Pique - GoodTimesWithScar & Grian

                                    

                                          
Gasping, I awake with a start, sitting up on the springy mattress beneath me, the dense red blanket being thrown slightly off my torso. My hand instinctively flies up to the middle of my chest, anticipating the sharp tip of a diamond sword to be protruding there, or any remnants of it, finding only a cotton shirt, slightly undone, and layers of tight bandage. Pressing down, I feel a sharp pain, lasting only a few seconds. Glancing around, I see sandstone walls, dark oak furniture, and-,
	"Grian..?" I mumble, my voice surprising me slightly at its hoarseness. The said male slowly stirs in his slumber, blinking, his deep brown, almost black eyes start squinting at me, before widening in realization.
	"Oh! Hey, you're awake Y/N." He stretches his arms over his head, satisfying the crack sound from his aching bones. "How're you feeling-? ...Y/N?" I ignore him somewhat, glaring at the soft material between my fingers.
	"Y/N...?" He asks again, more cautiously this time. I squeeze my eyes shut as it all comes flooding back to me. All of it. Running through the forest, chasing Scott and Jimmy, then-. Anger fills my veins. Martyn.
	"He killed me." I utter.
	"What..?"
	"He killed me!" I exclaim louder.
	"Y/N, just take a breath alright-" I rip the sheets off my body, swinging my legs off the soft material and to the hard, wooden ground.
"Where is my sword Grian!?"
"Y/N just calm done alright. Let's talk about this-"
"WHERE IS MY SWORD GRIAN!" Grian stands to his feet as I storm towards him, grabbing the scruff of his red sweater and slamming him into the wall behind. Loud footsteps sound out underneath us, then up a flight of stairs, and towards the room. Scar bursts through the door, sliding slightly on the floor, clutching his hat to his head, his shawl swinging around his gray frame.
"Whoa!" He takes a moment to compose himself and take in the situation before speaking again. "Y/N...hey, put Grian down." I glare at him, tightening my grip subconsciously.
"Where are my things Scar." I speak dangerously low, my tone stoic but serious. He puts out his hands, gently approaching us.
"I'll get you your stuff, just... Let. Him. Go." He speaks sternly, darting his eyes between my face and Grians. I turn back to Grian, glaring at him once more before dropping him, my hands falling to my sides. Then, everything happens too quickly for even my own comprehension.
Path 1:
I grab Grian by the shoulders and shove him into Scar, knocking the both of them over. Running over their two figures, I whip around the door, and slam it shut, heaving my weight against it as I grab a plank of wood nearby and lock the door shut. Shuffling, followed by yelling from within the door fades out as I jog down the staircase, heading towards the entrance. Grabbing shoes and slipping them on hastily I approach the dark oak table picking up my armor and weapons, a satchel holding an array of potions, a compass and a flint and steel, I leave, running down Monopoly Mountain and towards the forest, over the uneven dunes, south-east, heading to Renchanting.
Path 2:
	Scar lunges towards me as Grian slides out from the wall, roughly grabbing my shoulders, and shoving my front in the wall where Grian had previously been cornered against. I gasp, shifting my face to the side, as my arms get pinned behind my back by his calloused hands, leaning his chest against my back as well to keep me in place.
	"LET ME GO RIGHT NOW SCAR!" I yell at him, shifting my body, and attempting to shove him backwards.
	"J-just calm down. You don't wanna do anything to rash Y/N!" He tries to reason with me, but all I feel is rage. Pure uncontained rage for Martyn, and the other associates of Dogwarts. I throw my head back in an effort to knock him out, but he leans back out of my range.
	"Y/N, listen to us. We know you're mad, and you have every reason to, but just take a moment to think out what you're about to try and do! There's five of them and only one of you, and you just lost your first life. You should take some time to think this through!" Grian cries out in another futile attempt to reason with me.
	"What, and be like that coward Scott hides behind those highly flammable walls!" I spit out at him, my tone laced with spite. I continue my struggle, inevitably to be stopped as a solid piece of material, possibly the hilt of a sword, smacks me in the back of the head harshly, knocking me unconscious as I slump into Scars arms.