Darker Than Black

:Darker Than Black: [Chapter: Thirty-Four ] //An Original Story//

Hudson and Matt stared at me in confusion.

"How do you know?" Hudson asked, pulling himself into a standing position and then helping me up as well.

He staggered forward for a second, before rectifying himself. He let out a slow breath of air, clutching his stomach.

"Hudson, are you okay?" I asked, looking at the wound I had inflicted.

"Don't worry about it," he responded, shaking his head.

I looked at my own hands, they were covered in blood. I couldn't remember anything that happened the past few hours. What exactly had I done? I eyed Matt warily. Had I done all that to Matt? All those cuts that would surely leave scars?

My stomach felt sick, and it clenched uncomfortably. How could I have harmed people I loved?

That thought now brought a blush to my face. Hudson had confessed his love to me. Something I hadn't thought he'd ever do in my wildest dreams. But I still hadn't told him how I felt about him either...

"Willow?"

I pulled myself out of my little reverie. What was I thinking? The building was about to burn down and I was wallowing in self-pity in a way. I shook my head, clearing it of all thoughts.

"Let's go," I said, nodding towards the door. "If we go this way, it will lead us to the entrance hall."

"How do you know this?" Matt asked, wincing as he began walking in the direction of the door.

I frowned slightly. "I... I'm not sure," I responded honestly. "It's just a feeling."

I turned around to see Hudson hadn't moved from where he was standing. I looked at him curiously.

"I can't walk on my own," he muttered, casting his gaze to the ground.

Guilt washed through me and I walked over to him, grabbing his arm and putting it over my shoulder. He leaned on me, trying not to make me have all the support, but pretty much ended up doing so anyway.

I staggered slightly under his weight, but managed to go forwards. Matt smirked, looking smugly at Hudson.

"I'm in worse shape than you are, and I can still walk," he commented, taking a few steps to emphasize his point.

Hudson scoffed. "You weren't stabbed though."

I grimaced. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, it's okay."

"It's not okay!" I responded, glaring at him from the corner of my eye. "Even if I was under some weird mind control, stabbing people is not okay!"

Hudson's eyes widened for a moment, but then he broke out into a smirk. "Whatever you say, Willow."

"Emmery," I corrected him.

"Emmery, are you sure this place is on fire?" Matt asked, opening the door that led to the hall way. "I don't even smell a trace of smoke or burning material."

"I'm almost positive," I told him, though slightly doubting myself now.

Why had I gotten that feeling that the place was on fire? It had randomly popped into my head, and before I knew it, I had said it out loud. But there was no proof to justify my feeling.

"We still have to get out of here," Hudson said, grunting in pain as I accidentally knocked him into the doorway. "Careful, Willow. You're dealing with a fragile item here."

"Maybe the fragile item could lose some weight," I muttered, lugging him down the hallway.

"I heard that," Hudson responded sounding amused. "However I'm at a healthy weight for a guy my age right now, so I'll pass on the weight loss. You on the other hand--"