Awesome Fanfictions

The Plunge of a Dagger and Tears of the Fallen (DEntoan)

I'm so,so sorry. Probably.
Trigger warning.
Sort of.
It's TTT.

The black-haired male was crouched in the darkness,waiting for something,anything. His heart thudded in his chest,and his pupils were miniscule in fear. He took a deep breath before pushing away from the corner,venturing over to look out the third story window. Cries for help and screams of pain echoed in his ears,even though the earpiece that the sounds emitted from was lying on the floor on the opposite side of the room. He leaned out,careful not to nick himself on the broken pane of glass as he scanned the area,which seemed to be deserted,despite the gunshots heard in the vicinity. He took another shaky breath,and squinted at the building that stood across from the hotel he was camping out in. He searched the windows for any source of life,but was having no luck. His eyes lingered on the fifth story window,fourth window from the right,when--

Bang!

He threw himself out of the way too late,gasping in pain as he hit the floor. He struggled to contain a scream as he laid on the ground,so the attack would think he was dead. After a few moments,he crawled to the wall,propping himself up to examine the wound. His breath was ragged,and pain racked his system as he pulled the sleeve of his shirt down,causing more pain to jolt down his arm. Hissing,he resorted to using a dagger to carefully tear off that section of his shirt. Wincing,he managed to catch glimpses of a small,circular hole in his right shoulder,blood seeping out of it before he pressed the cut off portion of his shirt against the wound.

He cringed in hurt as the fabric rubbed against the bullet wound,and tried his best to not move and hope that he wouldn't bleed out in this god-forsaken room. The dusty white walls and tawny carpet was familiar by now,seeing as how he had spent most of the round here. Where the hell was DLive? The Brit's thoughts centred around this frantic question,even as he felt the fabric pressed against the wound become warm with blood.

Knock
Knock
Knock

Knock

His head snapped up,his scared and pained expression giving way to a relieved and comforted one. With his left hand,he managed to knock it against the wall he was leaning against. DLive.

Knock
Knock

The door immediately swung open,and then was shut before another male with short cut brown hair and scruff on his chin entered the injured male's line of vision. The brunette immediately rushed over,green eyes wide in fear and concern.

"What happened?"

He asked,gaze trained on the bloodied cloth in the Brit's hand.

"G-Got shot.."

"Who?"

DLive growled,eyes searching the black-haired male's face for an answer.

"Don't know.."

DLive sighed,and gently tugged on the end of the other male's shirt,

"Come on,I have bandages,I'll wrap it."

He nodded,and DLive gently tugged the shirt up enough,and said,

"Gunner,I'm gonna need to pull it over your head,okay?"

The Brit nodded,and gently removed his cloth,and DLive quickly pulled Gunner's shirt off over his head. Gunner winces,whimpering in pain before pressing the fabric back against the wound to stem the blood flow. DLive apologised quickly before unravelling a roll of bandages he had kept in his pocket. He eased the cloth away from the other male's shoulder,immediately wrapping the bandage around Gunner's shoulder and chest to secure it. Gunner writhed in pain,but when DLive kissed him gently,he froze. After a few heartbeats,he kissed him back,their lips moving in sync. They broke away,smiling at each other comfortingly. DLive gently wrapped his arms around the black-haired male,tangling his fingers in his hair.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help."

He murmured,and Gunner kissed his shoulder soothingly,

"It's alright,I'll be okay."

DLive pulled away,and kissed the other male's forehead,

"I know,I know..."

They sat like that,Gunner propped up against the wall,DLive kneeling in front of him,holding him carefully.

"I hate this,"

Gunner murmurs,and DLive tightens his grip,

"I know,I hate it too."

"I hate this game,"

He says,voice wavering as he buries his face into DLive's neck,who runs his fingers through the Brit's dark locks comfortingly.

"Don't worry,it's only a game."

"H-How...do you know..?"

DLive smiles,before tilting Gunner's head up to lock their gazes. He said nothing,but pressed his lips against the other male's,who hesitantly kissed back. He ran his tongue across the Brit's lower lip,causing Gunner to shift in subtle excitement,parting his lips. DLive smiles endearingly,rubbing the roof of Gunner's mouth with his tongue. Said male moaned quietly,hands resting on the others' hips. They broke for air,panting slightly,smiling gleefully. DLive rested his forehead against Gunner's,

"I know,because I would never do what I'm about to if it were real."

Gunner blinked his brown orbs in confusion,before a staggering,blinding pain in his abdomen interrupted his blissful happiness. He gasped,crying out as immense pain caused shudders to rack his system. He felt DLive hug him tightly,pulling him closer as the glint of a knife caught his gaze. Oh.

Blood was gushing out of his stomach,trickling down the corner of his mouth as the world slowly started to lose colour. He could faintly hear the other male crying into his dark hair,holding him tighter,like he would never let him go. It hurt Gunner just to hear this,more than the knife plunged into his stomach that was rapidly killing him. Tears eked out of his eyes,from sadness and the pain,as three simple words died on his lips before he could get them out,as he blacked out.

I love you.

DLive sobbed brokenly,mixes of "I love you" and "I'm so sorry" falling from his own lips,knowing he had just executed his love,his world,and the only thing holding him from plummeting into a murderous insanity. He sat there,clutching the now a corpse of the fallen Brit,his Entoan,his Gunner.

He didn't have the energy to go after the others. He didn't have enough energy to murder the last few people. He didn't have the energy to win the game.

He just sat there,holding his dead lover,wanting to plunge that cold blade into his broken heart.

It would hurt less than this.

He didn't want to be the Traitor.

....I have no excuse for this. .__.