I'll Fight For You

Vic is still missing. It's been a week and nothing has happened. No more attacks on me. We're all just waiting. I feel like Vic and I are connected. I've been feeling weak. My throat feels like sandpaper and my stomach is constantly empty no matter what I eat. I feel cold constantly. I think I'm feeling what Vic feels. It really upsets me to know that's how he's being treated.
Mike hasn't broke his promise to Vic. He is with me constantly and we've gotten closer. I think he's hoping I'll feel something and be able to figure out where Vic is. But it isn't working that way. We're sitting in Aidan's room. Mike is sat with me on the bed with Jess and Jaime on the floor holding hands. I think they're together now. They never kiss in front of us though. Tony is at the desk researching again. We take turns.
Suddenly I gasped. Mike looked up and looked at me questioningly. "Okay?" Mike asked.
"I don't know." I mumbled, making everyone look around.
"Why?"
"I just . . . I don't know." I sighed.
Then it happened. I was lifted up off of the bed. Everyone's eyes were glued to my form. My body was slammed up against the wall the bed was pressed up against. My arms spread far out at my sides. I could see and feel everything that was happening. My palms stretched open and I felt unbearable pain in my wrists. It was like someone had took nails and hammered them into my wrists. They were bleeding badly, I could see blood running down the walls.
"Fucking hell!" Mike exclaimed. Jaime was trying to pull me down but I wouldn't budge.
The same happened to my feet. Invisible nails were being hammered into my feet. I was bleeding through my socks. The blood was dripping down onto the white bed sheets.
"Breathe, Han'!" Jess yelled.
Something cut around my head. It was as if a million nettles and razors were digging into the skin around my head. My back arched and I felt sharp whips to my back, then blooding running down. I screamed. I took deep breaths and got myself ready, I knew what was coming.
In my side I felt a horrendous pain. Something had been thrown or lunged into my side. I was bleeding through my shirt. There was blood everywhere. I've never been in so much pain before in my life. This is unbearable. It could kill me. It would kill me.
"Stop this!" Jaime cried to Jess. He was so desperate. I was crying. It wasn't just tears falling from my eyes, they were tears of blood.
Then I dropped. My arms went limp to my sides and I fell. Mike caught me quickly and lay me down onto the bed. I looked up and there was no blood. No trace of what had just happened. "Let me look," Mike rushed. He took my wrists and frowned. I looked down. They were healing. I could only see red, angry scabs and marks. They could be weeks old. "Wait, this just happened."
"We just watched it happen." Jaime said quickly.
He ran his fingers over my forehead, finding only scabs and scars. I pulled my shirt up over my head. My back only had scabs. I felt my feet and the wounds resembled those at my wrists. My hands went to my side at my chest. This wound was probably the worst. It still hurt but it was healing. Nothing was open, it was healing.
"The last one should have killed you." Tony said.
"I know." I frowned. I put my shirt back on and went to sit at the desk.
"You're okay?" Jess asked.
"Yeah," I nodded. "I hope Vic is."
"What do you mean?" Mike rushed.
"They're connected," Jess explained. "Han' has been feeling hungry and cold and thirsty. That means Vic has. Now she gets all these wounds. It only makes sense that Vic has felt it too." she said.
Mike stood up and rushed over to me. He held my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Is my brother dead?" he asked. I looked at him and shook my head.
"I would know. Something inside me would know." I said.
"And he'd come to you." Tony added.
"Vic's a Catholic," I muttered. Then I touched the silver crucifix I wore around on a bracelet around my wrist. "They're so - ugh!"
"What?" Jaime asked.
"The wounds of Jesus Christ." Tony said.
"They're trying to say, you want your faith, well how do you like it now."
"They're giving you your cake and making you eat it." Jess rushed.
"Don't you have to be really religious for a Stigmata?" Mike asked.
"No," I shook my head. "Not in these circumstances."
"Fucking Jesus Wounds." Mike spat.
I looked to the door and saw Lauren. I gasped and stood up. "Where is he?" I rushed.
"Is it Lauren?" Jaime asked and I nodded.
"The cemetery!" Lauren rushed. "He's-" she tried but stopped. "Help me- No! Not yet!" she screamed, fighting it. "The tomb. The Gray tomb. Mine!"
"The cemetery I went to?" I asked and Lauren nodded quickly.
"No!" she screamed. "Help me, my wrists are bleeding." she said flatly before she was pulled away and disappeared.
"Come on, we're going." I rushed and put my shoes on. I went to stand up but stopped. Everyone looked at me.
Then my arms went up like before. My mouth opened and I felt something dark go through me. It went inside me. My mouth closed and my eyes turned black. It wasn't like normal though. Deep in the centre of the coal in my eyes were shining orbs of fire. They could have been picked from hell. I wasn't me anymore. I was the demon that had taken over my body.
"Hannah!" Jaime rushed. I smiled sickeningly.
I walked to the stairs. I felt people try to stop me but I pushed them away easily. They could have been made of paper. They fell down to the floor. I went up to the door and walked out. I didn't use one of the cars. I just walked. I walked and walked until I got to my destination.
I saw the Gray tomb. There was a locked gate guarding the tomb. I took the lock in my hand and crushed it as if it were nothing. It crumbled in my hand into dust. I pulled the gate open and stepped inside the tomb.
My eyes scanned the place. On the opposite wall I saw Vic behind a locked gate. When he saw me his eyes brightened. He smiled widely and I sneered back at him. "Hannah?" he asked. I walked over and put my hand forward.
"Don't!" Mike warned. I turned and saw Mike, Jaime, Tony and Jess.
I walked over to them and my hand wrapped around Mike's throat. "I am sick of hearing your voice," I spat. But it wasn't my own voice. It was a deep, male voice. Someone pulled me off of him. I rounded on them and found Jaime. I pushed him up against a wall and squeezed his arm. Jaime gasped. I dug my nails into the skin, making his arm bleed. "I am counting the days I see you strung up from a noose." I sneered.
Then Jaime punched me. I let go and held my nose.
"Bastards!" I screamed.
Then a knife dropped. It fell down onto the stone floor. The clatter was echoing around the small place. I went to it. I picked it up and held the point to the pad of my index finger. I took a deep breath and then plunged the knife into my wrists. It wasn't deep enough to go through or see bone. But blood was coming out and making puddles around me.
"Help me, my wrists are bleeding." I said deadpan. It was my own voice this time.
Then I collapsed down onto the floor. I fell back and my head hit off of the floor. My arms were sprawled at my sides and I was lying in a pool of my own blood. I looked around and everyone rushed to me.
I could see Vic. He picked up my body and held it close to him. He kissed my cheeks, my forehead, my neck and my lips. I could see he was desperate.
"Fuck, Han'!" Vic exclaimed. My eyes opened and he sighed in relief. He had his shirt pressed to my wrists. "We're going to get help! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, my love." when the words had came from my lips they rung in the air. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They were my words.

Notes

Hey! I hope you liked this! What do you think? What happened to Hannah? Is Vic really okay? What about Hannah being possessed? Is Hannah back? Have they survived the attack? Can they be together now? :)