fucking doctor, again?" I asked.

"Because," Josh replied. "I have a much better artistic talent and wanted to spend my days drawing. Let's just wait until I move you to the couch and I'll show you my latest creation. It's not fully done yet, but at least it's something. I haven't been able to fully get to work on it since you seem to want to be on the Most Wanted list."

"I'm sorry, sir," I said mockingly to him. "But I actually want to live and not stay safe."

"Staying safe doesn't mean you're holed up." He replied and looked at my leg. I thought I heard him start to speak but I was more focused on other things. "Come on, let's move." I stood up on my right leg and leaned on him. He took me out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and into a room with a couch, a chair, and a small TV. He put me gently onto the couch. "Can't you look after yourself for once?"

"What do you mean I don't look after myself?" I asked. "I look after myself perfectly. I'm not dead yet."

Josh sighed and looked at me. "If it weren't for me, you'd have been long gone by now." He shook his head. "You'd have been safer at your own house. Let your parents deal with your bloodlust."

I looked at him and sneered. "Yes, it's safer to stay holed up." I said. "And Mom will take me back when I threatened to kill her. You can't change the past. I sentenced my life to that outside of my family and now have no connections."

"You can get back, the past is not solid." Josh said. "There are some things that can be redone." He put one hand up and went out of the room. It was a good thing that he was out of here, now I could actually think. I was glad he was here but I was angry at how he thought he could control me.

I felt my bones starting to come together again. I groaned as bones grew into bones, it took all my control not to twist around on the couch. My bones could heal but it was an extremely long and painful process. I hoped Josh was going to get a cast for my leg; I didn't want to heal all on my own. Fuck, I was depending on others when I thought I would never need to again. Why did this happen to me?

I heard footsteps coming and turned to see Josh. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." He said and walked to the front of the couch. He held a sketch of eyes. Some of the eyes were set in faces while others were set in no discernable pattern. "I'm working on my creation part by part. You know the story where a man built another man cell by cell?" I shook my head in confusion. "Well, I'm building my creation part by part."

I waved my hands. "So this one fucking loony convinced you to become a damn fucking loony yourself?" I asked. "How can you get any crazier? Let me guess, you want to create something also."

Josh laughed loudly. "For artistic reasons only." He replied. "I want this creation to be perfection itself. I want it to ring with glory and fly over imagination." He sat the sketches down on a chair. He looked at it and smiled. "If you've never created something to call your own, I doubt you're feeling what I'm feeling now."

"What?" I asked. "I can't call you a lunatic because I'm not in your 'group'? I can call you a damn lunatic if I want to. I can say whatever I want to!" My face then twisted into agony for a few seconds. "I wish this agony would just stop! I don't deserve to be tortured like this. Why? Is God punishing me for some wrong I've committed? I haven't done anything wrong…that I can remember."

Josh sighed yet again. "You have done wrong even if you're not brave enough to admit it." He walked over to me. "I don't know where I'm going to get you another cast. I think I've made my friend suspicious enough. Can't you lie low for a little while? Remember how we met?"

I rolled my eyes. "What a lovely tale that is." Was my reply and I looked at him. "We met when you decided to get up and about, shall we say? You saw me get into a fight with someone else and tried to stop it. You failed and I saved you. You were ever so gracious to me for saving you that you took me home. Really, you can just let me loose now and I'll never return here again."

"If I remember correctly," He said. "That a few days later you returned here, asking for my help."

"Come on!" I yelled at him. "It's not like it was anything serious. There was just a little storm coming through and I needed a place to stay."

"Yes, and you haven't left since." Josh smiled. "It's highly amusing that you pretend to want to leave, and yet you have never left even when you had the chance. Can't you just admit to yourself that you want a home? That you want somewhere to belong to?"

"Go to hell." I replied.

Author's Note: Lovely Erin, lovely. The story I make a reference to DOES exist, I just can't remember who wrote it or what it was called. It was important that Josh gets introduced, as you'll see later.

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The Hist War I: Unused Salvation
Chapter 2 Savior

"Stay still." He said and looked at my leg. "You have to stop jumping off of buildings. Your odd healing powers can save you, but I think you're overdoing it."

I groaned. "Damn you, Josh," I growled. "Why the fuck do you have to tell me to heed caution? I ran away from home, I think I don't care much about fucking caution!" I banged my hands on the wooden table which adorned the small kitchen. The moonlight shone through the windows onto the sink, the tiled floor, and finally to the table.

"If you plan to survive without me, you better heed caution." He replied and held up my leg. "I think if I hold it this way for an hour you'll be healed enough to walk to the couch with some help."

"Why didn't you become a fucking doctor, again?" I asked.

"Because," Josh replied. "I have a much better artistic talent and wanted to spend my days drawing. Let's just wait until I move you to the couch and I'll show you my latest creation. It's not fully done yet, but at least it's something. I haven't been able to fully get to work on it since you seem to want to be on the Most Wanted list."

"I'm sorry, sir," I said mockingly to him. "But I actually want to live and not stay safe."

"Staying safe doesn't mean you're holed up." He replied and looked at my leg. I thought I heard him start to speak but I was more focused on other things. "Come on, let's move." I stood up on my right leg and leaned on him. He took me out of the kitchen, into the hallway, and into a room with a couch, a chair, and a small TV. He put me gently onto the couch. "Can't you look after yourself for once?"

"What do you mean I don't look after myself?" I asked. "I look after myself perfectly. I'm not dead yet."

Josh sighed and looked at me. "If it weren't for me, you'd have been long gone by now." He shook his head. "You'd have been safer at your own house. Let your parents deal with your bloodlust."

I looked at him and sneered. "Yes, it's safer to stay holed up." I said. "And Mom will take me back when I threatened to kill her. You can't change the past. I sentenced my life to that outside of my family and now have no connections."

"You can get back, the past is not solid." Josh said. "There are some things that can be redone." He put one hand up and went out of the room. It was a good thing that he was out of here, now I could actually think. I was glad he was here but I was angry at how he thought he could control me.

I felt my bones starting to come together again. I groaned as bones grew into bones, it took all my control not to twist around on the couch. My bones could heal but it was an extremely long and painful process. I hoped Josh was going to get a cast for my leg; I didn't want to heal all on my own. Fuck, I was depending on others when I thought I would never need to again. Why did this happen to me?

I heard footsteps coming and turned to see Josh. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." He said and walked to the front of the couch. He held a sketch of eyes. Some of the eyes were set in faces while others were set in no discernable pattern. "I'm working on my creation part by part. You know the story where a man built another man cell by cell?" I shook my head in confusion. "Well, I'm building my creation part by part."

I waved my hands. "So this one fucking loony convinced you to become a damn fucking loony yourself?" I asked. "How can you get any crazier? Let me guess, you want to create something also."

Josh laughed loudly. "For artistic reasons only." He replied. "I want this creation to be perfection itself. I want it to ring with glory and fly over imagination." He sat the sketches down on a chair. He looked at it and smiled. "If you've never created something to call your own, I doubt you're feeling what I'm feeling now."

"What?" I asked. "I can't call you a lunatic because I'm not in your 'group'? I can call you a damn lunatic if I want to. I can say whatever I want to!" My face then twisted into agony for a few seconds. "I wish this agony would just stop! I don't deserve to be tortured like this. Why? Is God punishing me for some wrong I've committed? I haven't done anything wrong…that I can remember."

Josh sighed yet again. "You have done wrong even if you're not brave enough to admit it." He walked over to me. "I don't know where I'm going to get you another cast. I think I've made my friend suspicious enough. Can't you lie low for a little while? Remember how we met?"

I rolled my eyes. "What a lovely tale that is." Was my reply and I looked at him. "We met when you decided to get up and about, shall we say? You saw me get into a fight with someone else and tried to stop it. You failed and I saved you. You were ever so gracious to me for saving you that you took me home. Really, you can just let me loose now and I'll never return here again."

"If I remember correctly," He said. "That a few days later you returned here, asking for my help."

"Come on!" I yelled at him. "It's not like it was anything serious. There was just a little storm coming through and I needed a place to stay."

"Yes, and you haven't left since." Josh smiled. "It's highly amusing that you pretend to want to leave, and yet you have never left even when you had the chance. Can't you just admit to yourself that you want a home? That you want somewhere to belong to?"

"Go to hell." I replied.

Author's Note: Lovely Erin, lovely. The story I make a reference to DOES exist, I just can't remember who wrote it or what it was called. It was important that Josh gets introduced, as you'll see later.