“No, no no no, NO!” The StormChaser screamed as she ran up to the fallen form of FrostByte.

Her friend, her enemy, her lifeline. Her fallen figure upon the floor, blood pooled around her at an alarming rate. FrostByte couldn’t speak, her voice box broken.

“Please, no…” the StormChaser cried, in her arms was the dying FrostByte. This was something straight up out of a nightmare.

The StormChaser grabbed FrostByte’s hands, prompting her to please apply pressure to some of the wounds using her flowing purple cape. The StormChaser cried as she tried to staunch the bleeding, she couldn’t let FrostByte die on her.

Unexpectedly, the StormChaser froze and her gaze was locked onto FrostByte’s. FrostByte laid a bloody hand on the StormChaser’s cheek, a faint smile playing on her lips despite the agony of the bullet wounds. The StormChaser let out a shaky breath, “I can’t lose you”

A simple statement, a quiet plea. The StormChaser’s cape was off, and now a gentle blanket for the FrostByte. “Please,” The StormChaser begged, her voice cracking as the light drizzle was now pouring around the pair. The StormChaser had known FrostByte’s identity ever since the black hole where heart was became a sharp thorn in her side. She couldn’t believe it, didn’t believe it at first but now, as she gazed at FrostByte’s unmasked face before her, she feared the worst.

The sound of police sirens began to near and close in, the StormChaser couldn’t let them _ever _find out who FrostByte was. And so the StormChaser reached up for her mask, FrostByte weakly tried to stop her as she shook her head. When the StormChaser pulled away the simple cloth mask from her face, FrostByte didn’t look away. She gazed intently into Remelda’s eyes. The mask was gently yet securely tied to FrostByte’s face, getting a half hearted chuckle mixed with a sniffle from the tears, “You look good in purple,”

The StormChaser’s voice cracked as did her attempt at a smile. She felt her fingers run over the carefully crafted bullet proof suit she wore, if only she hadn’t been so selfish… if only she had been more insistent on making FrostByte’s first. The StormChaser didn’t realize how dangerously close her face was to FrostBytes until the were millimeters apart. The StormChaser’s eyes widened in shock before quietly muttering, “we need to leave”

With that, Remelda took FrostByte in her arms and stood, the weight unbalancing but not extreme. She started with one foot in front of the other, a step, a second step, until she was running down the streets. Remelda knew she might of missed her only chance, but she didn’t care about that, what she cared about was getting FrostByte out of there, FrostByte living another day and Void never finding out about what had almost happened.