Admed: A Short Story

“Fine,” she looked up as a man with a scar running down his cheek smiled sinisterly. She didn’t trust him, she moved to try to get out of his reach but he pulled his arm out. Her eyes widened in horror as his fist came forward, she had stopped crying, watching the fist as if it was coming at her slowly. When it hit her face she barely registered it, it didn’t hurt, only stung and sent a shock through her body. Another fist came, then another. Her vision was going blurry, she heard them say something but she couldn’t make out what it was as her body fell limp against the seat and her eyes shut, unable to handle the pain in her

The surgery recovery would not be instant after the extensive repair to Jarrod’s damaged knee. He’d planned to meet Alana that night and recite the poem he was writing for her, but while recovering, his language changed. His sentiments detoured to self-pity and his heart bled in his journal.

Attempting to adjust his eyes to the bright white light glaring down onto him, he realizes he is in the infirmary. He has rusty staples in his arm. He assumes it was from the guards dragging him off. It is throbbing in pain, he doesn’t want to scream from the pain because he is afraid the guards will come in and kill him. If the pain or blood doesn’t first. He grabs an alcohol pad and cleans his arm. As he is scavenging around, he finds quick clot in the cabinet. He knows what he needs to do. Grabbing a gauze pad, he psychs himself up. He sits down on the metal operation chair and puts the gauze in his mouth. Grabbing the tweezers, he prepares for the pain that is about to happen. He hurriedly pulls all 5 staples out of his arm and rushes the quick clot on. The blood stops

Evan dropped down to his knees still holding an unconscious Alex and now bleeding out of his left bicep where the broken glass had caught him. “Help us please!” he cried out to the officers. “My wife, Felicia, been shot. Oh, God please help us!!!”

The sight of his hands was replaced by the image of Adaliah, lying in a pool of her own blood. Blood that originated from the hole in her head. Her eyes were still open and staring at him.

During this time, Chris had called his mom and informed her about the situation. She drove to my house as quickly as possible. Chris, my brother, and I got into her car and she drove us to the urgent care. Chris dad, Dr. Nelson is the head of the urgent care, so Mrs. Nelson called him on the way there and explained to him what happened and how bad the cut was. She raced down the roads and got me to the urgent care hastily. My brother had notified both my parents about the scene, so my mom was waiting for us at the urgent care. They carried me inside and wheeled me into a room.

"It wasn't your fault he was... killed that day. Well it's really late and I am tired... Please forgive yourself.... Please." Queen Isabelle said looking at her brother a lone tear gently falling down her cheek. King Henry whipped away her tear and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight and... I will try... I just wish he could come back for like a second... to say he isn't mad at me. To say that he forgives me or something." The king said sadly smiling at his sister. "He probably wishes it to... He is probably watching you right now and he is sad that you are sad and that you are suffering. He loves you and so dose the rest of us... Thank you for letting us stay over for the week" Queen Isabelle said with a smile. "Not a problem! Anything for you sis." King Henry said cheering up a bit as Queen Isabelle walked to the door. "Love you... See you in the morning." Queen Isabelle said walking out of the room

Nick walked over to the boy and touched his blade on the side of his face. He made a small incision in the same positioning of the scar he bore. “This ain't supposed to be a constant reminder of what you saw tonight.” He said into his ear, finishing the incision. “This is supposed to be a constant reminder of what could happen. Don't make the same mistake I did kid.” Nick pulled the boy up, and started to loosen the tension in his shoulders. He was immediately jolted back into attention when he noticed the boy was about to throw a punch. “I wouldn't do that Kid. You're damn lucky you ain't dead.” The boy stopped himself after noticing Nick still held the knife. Fresh blood dripping off the end. “Run kid. Run and don't look back.” The boy followed Nick's advice and took off running in the other

“You little cunt, anot-” Is all the man could say as she closed the distance. Letting her dagger piece his heart, she placed her hand on his mouth. He fell back and died. She quickly cut their pouches and took their groat and sovereigns.

“That man, my companion, is named Camren, he is a bandit, he has information that is important to me.” The Student’s thoughts began to fill with despair, he lost Camren his only hope of finding the sword.

Just as Katie began to win this gruesome sword fight the Emperor used an ancient sword technique that blindsided Katie, with the sword up to her neck the Emperor said, “Stupid little girl you thought you had a chance against me. Aren't you going to beg for your life?”, with an evil smile on his face he laughed. Katie looked at him in the most malevolent way and said, “Beg to you, I would never.”, then let out a spit of blood upon the Emperor's face. Just as the Emperor was going to slice her head clean off Katie closed her eyes. The Emperor let out a loud roar then suddenly it was silent, when Katie opened her M eyes again the Emperor was standing with his head leaned back as if someone was holding it. Someone was, Jacob had came to help Katie in the fight. The Emperor dropped his sword and then down to his knees, he said, “ What are you going to do now, kill me?” Katie smiled and wiped the blood from her chin and said, “ No, but I shall lock you up in the dungeon with the monsters and prisoners you put down there.” The Emperor’s face had turned pale as Jacob and some others cuffed and dragged Kutrute away he yelled, “ I shall be back, ONE DAY YOU WILL FALL!”. Kutrute’s daughter was nowhere to be found, Katie sent troops to look for her but they never found her. Kutrute was gone and the rebellion had been successful, there were a total of 25 casualties out of the 400 of Katie's recruits.

The next day Hephaestus gave Alastor the sword. Still hoping he would not realize that the sword was not fully intact. Alastor grabbed the sword and as he admired the beautiful work it broke in half and was no longer intact. Alastor’s face grew red with anger as he yelled,“Hephaestus, what just happened to my sword!”

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It was a starry night in the middle of autumn. The streets were calming down from the earlier festival. The stone bricks of the streets were covered in leaves and confetti as I passed the white house's edged with spruce wood. I got farther and farther away from the Melting Dragon-Smith, strolling the same parade passage I was assigned earlier to safeguard the King’s float. I was carrying the new sword and shield I had purchased. The smith, Garash and I were childhood friends. The sword I had gotten was a custom, it had a blade of steel, a gleaming golden hilt, a dark black leather grip, and a polished golden pummel with a flaming ruby embedded in it. The shield was rectangular shape, parading the Rubria Knights banner, a red background with

The days passed slowly, each day becoming more and more unbearable. My body still felt weak, and my ankle refused to heal, as did my heart. The wound that Tristan had left was worse than any physical pain I could possibly imagine.