A Sayians Bond

She took a good look at her wounded shoulder before turning around face to face with Aloysius. She jerked back out of shock just before his hand was thrust forward, grabbing her neck and shoving her backside into the wall behind her. She'd been caught off guard again.

Her hands came up and wrapped around his wrist, trying to get his hand off her neck. The blood on her right hand smeared onto his armor and hand as he held her tightly against the wall. Aloysius brought his face close to hers, holding her up against the wall.

"Wounded," he said as he brought his left hand up and traced his finger over her shoulder. Her face cringed as his finger came a bit too close to the fresh exit wound. "And tired..." He brought the same hand up and ran the backs of his fingers down the side of her face. She pulled at his hand a little harder and tried to turn her face away from his touch. "Such a shame. I so badly wanted you at your full potential."

He moved himself a bit closer as her feet dangled helplessly a good foot off the ground. He squeezed a little tighter before twisting his body around and flinging her effortlessly into the stone walkway at the bottom of the steps. She rolled a few times until stopping on her back and rubbing the side of her head in pain.

Before she had the chance to recover, he was standing over her. He crouched down into a squatting position, resting one forearm on a bent knee. With his right hand he reached down and softly brushed her soft brown hair away from her face.

"However," he began as he continued his light touching of her face, finally resting his hand on her jaw. "I'd be more than happy to give you a day to rest. It wouldn't be fair to you if I were fully rested and you worn out from three days of not sleeping or eating. There's no fun in no challenge."

She jerked her face away from his hand and tried to gather her composure She glared up at him with her blue eyes as the wind began to pick up, blowing their hair across their faces.

"I don't want your pity."

"You're sure?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. He returned his hand to her face, stroking down her cheek to her neck, heading towards her shoulder.

"I'm sure."

She batted his hand away but before she could counter his hand was wrapped around the shoulder strap of her armor. Her face clenched in pain as his fist pressed against her bullet wound. He pulled up on her armor, putting further pressure on her shoulder as he stood to his feet, lifting her into the air.

"I warned you," he told her as a single drop of rain fell onto his armor making a tinking sound. As pampered as he may have looked, he was a powerful warrior. He hadn't earned the title of general for doing nothing. "You should have listened to me, little Sayian."

"Let me go!" she yelled at him as she brought up her foot and connected it hard with the armor on his chest, severely denting the metal.

They flew back away from each other with such force that the shoulder strap from her armor snapped in his grasp. As he gathered his footing, he reached up with his left hand and pulled the damaged armor from his chest, dropping it to the ground with a loud clank.

Zephyra huffed a deep breath as her shoulder was now causing her considerable pain. The blood continued to flow from her shoulder and down her arm as she stood facing Aloysius. She knew if she didn't do what she had to do quickly and get herself taken care of that she would succumb to blood loss.

Wasting no time, she darted towards Aloysius. As she reached him, she pulled her fist back and flung it forward, opening her fist mid swing. A ball of light flew out and hit him square in his unguarded chest.

While he recovered, she charged again, swinging her foot around and landing a direct hit to the side of his head. He recovered a lot quicker this time, ready for her. He came at her as she came for a third attack.

He put his hand out and grabbed her wrist as she came close, pulling her body to his. He wrapped his right arm around her back, grabbing her elbow on the right side, pinning her to his body. She cried out as he pulled back on her elbow, straining her injured shoulder.

"I have to warn you," he began as he reached under the armor on his shoulder and pulled something out while putting his lips to her ear. His cheek pressed against hers as the rain began to fall steadily, soaking them both. "This is going to hurt like nothing you've ever felt before."

He held her tight against his chest, keeping her from wiggling in his incredibly strong grasp. Slowly he reached up with his left hand. He held a small object somewhat resembling a hot glue stick, about two inches long between his fingers.

"Be still," he told her calmly and he held the tip of the object just at the opening of her wound. He pressed his cheek a little harder against hers. "Try not to scream too loudly."

In one quick movement, he pressed the tiny object into her wound with his thumb and wrapped his hand around her shoulder tightly. She cried out as the nerves in her shoulder were rocked with pain. Still, he held her close, knowing she'd try to take it out if he let go.

"Be calm, it hasn't even started yet." He squeezed her shoulder tightly. "Almost." She squirmed against him, trying to get free. But he wouldn't let her go. "There."

As soon as he said it, a terrifyingly painful sensation overcame her shoulder, spreading through her entire body. Her eyes shot open with shock just before slamming shut. Her body tensed up as she let out a scream unlike anything she'd done before, pure agony.

Her screams of pain continued as he slowly dropped to his knees and laid her on the ground. He leaned over her as her vision blurred and all she could think of was the horrible pain. It felt like she was being shred apart from the inside.

"God! It hurts!" She continued her screams as she writhed on the ground. "What have you done to me?"

Her hand rose to her shoulder, desperate to get out whatever he'd put in there. He stopped her attempts and held both of her wrists together with one hand over her stomach. She was powerless in those moments.

"I'm saving you from bleeding to death before I'm done with you," he told her calmly, still holding her down firmly as she continued to squirm and scream in pain. "The device I put into you expands inside the wound, stopping the bleeding. After that it releases chemicals into the blood vessels that attach to your blood cells and forces them to separate, regenerating lost blood. The pain is just a side effect, the more blood you've lost, the longer it hurts. There's nothing to help it."

"God, make it stop!"

The savage pain continued to course through her as she let out a long, drawn out scream that took every bit of air she had. She quickly realized that Aloysius was right. She had never experienced such excruciating pain in her life. She thought she was going die from the pain.

"Breathe." She drew in a hard breath before releasing another scream. "Be calm or you'll pass out."

Slowly, the pain Zephyra would rather die than continue to endure began to die down. As she stopped screaming and her vision began to return to normal, her mind began to clear. Aloysius continued to hold onto her as the rain now poured down, clearing the blood from their skin.

"Why did you do that for me?" she asked, still trapped in his grasp, the pain still severe, but

"I didn't do it for you," he told her. "I told you I want you at your full strength. Bleeding to death hardly makes you a decent opponent." He slowly let her wrists go as he stayed kneeling beside her. Each drop of rain tinked onto his armor as he waited for her to stop hurting. "You're strong. You're the first person I've seen who hasn't fainted from the pain the first time they go through that."

He leaned a little closer to her, watching her as she sat up and tried to catch her breath. "I must admit though, I did enjoy your screams." He brought his hand forward and placed two fingers under her jaw, bringing her eyes to his. "I'd love to hear them born out of pleasure."

"You'll never hear those screams from my mouth." She pressed her eyebrows together as she shoved his hand away and rose to her feet, ready for action.