753 Untreatable (1/2)

While moving him, the bleeding still hadn't stopped. Fex using his string had tied just above the wound, keeping strong pressure on it, his arm was raised, whatever was left of it to make sure it was above his heart trying to stop the blood loss as much as possible.

When the healer came out, they were hoping everything would be okay , but Quinn had a bad feeling and he was hoping he wasn't right.

”It's not working, the bleeding won't stop. I don't know what's wrong?” The girl cried and looked like she would break down herself at any second. Her hands were shaking, but she wasn't frightened because she couldn't help Peter. It was because she could feel a strange intent behind her, it was a smothering feeling around her throat, the air felt tight. If she couldn't do anything to help Peter, she thought it would be the end of her life.

”Quinn, stop it!” Linda said, noticing that he was the one that was frightening everyone else. A strange power was seeping out of him that he wasn't able to control.

Getting his act together, Quinn went over to Peter and tried to see if he could do anything. The attack that was used was a Qi attack. Quinn knew that Qi attacks made it so vampires had trouble healing. It was most likely that Peter was experiencing the same thing, only a more drastic version of it.

Maybe it was more effective against vampire type creatures compared to humans.

Closing his eyes, Quinn tried to feel the Qi around Peter's body and that's when he could see it. A strange energy was felt around the edge of the wound. The question was, how would he get rid of it?

Quinn tried moving his own energy to the wound but there was nothing, he tried extracting whatever energy Peter hadm but that still didn't do anything. Each time he tried something different it failed, and he clenched his other hand by his side harder and harder.

So hard that he hadn't noticed his fingernails piercing into the palm of his hand, and the blood dripping onto the floor.

”Peter are you still, there? I'm going to do everything I can, so don't die on me!” Quinn shouted.

Grabbing Peter, he soon dashed away with him to the ship. Injuries that were bad could usefully be fixed with meat. Maybe the healing hadn't completely stopped, but was just slow. This was the last thing he could think of.

When entering the ship, Peter still had the energy to eat the food provided. It had been mashed up into minced meat, that way if anyone was to find the strange meat or see Peter eating it, they wouldn't be suspicious of anything.

”No Peter, we aren't going through this again!” Quinn shouted

Back outside the ship, many of the Cursed were busy talking to each other, talking about what had just occurred.

”Why did they have to go that far, and why aren't they doing anything to help us?” The Cursed members were talking amongst themselves.

She clearly knew the wound wouldn't heal, just like how Helen's hadn't. What Lucy had done was basically a death sentence. They were wondering if it was a message.

On the other side, Layla was having similar thoughts, she didn't think her mother was a killer and didn't understand why she had done what she had done. She wanted to ask but was too afraid. When looking at her mother it was always hard to read her which was strange.

Ever since Layla had changed, she was able to see a smog of emotions depending how negative one's mood was. Everyone usually had a little bit of fog or smog above their heads. With her mother it was different, she couldn't see anything above her head.

'Does she really feel nothing after what she has done?'