//------------------------------// // Off We Go // Story: Not Just A Bug // by Bringiton6611 //------------------------------// I look away from the gun floating in front of me and look at Thorax with a rare smile. "Keep it." Thorax's jaw dropped and he lowered the gun so that it isn't blocking his view of me. "What?" "Keep it," I repeat," you've proven to me that you aren't like the others, just like you said. You've also shown me that you know how to use it. Somehow. You've gained my trust, so I'm trusting you with this. Plus, if we get in a situation where we're in trouble, and we can't get to each other, you'll need it." Thorax beams at me. "Just make sure you know where you're pointing it." He nods and tucks the gun in between his wings. Then I bend down to allow him to climb on my back. His leg is getting better, I think. But it not quite there yet. As a result, I'm still carrying him. "Where to now?" "First, I need to get this taken care of." I gesture to my still bleeding hand. "Any ideas?" "I know a healing spell , but there's a problem. Two of them." "Okay, what are the problems?" I ask as I start walking. "First, the spell itself isn't that strong. Second, the spell won't deal with any infection that may be in the wound. It's a basic healing spell." "Something's better than nothing. How much would it heal this?" I hold up my hand. I feel him cringe on my back. "I don't know, I've never tried it with any thing THAT big." "Like I said, something is better than nothing. As for the infection, that will be a problem... Wait, actually, there is a pond not far from here. I found it right before... you know." "Yeah, are you saying we should go back?" "Yeah. One, I can use that water from that pond to clean out my hand. I saw a little water fall there, so I can use that. Two, I found some moss while I was there, and I can use that as an insulator for when we go North." "When do you think we'll start heading that way?" "Well, there's not much reason to stay here. I figure after I deal with my hand we'll start heading North." "Okay... so what happened with the guards back there after I left?" "Ah, yeah, that... why the hell not? The pond is a good walk from here." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "He almost killed you?!" "Yep. That's why my hand is like this." "Sounded like it hurt." "I was too filled up on adrenaline to notice the pain, but as soon as it wore off, it hurt like a bitch. Still hurts like a bitch." "How much further is the pond?" "Sholud be right up here... Yep there it is." I say as I walk into the familiar area "You think there are any guards around here?" "I don't think so, but that doesn't mean they aren't out there. Keep an eye out." I tell him as I set him down. He nods and I make my way over to the small water fall. It not like those big ones, not even close. This one barely reaches my waist, and is flowing at a nice and steady pace, almost like a faucet. Since this water is moving, the chance of it having any germs in it that might make my hand worse is greatly decreased. But just because it's a low chance doesn't mean that the rise isn't still there. Not like I have much of a choice. With a swift motion of my hand, I bring it up to the water. I stop for a second to prepare myself for the pain that I know will follow. No big deal... just a quick motion... like a bandage... I quickly move my hand under the water before I can convince my not to do so. And immediately regret my decision. "AHHHH, SON OF A FUCK!!!!" Regardless of that outburst (and no doubt scaring the shit out of Thorax) I manage to keep my hand under the water. "Ahhh... that hurt..." "Are you ok?" I hear Thorax call over to me. "Yep... peachy." After a few more agonizing seconds, I removed my hand from the water. Immediately after, blood starts to cover my hand again, but atleast it's clean...er. I stand and walk back over to Thorax. "I'll take that spell now." "Ok. Umm... I'm going to warn you that I've never done this to anypony else besides myself and a few other changelings. I don't know what will happen if the spell is used for anypony other than a changeling." "I'll take something over nothing as this point. I don't give a crap as long as this doesn't get any worst." Thorax takes a breath. "Okay, hold out your hand." I do as he says and hold my hand out in front of him. He bends is head over until his horn is barley above the gash on my hand. If he were to lower his head any further, his horn would poke the gash. That would would feel FANTASTIC I'm sure. -__- After a moment, his horn lits up and his green magic engulfs his horn,a second later, my hand is engulfed as well. I watch on in amazement as the gash on my hand closes ever so slightly. The magic on my hand tickles, as childish as that sounds. After a few more seconds, he stops his magic. I retract my hand, my jaw on the floor. The gash is still there, obviously, but it is noticeably smaller. I pick my jaw up off the floor and look at Thorax. He looks sightly drained. And he's panting ever so sightly. "Did it turn out ok?" He asked in between breaths. I look back at my hand. "Well, the gash is still there, like you said, but it's noticeably smaller. Thanks. Now I need something to use as a bandage...." My mind is working for about 4.23 seconds when an idea pops in my head. Without saying anything, I take my jacket off and I rip my right sleeve off of my shirt with my left hand, since the gash is on my right hand, and warp the cloth over the gash, tightening it with my jaw. Thorax looks at me with a questioning look. "Don't give me the look. This will keep anything else from getting in the gash." I finish that sentence and stand up and look around. I spot something familiar very quickly. "Bingo." It's the moss from earlier. Might as well go ahead and fill up my jacket. I pick up my jacket and walk over to the moss. It as dried since the last time I was here. I put my jacket back in, leaving it half unzipped, and start shoveling moss in it. "What are you doing?" I hear thorax say from behind me. "Remember when I said I need an insulator for when we go north?" He say nothing, so I continue. "This moss will help with the cold. It will still be cold as balls, but this will help." I finish shoveling the moss into my jacket and zip it up the rest of the way. I turn around to Thorax, who has a confused look. "What?" "What do you mean what?" "Cold as-?" "Do not repeat that!" He snaps is fanged month closed. "Sorry!" "... it's fine, just remember I'm a horrible example when it comes to language." I tell him as I pick him up. "Why are saying that like I'm a colt?" "How old are you?" ... "So, shut up." With that, we start out journey North.