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White, how do you have that bracelet weapon? And why did you mind control Second?

Eraser:"oh that? were made based on Dark Lord's Virobots bracelets! an "informer" of ours gave us the blueprints on how to create the bracelets! and about the orange one, they are important for our superior.... Their powers are much more powerful than you can imagine! They just needed some... 'Improvements'" she smiles and starts to laugh.

Poison:"Hump! You're not the only one who should have cool toys! I wanted my own toys!" He snorts pushing Purple tied next to Green who was staring blankly after had seen what they did with the sec. "I wish I could upgrade my lab!! New and sharper syringes!! Different poisons!! New ways of doing experiments..." He says this looking at the two hostages with a disturbing smile...

Purple felt a chill, they get closer to Green and hold his hand, the hand of the arm with the open cut. Purple hesitates to look at the wound but he had to see how serious it was. The sight was grotesque, they could see the torn flesh of his arm, and the smell of blood was nauseating, Purple covered ther mouth in horror, and Green looked dead, he was breathing but his eyes were almost empty, as if his hopes had just completely disappeared... They found Second... But what they found was very horrible... Second followed the woman's every command, as if she controlled them. Purple then remember of what that anon said before, that they should hit them in the head! Purple, even tied up, tries to shake Green.

Purple:"Green..." They whisper, "Green... Answer... Remember what that anon said?? That they were controlling them?? It means if they were right about that, it means all we need to do is hit them Behind the head!"They talk low just for Green. He lifts his head, looking in Second's direction, his vision blurry and hearing buzzing, he could see Second right in front of him, looking at the woman in white as she fiddles with her bracelets. Green's eyes were red from crying so hard when he saw the Second like this, He wished this was all just a bad dream... But it wasn't...

Green:"I don't know Purp..." He shakes his head, "I don't know how to get out of this..." He starts to think again. He was in a lot of pain. Not for the badly injured arm, at this point he doesn't care about it anymore, for him, he could die from blood loss he wouldn't care! He just wanted his best friend, and the person he loves more than anything, to be safe and well, and he failed at that...

Purple wanted to be free so he could hug Green, but in this state, he can only lean his head on his shoulder. Purple is then pulled by the arm by Poison, Green panics and starts reacting in fear of what they could do to them. Purple starts screaming trying to force their feet into the dirt for them to drag away from him, they start crying in Panic. They started to try to kick them but his leg was still injured and he barely even moved properly and every movement only opened the wound further. Green try to forget about the broken leg and try to get up in vain, he fell on his face on the ground scratching his chin and looking at Purple who was dragged against his will and thrown in front of Second and the woman in white who controlled them. Whatever they were going to do, Purple was fixated on Second.

Eraser:"Second Coming..." He smiles facing Purple and pulling away a little like Poison who crossed his arms behind his back. "Kill them..." Purple's eyes widen as well as Green's as he forces himself up even with his whole body hurting and forces his legs to run towards Purple. But poison unfortunately notices him doing this and gives him a knee in the stomach and an elbow in the back causing him to fall back to the ground spitting blood.

Poison:"You know... It would be fun if I could do some experiments on you... I already like it when you cry..." He laughs holding Green's head tightly and forcing him to see Purple being executed in front of him.

Second slowly raised their hand which carried a strong green energy, aimed towards Purple, staring at them with bright white eyes and the veins that went to the back of their head. A sphere of green energy formed in their hand, each second seemed to get bigger, Purple crawled back in fear facing Second. Their eyes filled with fear and tears, reflecting on Second's white eyes, Purple just stared at them, and Green just watched, wanting not to look, muttering several low "no's" that were muffled by the sound of electricity getting more energized.

Purple:"Sec..." Purple whispered closing their eyes, "I love you..."

in seconds they shoot.... and hit the ground next to Purple. they were panting, their eyes glowing with their natural greenish color. everyone in the place was in shock, did they break free from control?? They look at Purple heavily panting, little sparks shooting out of their eyes.

Second:"P-purple...?" They whispered in a weak, almost tearful voice. Then they start screaming with their hands on their heads, Purple and Green start to worry, Eraser was squeezing a device in their hands that seemed to control mind control. Second's agonized screams distracted her enough that Purple kicked her hard in the heel causing her to fall and knock the device out of her hand. Purple if you drag to the device before she got it with a little difficulty, she tries to take it back but they won't let it kick her in the face and try to get up. poison was going towards Purple but Green grabs him with one hand, being kicked by him but not released Purple manages to get up limping and with force they throw the device on the ground causing it to break. The device breaks and Second's last cry of pain causes a massive shock wave to appear in the sky and spread through the server, and shortly after that they fall to their knees on the ground.

Poison kicks Green hard causing him to release him, he gives Green one last kick that sends him rolling to the ground, badly injured.

Purple:"Green!!" Purple, still injured, runs to Green and picks him up crying wanting to wake him up since the meso was losing consciousness, in addition to his health bar he had only two hearts two and a half hearts. "Green...." Purple hugs Green desperately.

Eraser:"You little shits...YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!!!" She was furious with the pieces of the device in her hands, "POISON, KILL THEM!!!" she orders, poison smiles taking his ax and facing Purple and Green ready to hit them. Eraser looks at where second had fallen, her eyes widen... "Where... Where did they—" Before she can finish, Poison is hit by something fast and thrown away from both of them.

Second:"STAY AWAY FROM THEM!!!" Second's voice was steady and serious. And in seconds they takes them both in ther arms and takes them away from that place and away from those sociopaths Annoyed Eraser throws the broken pieces to the floor and scream in frustration.

Second arrives at a point farther away from where they were before, pausing to leave Green on the ground and Purple right next to them. Purple was glazed over Second still in shock that somehow Second It was themselves...

Second, panting, they look at Green seeing the worrying situation of the friend they cared for so much, But they understand, and they knew what to do. Closing ther eyes, Second leaves ther hands raised over Green and Purple, sparks went out from ther eyes and small strong sparkles begin to surround the three of them.

And slowly their wounds begin to close up, it causes Purple a little pain, and they could have sworn they could hear Green groan in pain very quietly. After the wounds close, Purple looks at Green's health bar that he was refilling. They were relieved, they then feel Second's weight on their shoulder, they look at them worriedly. Sec was panting, they used up a lot of their energy and now they were very exhausted, they then start watering with their hands on their head, they had a lot of headache.

Purple notices something stuck in ther head and tries to take it out, it was the device, trying to take it out caused Second pain, Purple closes ther eyes and rips the device out which makes Second scream in pain. Purple throws the device away, a device resembling a small metal spider, it had some blood that belonged to Second on the tips of its pointed legs. Purple looks at Second again, they look at him, and without a word the two hug each other, letting the tears fall on their shoulders. After many tears, both of them get up, Second takes Green in their arms and the three of them head to a nearby cave for themselves to hide and shelter.

Purple picked up some wood on the way to make a fire for them to warm up. Second, they were hugging their arms, shaking, not from the cold, but from fear... They were afraid of what those monsters could do... They hurt Green, Purple, Red... They didn't even know what they did to Blue and Yellow, they were too scared... Purple sits next to them, they both look at Green who was lying on Sec's hood under his head. Green was unconscious, even safe, Second was still scared, they cry again with Purple comforting them with hugs. Those three monsters were still looking for them... They managed to save the Sec... But they still need to get rid of those monsters...

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This is a small contribution to @kaitopitoo and @othervio ‘s FS vampire AU! The story immediately starts after the plot of Kaito’s comic. I’ve been greatly inspired by this AU and just needed to write a little something. Kaito has also created a few drawings related to this fic, and it is just such a great honor! I had a lot of fun writing this fic and I hope you guys enjoy it as well! Read the fic on Ao3 or underneath the marker! Thank you so much to the AU creators for allowing me to participate! :)

“Go find Green and Vio. I’ll stay with him.”

“Huh–” It didn’t occur to Blue right away that what Red demanded of him was probably close to a death wish, but when it did, it struck Blue like lightning. Leaving Red alone with a vampire?! Sure, they were all capable fighters in their own right. Still, Vio, as well as Green, were living proof that alone by themselves, they were nothing but weak meat sacks against a starving vampire. They couldn’t be trusted. It was a call for disaster. “H-Hey! Are you out of your goddamn mind?! I’m not just leaving you alone with him! Mind you, he was feasting on a dead animal! What do you think he will do to you once you’re alone with him? You remember what he did to Green and Vio, right?!”

Red turned towards him with a gentle, comforting smile, unfazed by his ranting. “Sure, I remember all that. But… What if what Vio said was true?” he offered softly, lowering his rod that was loosely resting in his hand. “I mean, just look at him! If he really posed a danger to us, why would he rather eat from an animal’s corpse rather than go on a hunt in the nearby villages?”

“Because he knows what awaits him when he gets caught! He’ll get killed. That’s why! That doesn’t stop him from jumping at the next closest opportunity when he gets it.”

“Still… Vio trusts him.” Red’s eyes lowered to where Shadow was still cowering on the floor, hunched over, hand pressed to his face in a vain attempt to stop his supposed meal from leaving his body, shaking and convulsing in a way that made Blue’s own guts constrict from nausea. “And we trust Vio, so… why can’t you trust him?”

Blue released a disdainful grunt in response, turning away from the scene and vigorously refusing to have his better half scratched by this pitiful sight, his consciousness stirred. As pathetic as this whole situation was, he couldn’t let it influence him. What if this was a ploy? What if he lured them into believing he was defenseless and entirely at their mercy? Vampires couldn’t be trusted. They were the enemy, vicious, disgusting things that could mess with their minds, break bodies and alter their perception in order to suck the life out of them like humongous ticks. They were nothing more than evil reshaped in its most devious form, a stain upon this holy land that belonged to their grace Zelda. That was why they became hunters and devoted their whole life to–erasing these pests from the earth’s surface. It was their duty, their calling. And suddenly, everything they had believed until this point was supposed to be what? Nothing but a lie?

“Have you forgotten about the oath we swore?” Blue hissed back, facing Red again, the grip on his sword so tight it made the leather of his handle churn angrily from the abuse. “We are hunters, Red. It is our job to kill the likes like him. We should take and kill him as we speak! And you want to reason with me about trust?!”

“Blue…”

“Vio threw away our trust when he decided to return to this pest! He-!”

“But what if he is right?! What if they aren’t what we think they are? What do we really know about them apart from what Zelda told us?” Red countered sharply, his eyes fierce with determination. “Oath or not, you can’t deny that this whole thing is not adding up anymore! If Shadow is the killer we take him for, why is Vio still alive? Why is Green still alive? Why is he drinking the blood of a decaying animal? Don’t you at least think it’s strange that none of our expectations about vampires have been met yet?”

Blue grit his teeth, shaking his head furiously in denial. “Even so, Zelda’s words stand above everything-!”

“Forget about Zelda’s words and look for yourself!” Red stepped aside, gesturing at the pitiful pile of misery still moaning and wheezing in agony. “Does this look like a dangerous killer to you?!”

This time, Blue couldn’t find it within himself to argue, for one, because he knew he was in the wrong to agree and, maybe, just maybe, a part of him wanted to doubt, wanted to believe what Vio said to be true. But he couldn’t. It spoke against his principles, against every fiber of his being that had spent sweat, blood, and tears into becoming a hunter, becoming Zelda’s extension to execute her will. Allowing himself to doubt was a betrayal beyond fixing, a stab in the back to his queen, comrades, and himself. It just couldn’t be… if only he had enough evidence, enough proof to justify this.

Evidence. Proof. Vio’s word couldn’t be trusted, not with him being the only person around Shadow and staying alive. He could be brainwashed, manipulated, or something along those lines. However, one judgment he could trust–his own. So if he stayed behind and remained alive as well… perhaps that could sway his opinion.

“Fine then,” Blue sighed, his features softening while remaining sharp and focused. “You go find the others. I’ll stay here.” The smaller man’s eyes widened in surprise.

“B-But-”

“I’ll see for myself how harmless he really is…and how much the bookworm’s judgment is worth. And, if things go south after all, I can buy us more time than you can. We both know I’m stronger. Now go.” Red seemed like he wanted to object, his mouth opening, the look in his eyes indecisive. But despite all this, he remained quiet, closed his mouth again, and gave Blue a meaningful nod before quickly skipping into a sprint back to town. Blue’s attentive gaze followed him until he disappeared behind the trees and shrubs, and the sound of steps lost itself in the distance. Only the airy wheezes of the vampire before him remained, him still dealing with the aftermath the foul drink had caused, but now calm enough to grace him with a spiteful stare from below under painfully slow and controlled breaths.

“You should have followed your friend….” Shadow groaned, his hand reaching up to wipe off the remains running down his chin.

Blue’s eyes narrowed. “Is that a threat, scum?!”

“No.” Blue would have taken it as a lie if it hadn’t sounded so annoyed and strangely nonchalant. “... you’re just wasting your time.”

“I wonder if you’ll say the same once we have you tied to the stake and burnt just like the rest of your cursed kin.”

The corners of Shadow’s mouth moved up to a crooked smile, but it appeared sadder than… amused. “I can’t say it enough… but killing me is pointless.”

“Is that what you told Vio as well?” Blue scoffed. “I’d be shocked if this was all the convincing he needed to believe you. And here I thought he was the smart one.”

“He is the smart one,” Shadow insisted, pushing himself up slowly. Blue pulled the tip of his sword forward, ready to strike at any given time should he decide to attack. He intently watched his every move, every little twitch of a muscle. However, despite his expectation, he remained peaceful, not moving rapidly. “He immediately understood that slaughtering my people served nothing other than that supposed savior king’s wicked fantasy. And that bitch of a queen on the throne right now is no better. She is but the mere image of her father’s insanity.”

“How-!” Of course. Tarnishing the mighty king’s and Zelda’s name suited a vampire just right. Blue’s anger flared with newfound fuel, and he thrust the sword forward as a warning. “Don’t you even dare say her grace’s name!” Completely unfazed, Shadow moved the blade aside with a swift brush of his hand, his expression remaining unnervingly neutral, pushing Blue further into defensiveness, expecting something underhanded to happen any second now. Vampires were known to be unpredictable. But no worries. If he wound up dead, his friends would know what to do and take out that monster once and for all. He’d gladly take it if all it took to clear the fronts was his sacrifice.

“Your queen means nothing to me. She is an heir to a bloody throne, nothing else. Protect her all you want, and praise her name. She will always be a murderer.”

“She? A murderer?!” Blue spat, infuriated, his arms shaking from adrenaline. “It was you! You and your cursed kin! Don’t you think we’ve already forgotten what you did to us, all the innocent people you slaughtered like pigs!”

Another exhausted sigh. “You mortals are so quick to forget… But I guess it’s easier to put the blame on others, isn’t it?”

“What are you saying, filth? The blame for what?!”

“You said we murdered your people, but you completely ignore that it all started with your people, not mine,” Shadow explained. “It was you who attacked us first, not us. You wanted us gone while we were just trying to get around. It was you who invaded our land and took everything away that once belonged to us. That doesn’t sound very fair, does it?”

“That’s-” Blue swallowed heavily, unable to wrap his head around what the vampire was trying to convey. Was it supposed to be their fault? Nonsense! Lies. Just more lies. He wasn’t going to fall for it. He wouldn’t be as naive as Vio! “-That’s a fucking lie! We never-!”

“That’s what your precious Zelda wants you to believe–that it’s all lies. Do you know what else she wants you to believe? That she has a claim to this land, that it’s hers. It had never been her land. It’s the land of my people, the land your kin invaded under the savior king. But it was never an invasion, right? It was but an attempt to save everyone, even though there was nothing to save, to begin with. But it sounds better to suggest your ancestors saved everyone from the evil vampires instead of saying that you murdered vampires for the sake of murdering them.”

“Shut up-!”

“Because that’s what you did, what your precious king wanted. He wanted us all dead-”

“Shut up—!”

“And now that bitch of a queen is continuing on her legacy of killing and more killing and justifying it as saving-”

“SHUT UP—!” Unable to contain his anger any longer, Blue drew his sword up before bringing it back down with a powerful slash. His blade met little to no resistance as the body in front of him seemed to tear apart into black shreds, recollecting and reassembling tiny, leathery wings and dashing past his face in a rush of cold wind and ear-piercing shrieks. He spun quickly, catching Shadow staring back at him from arm’s length, wholly unharmed and hardly impressed.

“Don’t,” the vampire warned, his tone flat. “I told you it’s pointless to fight me.”

“As if I’m going to listen to a pest like you!” Blue lashed out once more with a grunt, but again the vampire dispersed into the air and swished past him, his blade singing menacingly as it connected with the ground.

Curse this—!

Tempting his luck, Blue blindly threw the sword around himself in a circle, letting the weight of the steel carry his body as he smoothly turned with the move. Still, the other saw it coming immediately and dodged again, reappearing a few steps away in his field of vision. Blue gritted his teeth in frustration as he regained his balance, pulling the sword in front of his body like a shield. “You–! Stop messing around! Fight me honorably, coward!”

“Honorably?” Shadow mocked, his fangs flashing against the stark light of the moon under his mildly amused grin. “In which way is it honorable to die for a genocidal maniac and his offspring?” Blue’s blood roared with fury, his arms shaking violently from how tightly he was clutching his weapon, teeth bared, his jaw tense. This disgusting low-life just couldn’t stop. To hell with waiting. He would no longer listen to this preposterousness. He would finish this abomination here and now. No one called his queen and the mighty king names like that!

“That’s it–!” Completely blinded by rage and stripped of all caution, Blue charged forward, tempting his fate and slashing at the vampire in a storm of dancing silver. Each move was controlled and focused, his feet like ankers against the ground while his upper half floated from stance to stance. He had been training for this day since he was little, spent sleepless nights perfecting each little move, each twitch of a muscle. It would all come to use now, and he would give it his all. Serve his queen. Serve this land and its people. All that devotion he had put into his body to fulfill his calling. Everything, he would do everything to meet his purpose, that which he had sworn himself into–even if it cost him his life.

But it only did so little when his opponent ran past his grasp like ink dripping through his fingers like he was trying to cut down a wafty curtain dancing in the wind. Shadow shifted into his semi-present state, where he could evade the blade’s sharp edge, but Blue found confidence in the knowledge that it couldn’t go on like this forever. At some point, the vampire had to grow tired, weakened, and thirsty from the start, but so could he. The question was, who would give in first?

“Quit– it–!” Blue hissed through clenched teeth, his head spinning as he tried to focus on the black shreds before him, not stopping his furious assault. “You can’t dodge forever! Might as well give up now!” In response, the shreds collected to bats again and wildly began to circle around Blue’s head, tiny claws picking at his hair, tearing his collar and scarf, and obscuring his vision. “Hngh–! Damn it!” It did what it was supposed to do. Blue fell out of rhythm to instead wave and slap at the tiny creatures distracting him. He stumbled away in a rush. Shadow used the opportunity to gain distance and reappear again, his expression mere annoyance rather than the possibility of fear.

“Stop this nonsense….” Shadow groaned, struggling to stand upright, a little slouch to his stance. “You’ll achieve nothing out of this.”

“Why stop?” Blue panted heavily, smoothly flinging his sword through his hand as he pointedly stepped forth once more. “I’m only getting started.”

Shadow’s gaze darkened. “Believe me, you don’t want me to hurt you. So don’t make me.”

“I’m not scared of you.” Taking a deep breath, Blue lifted his blade purposefully, eyes sharp. “You can threaten me all you want. I’m not running away. You’ve caused far too much trouble already, hurt people, hurt my friends, brainwashed Vio into believing your vicious lies, and stained my queen’s name! I have to put an end to this. I’m not leaving until I put you out of your miserable existence!”

Blue’s arms extended out wide as he built up momentum for another strike as he dashed forward, mouth torn open to release the roar humming against the back of his throat. He brought the sword down fast, and, this time, Shadow did not budge, almost as if accepting his fate. That was it! He had him! He had him! However, before the steel could connect, there was a flash of black, and Blue felt the hilt of his sword being torn out of his grasp, followed by a sharp sting running along his upper right arm.

“Ack–!” The force with which his sword had been sent flying caused his body to helplessly tilt to the side. He managed to brace himself, skipping to stop, and watched bitterly as his sword landed a good few feet away from him, throwing up dust and dirt as it landed with a shattering sound. For fuck’s sake-!. His left hand shot up as the slight sting turned into a full-fleshed burn, feeling the rough edges of his torn shirt and something warm and moist collecting in his palm. A small inconvenience. Blue had had a couple of injuries before. That little cut wouldn’t hinder him much. However, it didn’t quite occur to Blue just yet that this small inconvenience, in addition to him being without any protection, had just so created a mixture of disaster. The reality of it only struck him when he looked back at Shadow, his pupils dilated, any kind of expression melting from his features as something primal seemed to take hold of him. His hollow gaze fixated on Blue, pinning him down securely like an archer with his target, the blue of his iris slowly fading to a vibrant ruby red. No thoughts laid behind those eyes, only an intense hunger that needed to be quenched and a maliciousness that promised an agonizing death.

The blood… he could smell it.

“... I beg you….” Shadow’s voice was distant, a desperate call from a faraway place. “Run….”

Blue hadn’t been scared before, but seeing the other detach himself like this, letting his instincts take over, he couldn’t help but let his ego fall and feel the dread grow in his chest. This wasn’t just fun and games anymore. This was serious.

“... leave….”

The hand around his arm clutched the wound tighter despite the pain, almost as if he was hoping it would keep the smell away, but he knew better than to believe that. Nothing could hide the scent of a vampire’s most precious fluid, especially not a starving one.

“... just… leave, please…!” Blue quickly searched for his sword in the distance, finding it glistening in the moonshine, too far away for his liking but still close enough if he just made it there fast enough. The rigid grip of fear let loose enough for him to slowly move backward, mentally hoping that Shadow would keep himself together until he made it there. Nothing rash now. Otherwise, this would end quickly and… very messily.

“Blood….” Blue swallowed heavily, nervously glancing between the vampire slowly unraveling before his eyes and the sword that, with a lot of luck, might save him. He could run, but to what avail? There was no running away from a vampire. He would get to him faster than he could scream for help. “Blood… I– need blood–!”

Shit… shit! Only a little further. He almost had it!

“... I need it…. I need it! I need it– NOW!”

There was no time. Blue took a leap for it and dashed. It was either waiting for demise or taking the risk of turning his back and maybe saving his sorry ass. He couldn’t count on the others. Knowing his luck, they weren’t even close. It began as a one-on-one, and it would end as such–and he was on the short end of it. How short, he would witness right away because he didn’t get far before two arms pulled him right back, clinging to his body strong and unyielding like iron chains, hands clawing at his chest, daring him to try and resist. His collar was yanked off forcefully, cotton ripping, exposing his neck to the cold air.

But the frigid touch of nature wouldn’t last long. What first felt like a nasty prick instantly turned to an overwhelming pain that had every single fiber of his body vibrate in resonance as the vampire pierced through his skin, sinking his fangs mercilessly into his neck. Venom quickly burned through his veins, raw and hot, a scream erupting from his lungs as it took hold of him, forcing him into submission and stunning him momentarily. But, for the smallest of frames, his self-preservation began to take over, and Blue struggled against his captor, leeching off of him with fierce determination.

“Let go–!” Blue brought out breathlessly, pushing against the arms around him, jerking and twisting, tilting his head back and forth, anything to free himself. But Shadow stayed persistent, too entranced by his meal and having every means to continue feasting.

“Re-lease— me!”

Then, Blue managed to reach around himself and get his hand on Shadow’s face. Without thinking, he got a fist full of Shadow’s hair and yanked as hard as possible. It showed effect as Shadow tore his mouth open in a howl of pain, and Blue used the disturbance to shove him off for good. Blue stumbled forward, nearly kissing the floor without the other’s strong hold, and ran for his sword. He picked it up with shaky hands, righting himself and ignoring the pulsing sensation along his side and the hot stream of blood running over his neck and shoulder. His stance was wobbly, unsteady, his legs heavy like cement, the rush of adrenaline making his head spin. The image of Shadow, standing there with this dumbfounded, almost shocked expression on his face, tilted dangerously from side to side. For a second, he was convinced he would charge at him again like before, but instead, he just stayed put, eyes strangely clear, his mania barely present any longer. Had he drunk enough to be sane again? Or had the sudden disturbance beaten it back into him? Whatever it was, it gave Blue enough time to steady himself–and make one last attempt.

This wasn’t over yet.

“... you… filthy pest–!”

His sword weighed a ton as Blue strenuously lifted it over his head for a swing. One step, barely a second step, and suddenly, his body turned numb, his legs giving in, his sword leaving his loose grip, and he tilted forward, completely at the mercy of earth’s unyielding gravity. The ground wouldn’t quite embrace him yet as he felt a strong pull, something, whatever it was, holding him up in the air, causing his useless meat shell to hover. His vision swam from dizziness, white and black blotches dancing before his eyes. If it hadn’t been for his mind still rioting from panic and his sheer will to survive, he would have long surrendered to whatever was sucking the energy from his bones. But he was still there, he was scrambling, kicking… maybe. He wasn’t sure if he was still resisting. He had to fight somehow. He couldn’t die like this. He just couldn’t die like this! So undignified, so exposed, so shamefully. This couldn’t be the end yet…

I can’t… I can’t die… Leave me! Leave me be–!

“You won’t die….” Blue heard a strange echo through his detaching mind. “Please… stop resisting. I don’t want to hurt you more than I have to. Please stop… I- I’m just so thirsty.”

Blue’s vision cleared a little, and he realized he was facing the sky, half laying half leaning against something or someone, gentle hands holding him, cold hands, but so incredibly gentle, on his arm, as they brushed back his hair.

“It’s okay. You’ll be okay. Just… don’t resist me.”

The anxious voice in his chest told Blue not to listen, but a part of him wanted to believe that strange, comforting echo. Don’t resist… What was he actually resisting? His head felt pleasantly empty. What was there to resist?

“... please forgive me.”

Through the numbness, Blue felt his body twitch violently, a familiar sensation running through him, one that should have alerted him right away. Still, he couldn’t find it within himself anymore to care, not with how fast his head and body seemed to shut down. The only things that remained were a foreign cold, a burn against his neck, and the mesmerizing sight of the moon against the blackened sky.

…

Some time might have passed. Blue remembered someone calling his name, but whatever followed ran through his head like water through a sieve.

“... Hey.”

The swishing of the curtain surrounding his bed had already become too familiar, a sound that–despite being quiet–always managed to unpleasantly pull him out of his semi-delirious state. Reality and sleep still seemed to fade into one another. It was hard to tell whether he was truly awake, grasping what was happening around him, or simply swimming in yet another vivid fever dream immediately forgotten as soon as this unfamiliar soreness crept back into his sense of self. He became awfully aware of the dull ache flaring along the curve of his neck and felt himself groan internally from resignation.

He felt it now, quite prominently so. Therefore, the small ball of light slowly closing in from the foot of his bed had to be real, and so was Vio’s calm form taking shape behind the candle’s soft glow. Vio, huh? Maybe he was dreaming after all. Whenever would Vio come to visit him?

“How are you feeling?” Blue idly watched through half-lidded eyes as Vio gently placed the candle on his nightstand before slowly sinking down on an empty spot on the bed, the mattress shifting ever so slightly under his weight, sending waves of strain through his entire form despite all the caution. His gaze was mild, analyzing, and also sort of expectant in a way. It took Blue a moment to realize that what Vio had said to him had most certainly been a question, one he would probably expect an answer to. He ended up juggling it through his head repeatedly to make some sense of it.

“... how do you think I’m feeling?” His voice was rough, throat still sore from screaming, most likely, and lack of moisture, but the message came across, forcing a light chuckle from the other.

“Can’t be too terrible if you manage to be sassy about it. Though, I have a suspicion.” A light way to say that he had a decent idea of how he was feeling, having been there before, if not multiple times by now. Blue could only wonder why one would volunteer to undergo this over and over again. It was far from pleasant the first time, and he greatly doubted it would get better the more frequently it happened. Frankly speaking, the circumstances hadn’t been ideal for him, and he didn’t necessarily contribute to making it easier on himself. Oh well, he was smarter now, which didn’t mean he was keening for another go. And definitely not now anyway. He was fine just being alive. “Can you sleep alright?”

“It comes and goes, but it’s far from restful,” Blue replied honestly under a long sigh, letting his head fall to the side to watch Vio reach for his drinking cup while pulling a brown, ominous bottle from his belt. The liquid pouring into the cup looked like ink against the candlelight, viscous in its quality and harboring a strange, sweet smell. “What’s this?”

“I’m not entirely familiar with all its contents, but it’ll help you recover faster,” Vio explained casually, stopping the bottle again. “Shadow gave me something similar when he first bit me.” Reaching down, Vio looped his arm around Blue’s shoulders and carefully lifted him up into a sitting position. Even though he tried his best to cooperate, the urge to succumb to the dizziness and soreness and flop right back into the sheets was strong. So, in the end, most of the workload was on Vio despite his efforts, leaving Blue shamefully resting against his side to brace himself as he couldn’t trust his body to hold him upright, shaking like a leaf as the warm embrace of his blanket slipped off his shoulders. Vio was thankfully foreseeing enough to not let go of him and held the cup steady for him as he had barely any strength in his hand to hold it by himself, shaking with the hardship of lifting it up to his mouth. Unlike the smell suggested, the drink wasn’t particularly sweet but herby and overwhelmingly fruity and sour, like someone had boiled a whole tree of apples down and combined it into this syrupy, goopy sludge.

He had difficulties swallowing all of it, but Vio’s persistence made him finish it despite the distaste.

“... nasty…” Blue exhaled harshly, feeling the drink annoyingly clinging to the back of his throat.

“I know,” Vio said with empathy in his eyes as he lowered the cup. “But it helps, I assure you.” He waited briefly, studying Blue’s posture with finical precision before slowly pulling his arm away, making sure he sat steady enough without his aid, which he did. But he was still shaking mercilessly. “Are you cold?”

“Very….” Not needing further words, Vio reached for the blanket draped over the foot of Blue’s bed and laid it over his shoulders, wrapping him up securely to shield him from the relatively cool ambient but knowing awfully well that it probably did nothing short of an improvement. Nevertheless, Blue could still appreciate the gesture. His eyes darted back to the bottle. A strange shape, kind of dated. “Did Shadow give this to you?”

“Uhm–” Vio needed to follow his gaze briefly to follow his trail of thought. “Oh, yes. It’s from him.”

“Did you meet him?”

“I did. Or, well, tried to would be a better way to call it.” Blue raised a brow at the remark, causing Vio to act sourly. “He– is keeping himself covered. He hardly ever leaves his place, to begin with, but he thinks it’s best if we keep our distance for now.”

“Sounds like it bothers you….” The look in Vio’s eyes was empty as he met Blue’s eyes briefly. It lasted a couple of seconds, silently conveying the conflicting feelings of the other before he averted his gaze entirely.

“He feels very guilty for what he did to you, Blue. It rarely happens to him that he snaps like this. At least, that’s what he said,” he sighed in defeat. “From what I’ve witnessed, he is perfectly able to control his urges… but I guess he fears he could do the same to me now, and that’s why he doesn’t want me around.” Vio seemed to notice that his tone conveyed guilt, and he chewed the inside of his cheek in an immediate response, attempting a different explanation. “Don’t get me wrong, what happened to you was unforgivable. He shouldn’t have done it-”

“But he still did.”

“But it wasn’t a conscious choice he made,” Vio quickly intervened sharply. “That’s who he is. He is a vampire. He needs blood to survive, and if he was starving the way he described it, he would have jumped anyone nearby if they had been bleeding.” Blue pondered on this statement for a bit, recalling the memories from that night, that divisiveness between that feral being inside of him that thirsted for a drink and his consciousness trying to relent. Even though he hadn’t seen it back then, he knew now that nothing could have prevented this from happening. And, to be frank, he also did nothing to detain the inevitable and instead played right into Shadow’s claws. It was meant to happen, and, all circumstances considered, he sure could call himself lucky that Shadow had been sane enough to not kill him within the skirmish.

“... I know that,” he finally uttered, canting his head slowly.

“What?”

“I know he didn’t have a choice. Nobody with the benefit of choice begs you to run away from them,” Blue explained, meeting Vio’s eyes firmly. “And they certainly don’t apologize for what they did if they willingly committed themselves to it.”

“You…” Vio appeared startled upon the reveal, mouth agape in a lack of fitting words.

“I’m not a fool, Vio. He knew what was coming and he wanted to prevent it from happening. If he had every intention of biting me and killing me in the process, why would he do that? It doesn’t make sense.”

“So…” Vio finally closed his mouth, his expression hardening. “You believe me when I say he is… not what we think he is?” Believe. It might be a harsh term to mention, not after everything he had believed about vampires had been shattered to pieces. But, with what he had just witnessed and what he had gone through, it was easier to accept this reality as a given. It wasn’t all black and white, vampires evil, Zelda good. He understood that now. But what was truly right? He wasn’t so sure.

“I– honestly don’t know what to believe,” Blue responded sincerely, taking a sharp inhale, his head growing heavy on his shoulders. “I mean, Zelda must have her reasons for wanting vampires dead and gone. And she isn’t heartless either. It’s a fact that many of Shadow’s kin have killed Hylians before, ruthlessly so. Whether it was self-defense in the end or not doesn’t matter. However, it doesn’t justify punishing someone for… what they are, or does it? And, if what Shadow said carries any value, vampires and the likes like us could live together. So why all this now?” Vio nodded vigorously, seemingly sharing the same ideas as him. It wasn’t easy to see this through, but given their current situation, it wouldn’t get easier either, not when the broad mass was convinced of the bad and evil that vampires resembled. One thing Blue was sure of, however, was that Shadow wasn’t at fault. If anything, he just tried to survive… just like they did.

“When you meet him again,” Blue added after a long pause. “Tell him he is forgiven. But- I’d rather not have him near me as of now. Not that I’ll be going anywhere any time soon… though… ugh–!” The longer he sat, the more he felt his energy leave him, his body wobbly and unsteady. His hand already shot up to hold himself up on Vio’s shoulder, the other clutching the side of his face as his head started to throb and his ears sang with white noise. Vio was alerted before he could even voice what was wrong and got his hands on him before he could tilt to the sides.

“Shit… ‘m light-headed….”

“I know. Come on, lay down. I got you. Easy now.” The pillow swallowed his head as Vio gently lowered him back down, his limbs heavy like stone bricks against the mattress. Sinking, sinking… his body just constantly sank without stopping. Blue carefully blinked his eyes open, the haze of dizziness settling again, Vio hovering over him as he tugged the additional blanket in place, making sure to wrap him up tightly. It was probably a wasted effort because Blue was still unpleasantly cold, but just having his body tugged in and pulled together like this was quite comforting. “Get some rest. Red will look after you in the morning.”

“I’ll try….” Blue hummed, closing his eyes as his eyelids grew heavy instantly. “Just… don’t do anything stupid.” There was a noise of confusion, and he attempted an explanation but was already drifting off into the abyss that was his wildly deteriorating sub-consciousness. A part of him was worried about Vio. Even though he could understand his motivation better now, he also understood the danger that came with it. Vio was the type to settle things by himself. And if he had learned one thing in the past, it never ended well.

He could only hope that Vio–smart and foreseeing as often claimed–was indeed smart enough to see that this was an affair that he couldn’t fix by himself. Not this time.

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spite-and-waffles · 2 years

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Joss Whedon is a prick, but this one story from Tales of The Slayers (2002) has been haunting me since I first read it years ago.

Tw: witch-burning, religious extremism, misogynistic violence

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#tw: burned alive #tw: live cremation #tw: graphic violence #witch burnings #misogynistic violence #religious extremism #btvs #joss whedon #tales of the slayers #comic book series #horror #vampires #fantasy

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kazik-izakk · 10 months

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Chapter 30!!! TW: Graphic violence!

Matthew makes a contract...

#wchb #what could have been if only in our dreams #ao3 author #original fiction #ao3 #matthew grimshaw #demon's at the church #sergio russo #This is an important chapter!#tw: graphic violence #demon contracts #contract

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lpvncnt · 6 months

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@jezebelrisen

On a good day, Lip's body is just an instrument being played by his consciousness, constantly adjusted for performance — today is turning out to be a very good day. I do not feel human. It is all so in tune. There is a slow, quiet rattle within his chest. Or maybe it is more like the fuzzy hum of a theremin, singing its sad spacey song. For certain, it is no human heartbeat nor could it ever easily be mistaken for one. One could question that he is from Earth at all if they opened him up on a table. I feel nothing. Stalking in the twinned-shadows of this juiced, luxurious enemy-crowd, a monster lives unseen. His spine is a twisting electric-tense cable, all this nonsense violence churning through his brain and thickening up, been given the time to marinate. God's gift is, truly, the power of rumination. Reliant on what is, what he would imagine to be, a similar feeling of a semi-blind, bat-like radar, and an equally blind faith in a grim mother's fairytale, is where his intuition resides. Lip is inebriated, but not quite to his detriment tonight. I'll huff, and I'll puff... All he sees around him, is some fever-dreamy-rose-colored-powder-faced-mescaline-unreality royalty, and his sick, sick leper brain pictures their pretty frills bloodied from an unforgiving barrage of gunpowder. He'd go as far as to say that they're just as beautiful covered in blood, and worth twice as much as they were alive. He vividly imagines shooting at them all with a primitive antique musket of the 18th century. And I'll blow you the fuck down... Sending them into the essence. "I would love to know," nothing but a premonition of a person, he floats into earshot and lingers beside Dmitri, avoiding casting his eyes in the other's direction. He is feigning having had to stop behind some convenient old friends who have decided to catch up in the hallway. God loves Lip, and Lip is a sucker for that sort of love where you can confess anything, so he'll take the time to pray later about how grateful he is to be graced with good timing. "You aren't ... waiting for someone, are you? You've got this, sort of ... Pitiful, look on your face," a brief glance. It is an arrow shot so close that you cannot see it, but you can hear it. A warning, maybe? "Then again, what do I know."

#/ lip: dmitri .#tw: graphic violence #tw: blood mention #tw: mass murder mention #jesus christ . horrible

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puffdragongirl · 2 years

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Burned Chapter 6 - Flinch (Northern War AU)

Written for Day 5 of Obiyukiweek 2022 (Rescue)

Please read with caution! This chapter contains graphic depictions of violence.

For as much relief as Obi’s appearance brings her, Shirayuki quickly notices something about him is… off. This is far from the first time Obi has placed himself between her and a threat. The stance as he looms before her and Ryuu is familiar - shoulders squared, feet planted wide, daggers drawn - but he is strangely rigid, all sharp lines and tension.

Read the rest on AO3!

#obiyukiweek22 #akagami no shirayukihime #ans #northern war AU #obiyuki #TW: graphic violence #puff writes #also I'm sorry in advance

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bishimightwing · 1 year

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Tag dump vol.1 - issue#2 - naughty tag, TWs, OOC PSA, friend and foe muses tags, self and other blog promos

Friend/Loved ones tags get blue 💙 hearts

PLZ DON'T REBLOG

#⚠ PSA! (( IMPORTANT MATTERS / SPREAD THIS POST PLZ! )) ⚠#( ͡°❥ ͡°) usfw [mature schmeggsual stuffz] ( ͡°❥ ͡°)#TW: gore #TW: abuse #TW: blood #TW: injury #TW: graphic violence #💙 Bat-papa ((Bruce Wayne))#💙 He Butles Things ((Alfred Pennyworth))#💙 Knows My Every Move Before I Make It ((Barbara Gordon))#💙 Won't Fail Him Again ((Jason Todd))#💙 He Had To Name Himself After a Burger Joint ((Tim Drake))#💙 Pint-Sized Ninja ((Damian Wayne))#💙 Of Waffles and Eggplant Color Schemes ((Stephanie Brown))#💙 Orphan Is A Little On The Nose For Us Sis ((Cassandra Caine))#💙 Do I Call You Cousin Or...? ((Katherine Kane))#💙 Tha Commish ((James Gordon))#💙 Pretty Kitty ((Selina Kyle))#💙 Mr. Symbol of Hope Over Here ((Clark Kent))

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pale-fairytales · 1 year

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Megatron/Starscream (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire & Starscream (Transformers), Optimus Prime/Starscream Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers) Additional Tags: Past Megatron/Starscream (Transformers) - Freeform, Skyfire worries about his friend :(, Skyfire is a good friend, Domestic Violence, Physical Abuse, mentions of carrying, Abusive Relationships, Prowl and Starscream are cousins, endgame Optimus Prime/Starscream, Slow To Update, Slow Burn Series: Part 1 of This is How to Disappear Summary:

Starscream has had enough of being a ragdoll. And when Skyfire's spark is no longer pulsing, and Starscream is left with all he needs to start anew, he finds opportunity. A plan is forged from grief. A dream is realized. He knows what he wants.

Falling in love again isn't part of it, and he hates every second of it.

#shameless self promotion #transformers fanfiction #kiwi writes #maccadam #tf fanfic #starscream #megatron #dark fic #TW: graphic violence #slow burn #end game starop

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bearandbirdfan · 2 years

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Mortal | Weiszmura Week 2022 One Shot

Fandom: Edens Zero

Pairing: Weisz Steiner x Homura Kougetsu

Rating: M (Graphic Violence)

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BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

Pain. That was what Homura felt as the bullet entered her chest.

Entered her heart.

BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

Blood escapes her mouth as she let out a gasp for air. Air that becoming less and less obtainable as said blood began to enter her lungs.

BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

Her body trembles as she collapses to the ground, her fiery eyes widened from the pain.

BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP! BA-BUMP!

The impact of her fall leaves a big blood splatter on the ground. Inside her chest, her punctured heart pump irregularly, trying and failing to compensate for the gaping hole now occupying it.

Ba-Bump… Ba-Bump… Ba-Bump…

Her body twitched and writhed to a point where one could easily mistake her for someone having a seizure. Her back arched looked

Ba-Bump… Ba-Bump… Ba-Bump…

Homura continued gasping for air, yet the blood in her lungs prevented any oxygen from entering her body, which continued to writhe, nearly bending her back in two.

Blood exited her body, staining the ground red even more than it already was.

She wasn’t invincible. She was mortal, just like everyone else. A fact she knew all too well.

Ba-Bump… Ba-Bump…

Her consciousness faded. The chances of her surviving were looking slimer and slimer by the second. Her breathing and heartbeat slowed to a crawl.

She could barely make out the vague shape of someone with spikey, blond hair rushing to her side, begging her to stay.

A final thought entered her mind:

“Weisz...”

Ba...Bump…

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There was nothing but absolute darkness that Homura could see. Complete and total nothingness. Faint voices were the only thing her ears could pick up.

“...on’t you dare die on m...!”

"...er heart’s failin...!”

“...osing her...!”

"...ay with us, Homura...!”

“...ease...eathe for...!”

“...ome back to...!”

“...lear...!”

BA-BUMP!

Then, Homura woke up, her body shooting upward and sweating as if she had awoken from a bad nightmare.

She clutched her chest to try and calm herself down.

That’s when she feels it. The bandages. The surgical scar where her heart is.

The memories of her near-death flood back in.

Her lungs began to take in air in short, rapid bursts. She was starting to hyperventilate.

“Homura!”

A voice she’s very familiar with reaches her ears. Followed by the individual the voice belonged to wrapping his arms around her.

He looked like he was tearing up.

“W-Weisz,” Homura says breathlessly, still trying to calm herself. She manages to do so and hugs Weisz back with whatever energy she had.

“W-wha-?” she tries to ask, but it clearly took a lot out of her just to speak.

Weisz’s body trembled around Homura. He was clearly scared. Scared of losing Homura. Losing the closest friend he had.

“Your...you were shot in the heart, Homura,” he replied, trying and failing to hold back the tears. “You...you almost died.”

Homura could tell that the fact she almost died rattled Weisz. So, she took Weisz’s head and gently placed on her chest.

Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump…

Weisz could hear it. Homura’s heart.

Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump…

Beating. Pulsing. A reminder to him that she was alive.

Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump…

The sound calmed his nerves, assuring him that she was okay.

She knew he couldn’t bear to lose her. Especially after what had happened.

Homura was mortal, yes. But she is determined to spend whatever time she had with the people closest to her.

Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump… Ba...Bump…

#edens zero #weiszmura #weiszmura week #weiszmura week 2022 #weisz steiner #homura kougetsu #kougetsu homura #TW: graphic violence

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cotestuck · 2 years

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That vooice dooes noot beloong too yoou.

Replying with CeeCee's permission, because this drabble ( https://at.tumblr.com/ridiculousfantrolls/gideon-and-sigruh/lglmqvy7hb2r ) made the Little Dove Wife's teeth itch:

Rest in fucking pieces, Sigruh.

Should have picked a different Voice...

Risori impacted the ground a floor down with a crunch and the harsh, choking huff of breath knocked out. For several seconds she lay still, ears flat and teeth showing as she slowly worked from short, nearly imperceptibly shallow breaths to deeper, slower ones.

Cracking one bright eye open was absolutely no help in getting her bearings.

The tiny mutant was almost completely blind in light low enough to be comfortable for most trolls. And with no windows, it didn’t matter whether or not there was a star near enough to see by.

Where the fuck was Gidion?!

They had fallen together! Had-

Of fucking course, the literal fun house had a divided trap door.

Shit.

A flash of panic sent her drastically extended senses sweeping through her immediate vicinity, but she could only feel her hivemate through the radio.

Similar disoriented confusion, and the same sharp stab of alarm at having been separated.

But uninjured, at least.

Silently blessing his ability to cushion a fall, she got carefully back to her feet, ears angling in all directions as she reached out again to get her bearings.

Nothing.

Not a single troll in her repeatedly stress broadened radius.

“Wherre...”

What was the rest of that question even going to be?

Where was he? Where were the crew?

He begins to at least try to answer, but his voice is lost in silence like vision in the lights flicked out on a moonless night.

Risori’s sensitive ears stood straight up, straining to hear... and then fell, leaden with the weight of realization.

She couldn’t hear him anymore, but the radio was still on, and he was still close enough to it to be felt through the live transmission.

Oh shit.

Her pump pounded in her chest at the sudden wave of pressing dizziness that was not hers, preceding the gentle taunt of the approaching Voice by only seconds.

Oh god...

Though each echo points her in the right direction and she drops to all fours to bound towards them, the capture is over almost before she has time to process it.

It seems take the cruel fucker longer to decide whether to just cull his catch or take him as a new Voice than it had to actually catch him.

“Oh, I know... let’s go and see her together.” were the last words uttered by the prior Voice.

Dread consumed Risori’s panic, spiking the ringing in her ears to a pitch like an icepick through her pan that galvanized her into a mad quadrupedal dash.

Sigruh’s Voice is dead, as soon as they draw the first breath to Speak for him.

That’s what all the records they could find on the matter said.

The maddening ringing halted so abruptly that the shock of blessedly all consuming Silence made her stumble in mid step and drop, disoriented, to elbows and knees.

“Are you lost, little bird?”

For the first time since she’s met him, the sound of that suede voice impaled her with a frozen spike of pure agony.

No...

Blind and deafened, with no trolls or beasts or even small invertebrates to orient on, existence was made of suffocating black velvet.

Voices don’t survive Him.

They never survive Him.

As soon as the first breath is drawn at His will...

The ice in her chest cracked, then shattered. And in the frozen empty calm left behind, it expanded so much more easily at the dawning realization that there was nothing left to lose.

Being so completely deafened when she depended so much on audible and infrasound to navigate was certainly disorienting... but she could feel the floor. The currents of air on the wet tips of her twitching ears.

That was enough to stand up without swaying.

And without the ringing, it was a lot easier to think.

“No answer for me?”

Another bolt of pure, agonizing loss felt like it was going to split her in half as her Phoenix preceded her enemy.

Shimmering violet eyes met glowing purple ones with viper slit pupils as she mouthed ‘That Voice does not belong to you.’

“Hmm?” He makes a show of cupping his ear with a gloved hand, a clear taunt to frustrate her further by inviting her to speak only to snuff out the words.

After what she had endured in the Fleet’s sensory deprivation chambers, it succeeds only as far as a wriggler throwing rocks might.

No attempt is made to use her cooing voice at all.

‘Fuck’s the matter, bitch? You never learn to lipread?’

The smile falls away with a bored sigh.

If The Silence had lived up to his name previously, now the absence of sound extended into the previously imperceptible; drowning breath, pump, the flow of blood, even the faintest creak of bone.

But sound was all he could effect.

And now he was close enough to be tangible.

Useless to her anyway, the laughably tiny doll of a troll let her eyes fall closed, and dropped to neatly duck the lightning fast lunge for her throat.

Hopped to barely avoid the fall of a foot that would have broken her spine on impact.

Rolled just far enough for a kick to graze her skin instead of sending her flying.

Each movement to avoid him is tiny, coldly calculated to conserve as much energy as possible while keeping the infuriating graze of a claw tip away for as long as possible.

Lunge, lash, stomp, kick, lean, duck, hop, roll; so close his claws repeatedly snag her skin too shallow to latch before she could tear away.

Tiny splashes of sunset orange fleck the ground between the dead silent steps of an intense game of a furious dance between stupidly overpowered giant of a purple mime and a tiny speck of a mutant who had gotten through Hell by stubbornly refusing to stop moving until she’d clawed her way out straight through the back.

His blood pounded tangibly in her ears as one more desperate roll took her just barely out from under another stomp.

This time, though, a sharp sting preceded the strangely tangible, but inaudible snap of the tendon rolling up inside his planted leg like a window shutter in an old cartoon, dropping him to one knee as his ankle failed to support him.

Alarmed and infuriated in equal measure, as one hand hits the ground, the other finally succeeds in catching his vicious little antagonist by the shoulder.

So close to her neck.

He wouldn’t even have to adjust his grip to grind her face into the ground and snap it.

But as his claws sink into her shoulder to secure his grip, hers sink into the back of his wrist to tear across it, severing the tendons.

His grip falls apart in agony, and the feral little monster doesn’t even pause to shake his claws out of her shoulder as she stands to stomp the hand he’s holding himself up with, sinking her claws through it and her serrated fangs into his throat.

Protein chute and chitinous wind tube are both engulfed in one gluttonously deep bite, but the unexpected click of something hard against her teeth snaps them immediately shut and startles her into recoiling in alarm, drenching her from horns to feet in rich, viscous purple as the flesh in her teeth was torn away.

The clack of two small stones hitting the tile pricks her dripping ears with strangely compelling interest for a moment, beyond just being able to hear them.

Like they know her name...

Seething hate floods her at the imprint forming in her pan, the absence of sound in the shape of it, burned there by the caustic, venomous call.

Rather than bend to touch them, a swift sideways flick of her closer foot sends them scattering like a pair of dice towards the wall.

The gurgle of air slopping through thickening blood brought Risori back to the moment, stilling the furious tremble before it could build up any further.

Uninterested in savoring it, sharp claws pierce the slender arm to which the sodden feather boa is glued with sweat and gore to give her enough leverage to haul herself up onto his back and sink her long fangs into the back of his neck.

crack.

Crack!

CRUNCH!!

As the body under her loses tension, the exhausted survivor rocks instinctively onto her knees to keep her balance, hardly noticing its impact with the ground as she tilts her chin to point her bloody, tear streaked face to the ceiling.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA aaaaaaaaaawwwwww!”

Unhinged maniacal laughter rings out in an unsettling echo that bounces down the hall in every direction, drowning out the dead, hollow “Fuck yoou.” sneered at the body on her way past it to meet his last Voice like a walk to the gallows.

Void knows how he’s standing... Bleeding from his nose, ears and mouth, the pain is almost unbearable.

She can hear his pump drumming, but expecting it to stop any second and him to crumple like a broken toy to the floor, Risori wraps both dripping arms around his middle in a desperately tight hug, buries her sticky face in his chest, and barely manages to gasp out between soft sobs

“If that’s the last thing, you get too see, belooved, I hoope it’s at least a hell oof a send ooff...”

Faded orange tears spill thick from her burning eyes as she looks up into his red ones for what she fears will be the last time.

“Yoou’d better f-ucking h-haunt the shit oout oof me...”

#Murder Kittens AU #tw: violence #tw: gore #tw:death #tw: murder #tw: graphic violence

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