Chapter 72 Their savoir
“You’re losing too much blood. How do you feel?” Zeke asked Simon. Though Simon had messed up, he still considered him family.
“I… I feel like drinking blood… Re… Really need blood,” he breathed out, gasping as his throat itched. The itching was far worse than the pain in his chest. Zeke rubbed his forehead hard, trying to think of something. He couldn’t just stand and watch Simon die before his eyes.
Simon’s breath came out harsher and harsher. Isabella was barely keeping her sanity intact. Her leg was burning deeper than a volcanic hole. The amusing and terrifying truth was that the lava was no ordinary lava that could dry up her blood—instead, it gave her severe torture, burning only the top layer of her skin. Evan tried placing her ice-cold hands on it to slow the burning.
“Simon! What have you done to her!” Evan yelled, turning her shoulders to glare at him with fury.
Simon only laughed. “Pretty face, staring so hard might damage it,” he mocked.
“Shut up!” Zeke snapped. “I won’t tolerate this behavior from you.” His unmoving expression darkened into a cold iceberg, and Evan couldn’t predict what he was thinking.
Evan wasn’t annoyed by Simon’s behavior. Soon she noticed something that thrilled her. She wasn’t sure, but when she looked down, she saw that the burning on Isabella’s leg was gone. Isabella discovered she could no longer feel any pain there. Glancing at it immediately, they both saw that the burning had vanished and her skin was back to its normal milky white.
“Hey… you actually healed me? Wow,” Isabella praised.
Simon rolled his eyes, looking at Isabella’s leg and seeing nothing at all. “Impossible!” he mumbled. He was certain his lava ability never failed him. Any time he used it on someone, either the top layer of their skin burned and eventually they’d die, or he himself would stop it. This was one of his favorite abilities. The possession of lava made him invulnerable to ordinary lava.
He often used this ability to torture his enemies into confession, and nearly 99% succumbed to the pain and blabbered everything out.
Observing what was going on, Zeke kept his hands fixed in his pockets. His gray eyes flashed with a bit of amusement mixed with confusion and impressiveness. He felt a little proud in his mind. His attention drifted slightly from the dying Simon.
Simon had only minutes left to gasp out his breath. He couldn’t speak anymore; each word stuck in his throat. He coughed out a mouthful of blood as he felt his body grow weaker and his vision blurry.
Everyone’s attention was absorbed by Evan’s healing ability. Isabella breathed out and stole a quick glance at Simon. Upon seeing him, her silver eyes widened, reminding everyone of the dying, pitiful thing. Everyone rushed to him, panicking. Zeke immediately squatted down, his breath growing harsher.
“Simon! Hang in there! You’ll be okay! You’ll be okay!” Zeke said panickedly.
Taking a deep breath, Evan decided to help, but seeing the dog of a man—even on his deathbed—still wearing a bright, chilling smile on his face… Really a psycho! she thought, placing her right hand on his chest. Just then, Zeke swatted her hand away.
“What are you doing?” Zeke asked coldly, his voice carrying a hint of wariness.
“I am trying to heal him.”
“Can you?”
Not paying attention to Zeke, she quickly placed her hand back on Simon’s chest and closed her eyes. Then she began chanting something to keep deeply concentrated.
Zeke paid attention and could only hear, “Come back! Concentrate!”—Evan trying her very best. A vein bulged on her forehead, and sweat broke out across it.
Meanwhile, Isabella decided to help. Just in case Evan wasn’t capable enough, she already opened a small portal and brought out a healing potion. She uncorked the little bottle and slipped it into Simon’s mouth. Though it was meant for minor injuries such as deep cuts, it couldn’t possibly save a dead person.
White light glowed from Evan’s palms upon Simon’s chest, making him cough out more blood. Even after all this, Simon kept smiling. And it seemed like Ezekiel was the only one irritated by it.
“Close your mouth! At this critical time you still think you can smile?”
“I… if I don’t, you’ll say I’m unusual! Hahahaha… now I’m being my true self! So let me,” Simon breathed out. His red eyes glowed like diamonds. He could feel less pain as seconds passed, and in a few more seconds he was back to normal, revealing his sharp fangs. He immediately got up like a superwoman who had just come out of the labor room.
Seeing that the psycho was okay, Evan breathed a sigh of relief, and Isabella held her chest, letting out a hot breath she didn’t let anyone notice. Zeke stayed calm, but his spirit was overjoyed that his friend was alive.
Simon was about to get up when white-silver ropes tied his hands and legs, rendering him helpless and powerless to the rope’s disposal. Whose silver ropes could these be, if not the witch queen’s? he sneered internally. Glancing up, it was indeed Isabella. He saw Evan patting Isabella as if telling her “well done.” A wide grin was on her face, and she suddenly remembered the bunny Brody.
“Why do you want to kill us?” Isabella asked. Her voice was laced with pure vacuum. Her silver eyes were deadly and cold, making them seem as unyielding as ice.
“Why do you want to kill me?” This time Isabella stated the fact, making the already smiling Simon let out a chuckle.
“You dare ask? How dare you?! You vicious thing. If I had known, I would’ve killed you and Evan long ago!”
Upon saying the word “Evan,” a red apple landed on Simon’s head. When he looked in its direction, he saw Zeke glaring disdainfully at him.
“How dare you insult Evan? She’s our savior for the day,” Zeke deadpanned.