What If It Were Real?(Part 24)

Killer’s pov.

It was a relaxing day. The sun was shinning, The ocean was calm. Mykhayla was leaving everyone alone, finally. The only down side of today was that Torri was preoccupied with the new dog they just got.

That peace and serenity was shattered by an ear piercing shriek from my captain. I sighed to myself. I knew it was too good to last.

I trudged across the deck towards him.

“What’s wrong now?” I grumbled.

“What the fuck did I just step in?!” He demanded, turning his attention from his foot to me.

I stared at my captain like he was an idiot, which, to be fair he was. Then I just sighed and trudged away, ignoring him yelling at me. I grumbled back to him with a bucket of hot, soapy water, a thick bristled broom and a mop in hand.

I swept the dog shit off the side of the ship and then mopped up the last of the residue.

“Happy captain?” I snarled at the red head.

“NO! There’s so much shit everywhere, and the girls aren’t even trying to clean it up!” He yelled at me.

I just sighed deeply again, “Where is the rest of it?”



What If It Were Real?(Part 29)

“Just, do this.” Mykhayla told me.

“But I can-”

“No!” She snapped, “I will not have you cutting your finger off by mistake.”

I huffed, but knowing she was right turned back to the bowls of seasoned flour and eggs next to a giant tray of cut up chicken.

I was back in the kitchen at least. But with my left eye out of commission for the next little bit my hand eye co-ordination and depth perception was even worse than it had been before.

I heard a different cut from the pattern I was used to hearing and a small gasp.

“And you said you didn’t want me cutting off my finger.” I challenge.

“Go back to breading your chicken.” She grumbled.

“Are you sure you’re alright with this?” I asked for, maybe the hundredth time.

Killer looked like he had just rolled his eyes to the highest heavens, before turning and squaring up to me.

“Yes.” He told me, “I have an injured arm, it’s not the end of the world. You need your practice.”

He gestured to a tree he set up a target against.

We had docked on this island while everyone was recovering. I don’t really know who did it, or why this island of them all, but it was without dangers and we needed this break badly.

“Alright.” I sighed.

I fumbled for a moment trying to find two knives in their scabbards. After that I focused on the targets before me. Composing myself and allowing myself to breathe normally as I assessed the distance and everything else.

Holding the blade firmly I  sent it going straight. Or, at least, I thought I did.

My knife wound up going about six or so feet to the left of the target, embedding itself into the dirt.

I blinked at it. How the…?

I heard Killer sigh from behind me.

“You’re trying to compensate for your loss of sight in the one eye by throwing it more to the left than you normally would. Don’t do that.” Killer scolded, “Throw it straight like you normally would for right now, see how off you are. Then, when you understand your handicap, compensate for it then.”

I folded in on myself slightly at his words, he was right.

I nodded my head and went to grab the knife that missed before starting again.

This was going to be a longer and more arduous process to relearn how to throw these knives without an eye, than it was to have learned it in the first place.

I layed down my five cards only to have them spill off of the crate we were playing on.

“That’s the third time, Torri. Are you sure you aren’t trying to cheat us?” Wire teased.

I glared at him harshly as I cleaned up my cards and layed them back on the crate.

“Do you not think if I could see properly I would?” I snarled, “I don’t like being handicapped anymore than anyone else.”

“Girl still has her spark.” Heat smirked at me.

“It takes a lot more than this to keep me down.” I spat.

“Are you sure, cause you were knocked out for 10 days!” Mykhayla grinned as she walked by, mopping as she went.

I glared at her in turn, “I got back up, didn’t I?”

“Eh.” She shrugged, “You’re still working on it.”

I rose to my feet, “I’ll show you, ‘working on it’.” I growled and lunged at her.

“Catch me if you can!” She laughed, turning into a cat and jumping away.

I noticed I wasn’t that far off from where she had been standing before. I was starting to get better.

I started after her. The sandy cat running, trying to pull away from me.

The golden sun was sinking on the horizon staining the glimmering ocean various shades of orange. The sky was beginning to turn from yellow, to a dark blue, with a lovely pink streak intersecting them. Silver stars were already visible on the dark blue patch giving a lovely contrast to the giant, golden sun.

“Special delivery.” I heard from behind me.

Mykhayla and I were sitting on the railing of the ship enjoying that view. We turned around and saw Killer standing there holding a tray with three mugs of piping hot chocolate on it.

I smiled at him. He was always so sweet.

“Thank you.” I said softly as I accepted a mug from the tray he offered to me.

“Aw, thanks doll!” Mykhayla beamed as she accepted a drink from him too.

“You mind if I join you?” He asked.

“You’re always welcome.” I told him, motioning to sit beside me on the railing.

He took his mug and slid in next to me.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

I shrugged and blew on the hot substance, “Healing. I’m more frustrated than anything else. But I know everything will be okay in time.”

He nodded, “Just don’t push yourself until you feel 100. Okay?”

I nodded.

“Keeping this one in the books.” I heard Mykhayla mutter to herself.

I turned to look at her, seeing her writing something down in a little note book.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“Umm.” She hesitated, “I’m gathering inspiration!”

“And why are you gathering inspiration from our conversation?” Killer probed.

“I wanna try my hand at romance no-vels.” She grinned.

“How about. No, vel?” I grinned back at her.

“I guess I’m not good at grammar.” She sighed.

“That has nothing to do with grammar.” I told her.

“But grammar’s important.” She challenged.

“Yes, yes it is.” I told her, “It stops you from looking like a complete idiot.”

“Hey, Mykhayla!”

I turned and saw a lower crew man approach us, I had seen him around before but I never really talked to him outside of meals.

“Jones! My man!” She exclaimed.

They then started a very serious and complicated hand shake that lasted about a minute.

“Some party.” He grinned at her.

“Only the best.” She ginned back.

And then he walked away, leaving the three of us alone.

I was so confused.

“When did you two get so close?” Killer asked before I had a chance to.

“You know, I get around.”

I half glared at her, and was about to tell her not to talk about herself like that, when I was cut off.

A blood curdling scream erupted from below deck.


No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 26)

Tired scarlet eyes fluttered open to meet concerned, sea blue ones.

Carstella gave a sad smile to him as the blond rung out a cloth and put it on her burning forehead with a kiss on her nose.

“I’m sorry, Tuff.” She said weakly.

The man just smiled sadly at her, “It’s okay, Stell. Just please, don’t do it again. I can’t take losing you. Not again, please.”

“I know.” She smiled, extracting a hand from under her blanket to find his and grab it tightly, “I’m really sorry.”

Tuff smiled, leaning down to kiss her nose again.

“I think now’s a good time to talk.” He said after a moment.

Carstella nodded sheepishly. She knew this was coming, but at the same time felt very awkward about it as it could have easily been avoided.

“How long have I been asleep?” She asked, swallowing thickly.

“Little over twelve hours.” Tuff shrugged and help her sit up slightly before handing her a glass of water.

Carstella drained the contents of it before handing back to him. Tuff placed it back on the bedside table before laying the girl back down and readjusting the cold cloth on her forehead.

“I called Bucket and Mulch.” He started, not looking her in the eye, “Told them what happened. They said they’d talk to what’s his name about it and you won’t have to worry about handing in that report or whatever you need to get done.”

Carstella nodded, holding his hand tightly.

“I talked to Stoik and the others as well.” He coughed, “Told them all what happened and I guess the council had a meeting. Ruff and Fishlegs are going to take over the tourism.”

“But-” Carstella began, only to stop herself after a moment seeing as she couldn’t say anything about it.

“Fishlegs wanted out of teaching anyway. Ruff’s a great secretary so the work load’ll be easier on them.”

Carstella nodded, it made sense.

She waited for Tuff to continue, but he didn’t. He just sat there, holding her hand in his tightly.

“Tuff?” She asked gingerly, “There something wrong?”

The blond finally looked at the girl, his blue eyes misty and red rimmed.


He had been crying, she knew. But why?

“The doctor gave you the once over.” He began, “He said you were pregnant.”

Fear and ice seized the girl’s body.

“Did he say for how long?” She asked.

The blond shook his head, “Just your first trimester. And that the odds of it surviving right now are very slim because of the poor condition you’ve been keeping yourself in.”

Carstella shook her head as her throat began to tighten.

“I am so sorry, Tuff.” She said, “I shouldn’t have done this to you. To us. I am so sorry. It will never happen again. It should not have happened this time, but it did, and I am very sorry.”

Tuff took a shaky breath as he lifted her hand up and placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles.

“It’s okay, Stell.”

“No it’s not.” She sniffed, “I shouldn’t ever have put either of us through this. You deserve so much better than me, damn it.”

“I chose to love you everyday, Stell.” Tuff said, gripping her hand tighter, “I chose to be with you. And I chose to take everything that comes with it. I just want you to promise me you won’t ever do something like that again. You need to take care of yourself too you know.”

Silent tears slid out of her crimson eyes as she nodded.

“Promise.” Tuff reiterated.

“I promise.”