RIVER POV
"I think I killed him" he words echo in my ears as I race down the path towards the warehouse, "Chaos!" I shout his name, my eyes scanning the ground and surround trees. I hear a muffled groan up ahead, I follow the sound, to find Chaos on his back clutching his leg, or where his leg used to be.
"The bitch cut my fucking leg off!" He growls out, I have no idea how he even managed to stay conscious. "After she tried to fucking stab me." I pull my phone out calling Dad, he could fix this, at least I hoped he could.
Thankfully Dad was able to reattach the leg, but Chaos had lost a lot of blood which Dad was also currently fixing. Chaos made up some bullshit story about weapons practice getting out of hand. I knew Dad wasn't buying it. I mean who cut off their own leg practicing sword fighting?
"River what the fuck happened out there?" Dad asks on a sigh as he comes into the kitchen. I shrug because I really have no idea.
