well here's the next bit hope it doesn't dissapoint
Surkaust stood in the middle of the room wiping blood from his hands and smiling pleasantly. Kailah was sitting on the floor in shock with the two torn bodies of Kash and Kelm around her.
“What did you do?!” Cam gasped out covering his mouth, he felt sick.
“Whatever do you mean, Gantervez?” Surkaust asked spreading his hands out, “I merely took care of a Chaos threat.”
“Explain yourself, Surkaust.” Maltoris demanded after surveying the horror. He walked in from the corridor and stood next to Cameron.
Surkaust shrugged, “I came by to check on Malavander and found two Chaos. I killed them before they could do harm to her.”
“They weren’t a threat!” Cam yelled at him his fury rising, “They were harmless kids!”
“How was I to know?” Surkaust replied calmly, “All I saw were two Chaos uniforms. Malavander wasn’t in the room with them so I feared the worst.”
“You bastard!” Cam screamed his control finally snapping.
“Gantervez!” Maltoris called out to him and tried to grab his arm. Cameron ignored him as he drew his sword and lunged for Surkaust.
Surkaust’s eyes went black and Cam’s body locked up and he fell to the floor. It was almost impossible to breathe and Cam gasped for any ounce of air. It felt like his blood was trying to claw its way out of his skin.
“Surkaust, stop.” Maltoris ordered.
Surkaust blinked and his eyes turned back to silver as he looked up at Maltoris. Cam lay on the ground and gasped for breath. Maltoris glared at Surkaust and Cam could feel the pressure between the two of them but couldn’t move.
Surkaust chuckled, “Well, mistakes happen in war. I’ll take my leave now.”
He stepped over Cam and floated out the door. Maltoris watched him warily the entire time. Once Surkaust was gone he went and knelt next to Cam.
“Are you alright?” Maltoris asked him.
Cam nodded as he got to his hands and knees. He coughed hard and looked to Kai through his tears.
“Kai?!” Cam called out to her as he stood up and went to kneel at her side. She didn’t respond but just stared at the floor. Her lips moved murmuring something but Cam couldn’t make out what the words were.
“Kai!” Cam shook her shoulders and she slowly focused on his face.
“Cam?” Kai said confusion in her voice, “Why?”
Her eyes unfocused again and she stared at the floor. Cam scooped her into his arms and walked out of the room with Maltoris behind him. She gripped the front of his shirt but other than that she was lifeless.
“I’ll send some men to take care of this. Do you have another place to go?” Maltoris asked softly, “You are welcome to my quarters if needed.”
Cameron shook his head, “No, I’ll head to Captain Skiff’s home. I think it would be best.”
“Ah,” Maltoris nodded, “yes, last I heard it was still standing. I’m sorry this happened.”
“Is there anything we can do to him?” Cam asked anger filling his voice.
“You cannot.” Maltoris replied sternly, “But I certainly will.”
With that he walked off down the corridor. Cam glanced back at the door then turned and headed toward Skiff’s house.
Morsha took one look out the window at Cam as he walked solemnly down the path and started issuing orders. Skiff met him at the door and held it open for Cam to get through. Skiff saw that they were both covered in blood but didn’t ask what happened after looking at Cam’s face.
Kailah was still staring at nothing and hadn’t said a single word the entire time. Morsha directed him to the spare bedroom carrying a bowl of water and a cloth. Cam placed Kailah gently on the edge of the bed still staring into space. He left at Morsha’s urging and she shut the door behind him.
Cam sat in one of the chairs and stared at the floor. Skiff handed him a drink and Cam took it but didn’t drink it.
“What happened?” Skiff asked after taking a sip from his own drink.
Cam rubbed his jaw and took a deep breath. Skiff listened in silence as Cam told him the events of the past hour. After he was finished Cam felt a renewed sickness in his stomach remembering the carnage. Morsha came out of the room carrying the bowl of blooded water and the wash rag.
“How is she?” Cam asked, “Was she hurt?”
“No, she’s in shock but appears unharmed.” Morsha replied setting the bowl down on the kitchen table, “What happened?”
“Surkaust happened.” Cam spat, “That despicable snake.”
Morsha was silent remembering her encounter with Surkaust. Shaking her head she went to the kitchen to fix something to eat.
Cam accepted a bowl of soup that Morsha dished up for him. He didn’t eat it; his stomach was still trying to crawl up his esophagus. He just stared at the contents and poked it with the spoon.
“Where’re you going?” Cam asked Skiff as he stood up buckling on his sword belt.
“Patrol.” Skiff answered then kissed his wife and headed out the door.
Cam looked to Morsha for an answer and she smiled softly at him.
“The city is still on alert and his squad is due to report in an hour. He’s off to round everyone up that’s still breathing.” Morsha replied as she wiped her hands on her apron.
“Where’s Don and Viska?” Cam asked looking around.
Morsha’s smile faded, “We haven’t heard from them.”
“I’m sure they’re fine,” Cam said quickly, “Last I saw of them they were at a Healer’s tent. Viska had gotten slightly hurt and was resting with Don watching after her.”
Morsha breathed a sigh of relief, “Well that’s good.”
Cam nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose, he head was pounding. He felt a cool hand on his forehead and opened his eyes to see Morsha checking his temperature.
“Wait here.” She said softly as she went back into the kitchen.
A few minutes later she came back with a cup of hot liquid. Cam looked at it skeptically as he picked it up.
“Don’t breath and drink it.” Morsha commanded in a motherly way.
Cam sighed and held his breath as he drank the nasty tasting medicine. It was cool enough to gulp down and Cam was thankful for that. He was sure he didn’t want to have to take it a sip at a time.
“Gah,” Cam complained after he had finished, “what is that?”
“You don’t want to know, but it’ll cure that cold by tomorrow.” Morsha said taking the empty cup from him, “Now out of those wet clothes and off to bed with you.”
Cam chuckled as he stood up and took off his wet shirt. Morsha handed him a dry one and he put it on. Cam plopped down on their couch and Morsha brought him a blanket. Cam thanked her and almost as soon as she walked off he was fast asleep.
An urgent banging on the front door woke Cameron from his dead sleep. Not quite knowing where he was he jumped off the couch and reached for his sword, which wasn’t there.
More urgent banging brought Morsha down the stairs followed closely by Kale. Cameron rubbed sleep out of his eyes as he glanced at the clock that claimed it was three in the morning.
“Yes?” Morsha asked as she opened the door.
“I’m tellin’-hic- you it aintsh that bad, mmk?” Skiff pushed past his wife with Don hanging on his shoulders and Viska behind them. Kale lit lamps and Cam focused on the small group as they set Don in a kitchen chair.
“What the hell happened?” Cam asked now awake after seeing Don’s bandaged stump of a right leg.
Don just giggled while Viska stared at the floor. Skiff sighed heavily as he sat down in a chair. Morsha brought him a cup of coffee and he thanked her for it.
“Osh, Cam!” Don cried catching sight of him, “It’sh likes a party! Almost, member Vishhka, like the one we had in the tentsh with themsm, um, bloody folks. Whosit…”
Cam still staring at Don asked, “Translation please?”
“A Chaos Blood Pair attacked the Healer’s tent we were at.” Viska answered softly staring at Don’s missing leg, “Don lost his leg in the fight saving me.”
She shuddered as she hugged herself and Cam noticed new marks on her skin that weren’t there the last time he had seen her. Cam could tell by the look on Skiff’s face that he shouldn’t pry for now. Don was staring at the ceiling giggling.
“Why is he like this then?” Cam asked pointing at Don.
Don gasped and startled everyone, “Cammy! The Healer’s have this aweshum wine, man, it’sh like the best!”
“They, um,” Viska said pursing her lips, “They kinda needed him to relax while they worked on him.”
“Well,” Cam said slowly as Don drew circle-ish shapes on the table, “Where’s the rest of his leg. If it was Healers why didn’t they save all of it?”
Viska bit her lip and turned slightly green, “Well, that’s all we could find of it.”
Scenes of the horror in Cam’s apartment flashed across his mind and Cam understood what she meant. Cam swallowed hard and an unsettling silence hushed over the group.
“Well,” Skiff sighed standing back up, “I have to go back. Help me get this guy upstairs.”
Cam nodded and helped with Don. Between the two of them they managed to get him standing and headed for the stairs. Viska and Morsha followed after them.
Skiff and Cam got Don into Viska’s bed and Morsha sent Viska to get an extra blanket for herself who was going to sleep on the small couch in the room in case Don needed anything.
“Hey, Skiff!” Don said flapping his hand at Skiff as he pulled of his boot, “Did you know that-hic- you’re daughter ish likes, the pertiest girl?”
“Yes, Don, I know.” Skiff said patronizingly as he pulled off the other boot.
“I’ve always loveshed her!” Don said blearily looking at Skiff.
Cam stopped in the middle of detangling himself from Don and looked at Skiff. Skiff’s expression was impassive but frozen.
“Um, Don,” Cam intervened, “you already have a bunch of ladies, don’t you?”
Don shook his head heavily, “Ya’ but themses only fer the fun of it, it wash-watsit- mutual. But I’veses always only loved Vishka. Oh! But don’t tell Vishka! She’s deserves a better man n’ me.”
He pointed a finger at Cam and poked it in his chest, “Mark’em words. Better’n me gots it?!”
Cam and Skiff pushed Don gently down on the bed as he drunkenly monologue.
“That bastard hurt her.” Don said solemnly staring at the floor, “He washn’t good enough fer Vishka. So I killed him.”
Cameron followed Skiff as he headed for the door. Morsha and Viska had gone downstairs to get something else.
Skiff stopped when Don grabbed the back hem of his shirt, “Skiff, forgive me…”
Cam turned to see Don burying his face in the pillow with his arm stretched out holding onto Skiff. Cam looked back to Skiff and saw him clench his hands.
“I do, Don.” Skiff said softly his voice cracking from anger, “You did right, killing the bastard that hurt my little girl.”
“I wasn’t fast enough…” Cam heard Don mumble as his hand dropped from Skiff’s shirt. He saw in the light from the door, deep scars that crisscrossed all over Don’s arm. Cam followed Skiff out of the room and down the stairs.
Morsha smiled softly at them as she headed past with Viska behind her. They went to the living room and Skiff picked up his sword belt.
“I’m heading back out.” Skiff said heavily.
Cam nodded and put his hands on his hips. He followed Skiff to the door and stopped just in time to keep from running into him.
“Don’t tell anything of what you heard to Morsha.” Skiff said deadly serious, “Viska made me and Don promise.”
Cam took an involuntary step back from the intensity of Skiff’s gaze. He nodded slowly and Skiff left. Cam shut the door behind Skiff and breathed out the breath he had been holding.
Scratching the back of his head Cam went back to the couch. Sitting down heavily he rubbed his face. Looking at the clock there was only a few hours left till dawn. He yawned and decided to see what sleep he could catch.
Startling awake Cam shot off the couch. The room was pitch black and the house was silent. Slowly his eyes accustomed to the soft moonlight filtering into the room as he listened for what had woken him and he heard it again. He headed for the spare room Kailah was in.
“Kai?” Cam asked softly as he opened the door.
He walked softly to the edge of the bed and saw her curled into a ball. She wasn’t asleep, just staring at the wall. He put his hand on her shoulder and she looked up at him.
“Cam?” Kailah asked softly reaching her hand out to him.
“I’m here.” Cam replied holding her hand, “You ok?”
Kailah shook her head, “No. I keep seeing those boys.”
Cam nodded he didn’t have the words to comfort himself much less her right now. He knelt next to the bed still holding her hand.
“Cam?” Kailah asked him softly again.
“Yes, Kai?” Cam answered back gently.
“Would you hold me?” Kai asked, “At least till I fall asleep?”
Cam smiled softly at her in the moonlight. She scooted over in the bed so he could crawl in. As Cam wrapped his arms around her he noticed she was shivering. He hugged her closer trying to warm her. Slowly Kailah stopped shivering and her breathing evened out. Cam stroked her hair.
“Cam?” Kailah asked softly.
“Yeah?” Cam replied still stroking her hair.
“Is it my fault?” Her voice cracked.
Cam shifted back and tilted her chin to make her look at him. He looked into her eyes and saw the pain and sadness in the moonlight. He wanted so much to take that pain away.
“No” He replied firmly, “It’s not your fault, it’s no one’s fault but Surkaust.”
“But, if-“ She started but Cam shushed her by putting a finger to her lips.
“No, it’s not your fault.” Cam repeated.
Kailah nodded and leaned her head on his chest once again. Cam listened to the slowly slacking rain and Kailah’s breathing. Cam decided he would wait to tell Kai about Don’s leg, she didn’t need any other shocks right now.
“Cam?” Kailah breathed out softly. By her voice Cam could tell she was almost asleep.
“Yeah?” He whispered back.
“I love you.” She whispered.
Cam looked down and saw that Kailah was asleep. Her breathing was even and deep. Cam watched her sleep for a few moments and studied her. The more Cam studied this woman the more he realized he had come to love her.
She had not only repaired the hole in his heart left by Shalia’s death but had also filled every nook and cranny. She had taught him what it was like to laugh again. What it was like to hurt when someone else was hurting. She had taught him more than just how to survive but how to live again.
Cam kissed her gently on her forehead, “I love you too.”