Cartouche (Nightbird)

The adrenaline coursing through me felt amazing, my whole body dedicating itself to running at the man with full force, my vision a dark red around the edges, either that was my pneumonia or I was hallucinating, either way it kinda added to the awesomeness of the feeling. Though seriously what was it about Amity that made me so protective? The only other person I got like that around was Eileen and that was for obvious reasons. She was my sister, I was meant to, but why Amity... Anyway, I start to prepare my mind for the jump, my eyes scanning his body for a target area. His gut looking like a pretty promising area but his neck would cause him to fall back, I again switch my gaze between the two areas, finally picking which one as I just get to where the girl is standing. My mind screaming at me to jump before I am thrown off balance and I quickly fall to the side, rolling twice with how fast I had forced my body and stopping by the table.

I groan slightly as pain and a slight shock comes across my body from my landing, my vision still a bit off as I look towards the area where I was pushed and I see the girl, who gave me the meat leave, was it her? Now why would she push me? She was having an argument and got hit too? My head trails through possibilities of how I got here until my eyes catch on to something shining in the mans hand, and my eyes widen a tad bit where I lay. Was that a knife? Why did he have a knife? I fling my hand to my side, finding it jammed between me and the floor. Oh yeah I had fallen hadn't I? "Seriously how do you forget yourself falling over?" I sigh at my own stupidity and get up slowly, rolling my body over again and placing both my hands on the floor, pushing up and getting on my hands and knees before slowly getting up as anyone else would. Except with a coughing fit at the end.

After about 5 minutes of me coughing I weakly look back at the man with the knife, my hand again subconsciously goes to my side pocket, then my back noticing it wasn't there, then my forehead, smacking myself as my bag isn't there either. Of course I already knew that but the one time I needed it, I didn't have it. "What is your name?" I hear the man ask and my reply comes delayed, my body shifting back into one where I was prepared to both fend off a small attack, I wasn't strong enough for other ones, and run, running was probably better, but then I would leave Amity... No, I wasn't going to. "My name is Othal Nightbird..." My voice Now extremely hoarse from my running "...And I don't care if you have a knife, you won't use it, I know you won't" I could tell he was trying to scare me, and yes normally it was easy, but I had to prove it wasn't working.

The man approaches closer, but my stance nor stare doesn't change, he was doing this to intimidate me, it was obvious. I remember Amity was in the room and I quickly glanced to her, she seemed fine but that was aside the point, no one should've touched Amity, especially not this hulking waste of a man, wow did I just say that? Anyway, I smirk and narrow my eyes at him, almost as if testing before saying, scanning him as he stood near enough in front of me with the knife held firmly in his hand now "If you hadn't hurt Amity, I wouldn't be doing this, I ho----" My raspy voice is cut off with a huge, gasping intake of air, my whole body body tensing up as I feel something pierce my stomach. My hands going straight to the source of the pain to feel the mans hand force a handle into my body, my eyes focusing on the smirking man as he whispered to me "Won't do it huh?" He then slides the knife out has I fall to my knees.

The man walks out of the room, slamming the door behind him as I stare at my stomach, putting my hands around the wound the best I could only to watch blood seep through my fingers, I couldn't even cry it was that painful, I was just stuck. Staring at my wound whilst my head switches off. I didn't know what to do, I had never been stabbed before... The blood begins to stain my already somewhat dirty top as my head starts to swim a little, hadn't lost too much blood yet and it couldn't have hit anything important, cause it wasn't bleeding fast enough, well, to me. My eyes themselves sway a bit but my body is still rigid, transfixed on the wound my body now held. I knew Amity was in the room, and I needed her to help, and quickly, but I couldn't get myself to speak, or do anything. Why couldn't I do anything!? All I could do was watch the blood seep through my fingers more and more, my breathing starting to jam and catch as my strength quickly deteriorates.

I lose my balance as my leg strength, or what little remained completely vanishes and I fall on my side. My vision wurring until my right arm collides with the floor and causes me to land on my back. My cloth, which already needed a clean starting to stain with the blood that flowed out of my fingers. Laying on my back probably wasn't the best idea, it will get me all bloody, and my rag on left hand bloody. Well it would make it more of a tribute wouldn't it, cause my granddad did die from a bleed out. I pick up my thoughts again, forbidding them from drifting from the situation as I find a small voice, forcing out a raspy, painful "Amity..." You'd expect any normal 12 year old to be screaming in pain by now, but I just couldn't, I needed to, but I couldn't... I had no idea where Amity was any more though, I didn't hear her come over, and I can't see her. Then again the only thing I was looking at was my wound, and I couldn't look anywhere else so... That probably wasn't an option.