Scarletfox

Why does this have to exist.

How many pages of just *wins* are there? *wins*

Fox was quick to pick up her knife once more. "Not a step closer!" She eyed the man closely. Fox glanced back at Nath. She was going to need to get someone's help. Perhaps she could observe closely that which they would do him. Fox would need to be very careful about this. She took a shaky breathe in, and then out. "Alright. Nath needs immediate attention, and I am... desperate. I am fairly certain that his ribs are broken, and he may even have a punctured lung. You may send forth one person to help, but I will be watching closely to make sure that there is no funny business." @DramaQueen Fox turned her attention back to Fadran. "Alright? Am I alright?" The irony of the question rolled over Fox, causing insane laughter to erupt from her lips, "Of course I'm not alright!!! I have no freaking idea what's going on anymore!"

Fox stood there, dirt and blood smudging her face, her hoodie still darkened around her stomach. A bit of white bandage peeked through the rip in her hoodie from when she was.... stabbed. (just cause I forgot to describe her when she first appeared) "Fadran.... Fadran." Fox's head throbbed as she repeated the name trying to remember. When she spoke her words were strained. "I get the feeling that... I should... trust... you.... but... I don't... know.... why...." Fox's knife clattered to the ground as she raised both hands to her head. "I.... think Nath mentioned you. He said he... failed you, but I didn't know what he meant" She looked back up at Fadran. "Are you really... a friend?"

Fox stared at him, his eyes. For a moment, she thought she recognized.... no. It was gone. She stayed quiet for a moment longer, searching her brain for any more familiarity. “...should I?”

Nath returned to unconsciousness as they were transported somewhere new. No, he couldn’t leave again! Fox tensed as a man came running at them. She pulled out the knife from her belt, getting to her feet “Don’t come any closer!” She commanded with a slight quiver in her voice. “Who are you and what do you want? How do you know my name?”

Fox looked at Nath, then to Winter, then back to Nath. She didn’t know what to believe, so she went with her instinct. “Yes, Nath, let us go.” She said softly, a tear threatening to show itself once more.

When someone at your lunch table says, “shut up about Sanderson for once!” When your teacher says that you’ll be learning about metallurgy, and your first thought is to ask if it’ll be Allomancy, Feruchemy, or Hemalurgy. When you expect to hear Harmony’s voice every time you put in an earring.

Winter’s words struck Fox’s heart. What was he saying? She must have misheard him. “Winter, what did you just say?” Fox asked in a wounded voice.

Fox looked into Winter’s eyes, searching for any ounce of recognition from him. “Winter, you brought me here, when you... saved me.” Was she sure that was what had happened? And what had he done to make Nath so angry? Who had Winter killed? Surely it had been to protect another poor soul... right?

"Nath, you're awake!" Fox let him down softly, but... how? Fox's eyes widened as Winter appeared, adding to her confusion. "W-winter, where were you?" She asked, disregarding his question.

No, no, no, no, no! Why hadn't this worked? Fox choked over her words, "Nath, Nath come back. Oh, what am I going to do..." She laid him down on the ground, limp and lifeless, before closing her eyes, and returning to the physical world. Fox knew couldn't save him, but she had to do something. Her head throbbed as she thought through the options. Fox really needed to get Nath somewhere where he could get help, but where. She'd just have to choose a direction, but even if she knew where, how? She had dragged away many a dead body, but she wanted to keep this person from further injury, so she probably shouldn't just drag him across the ground. Perhaps she could carry him for a bit? She was strong, but not strong enough to carry Nath for more than a mile at most. Well, she would just have to hope that there was help close enough. Fox strained as she heaved Nath up into her arms in a cradle like position. It was awkward because Nath was so tall, but it would have to do. She took a few strained steps in a random direction, and then leaned against a tree to catch her breath. She would do this. Fox stumbled through the wood carrying Nath, hoping and praying for help.

"I don't know." Fox whispered frankly, pulling him tighter.

"Never." Fox tried to pull Nath back into an embrace. Someone had once shown her that it was possible to look past one's actions, and into the person hiding inside. She was going to give it a try.

"Welcome to the show, Hyaaa. What solution do you propose to help a woman who thinks that she is the hulk?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

Fox stood paralyzed for a moment by Nath's rage, before walking over to him, and wiping away his tears with the sleeve of her hoodie. She spoke softly, "Yes, you have failed, but that does not make you a failure. You will only be a failure if you allow your past mistakes to prevent you from living. If someone trips on a bump in the road, they do not chop off their foot for hitting the bump, they avoid the bump the next time they walk that way. Do not dwell on what you have done, but on what you will do differently."

"Great! We will try this now!" *feminine enraged voice* AWRAGEREARAEEAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *smashing of car window* *studio assistant* ouch, that looks like it had to hurt. Alright, miss, if you'll just hold still....... *static* "I'm sorry, but your solution did not work. It appears that the studio assistant has been torn into shreds. Do we have any other callers?"

"Alright, if you could send some brainwashing technology our way, we would greatly appreciate it!"

"Of course, this is Konna Konna Furcifer call me Konna, does the brainwashing need to happen before or after we send her to you? Because we could totally do that first!"

"Welcome to the show, this is Konna Konna Furcifer call me Konna! What do you suggest?"

"May I ask who's calling?"

"We will attempt this now." *studio assistant* here we go with the lava. blehhhhhhhhhh *other studio assistant* and here's the grenade, now run! fjkdlsa;jgfdklsagjkafjdslkafjkdlsajfkldsajfkldsajfkdsljfkldsa (or blowing up noises, I can't think of any) *static* "Congradulations! You plan worked! Our next patient is,--" *female voice* I heard an explosion, where's my husband, his name is Bob? What did you do to him! GRARARARARARAAARARARRARRAAAAAAAA! "oh dear, one moment, please." *static* "Welcome back to Medical Mysteries with Karol Omer! Our next patient is a woman who thinks herself to be the hulk, and is currently rampaging all over the city smashing windows and destroying property. Do we have any suggestions for how to solve this problem?"

"Welcome to the show, Tion! What solution do propose to help the seven drowneds and one girl on fire?"

"May I ask who's calling?"