Achilles

Executed

"Come on! You piece of crap!" Phil whisper-shouted, attempting to pry the ankle clasp off, failing quite a few times. He was growing increasingly concerned with all the sounds outside, an undeniable feeling of apprehension making itself known within him. With a few bangs against his door, quite a bit of cussing and an incredible amount of strength, he broke the foot clamp of his bruised limb. Phil let out a sigh of slight exhaustion and utter satisfaction, getting up from his place on the ground, making his way down to the door. It created open, revealing a chaotic sight.

"What?!" Tubbo gasped out in shock as Ranboo held up his shield, blocking yet another attack. "What's Punz doing here?!" The President ran forward to help his citizens, completely forgetting about the prisoner for a moment. Until he saw Dream, cloak flying behind him, running towards the cage that imprisoned Techno. Noticing this and realising what was happening, Tubbo yelled a clear and strict order, "Big Q, pull the lever! Pull the lever, Big Q!" Slash after slash came down, however Tubbo kept his strong against Punz, always able to block his attacks.
A startled and fearful gasp escaped Techno's throat. "Pull the lever,Big Q!" And Quakity, like a bolt of lightening, sprinted towards the small key, pulling it down with ease.
Time slowed to an agonising pace as the anvil was released from its bounds, plummeting down towards Technoblade at an incomprehensible speed. That same fear that was present in his eyes twinkled into a greater, more darker horror.

Phil ran forward, steering clear of the chaos, he heard a scream, Tubbo's shouts, a click of a lever, the sound of wind whistling. His pace quickened to an almost inhuman acceleration. He hoped, against all the odds, that some how he'd make it in time. Too late-

The anvil came down with a resounding thud, crushing the one that stood beneath it. A scream of pure agony escaped him, before it was silenced by the pain. A yelp of terror tore Phil's throat raw as he approached the bloodied mess, Techno.

The terrible sensation spread through him as his head found the floor with a sickening crack. Techno couldn't hear a single thing, it was all muffled, their shouts and Phil's screams muted, replaced by an obnoxious, sharp ringing. Blood was everywhere, staining his once white shirt a frightening vermillion. What felt like bloody tears rolled down his cheeks, his heart beat weaker, his lungs were bruised by the immense weight put upon them. It was so hard to stay awake. Everything seemed so distant, his vision was fading, the greens and blues and browns all merging together, forming an illegible scene in front of him. Technoblade's legs had lost all their sensation, he couldn't move them from their awkwardly folded position, no matter how hard he tried. It was so hard to focus on breathing and living. Buried beneath this whirlpool of torture, were his senses and he was struggling so hard to keep them. From outside his small, tormenting bubble of despair and calamity, somewhere away from his conflicted mind, a soft voice was quietly calling his name. And through all the afflicted feelings, and all the terribly crippling disaster, he could feel the person's warm, soft hand caressing his weak one.

As gently as possible, the large, metal weight was eased off Techno's ever-weakening chest, relieving a bit of the pressure that lay upon it. He was slowly and carefully moved out of the broken cage, the person mumbling something he couldn't hear.

It was an awful sight to behold, there was red everywhere, on the floor, on Techno's clothes, splattered on the underside of the anvil. It was absolutely sickening. A gaping wound presented itself on Techno's left side and his legs were awkwardly bent, as if they were dislocated. Thick, burgundy liquid ran from his mouth, onto the floor beneath him, matting his pink locks. He was breathing, barely, and they were strangled, forced breaths. His eyes were squinted in pain, two bloody streaks running down from them. Phil kneeled beside the weak warrior, his hand gently running over Techno's deathly cold one. Must've been from the blood loss. "I've got you, ok, Techno, I'll get you out of here." He whispered, using all his strength to push the anvil off of Technoblade's chest as carefully as possible.

Phil paused for a moment, wondering where to pick up Techno from. As painlessly as possible, he slid his hand under his legs and used his other hand to support his neck. Technoblade was very easy to pick up, considering the blood loss and the agony he was in, along with Phil's strength. He held the injured hybrid against his chest, which Techno subconsciously leaned into. (It's stuff like this that makes me go UwU) A small, barely audible, raspy groan of pain escaped Techno's limp body. Phil clutched him tighter, slowly getting up from the crouching position, not bothering that his robes were getting drenched in blood. He looked around him, noticing that everyone was still fighting.
As quickly and as gently as possible, he started making his way to the forest which lay to the left of L'Manberg.

He couldn't see, the sharp sound in his ears worsened, his legs where completely numb. With all the strength Techno could muster, he clung onto Phil's robe, leaning into him, grateful for his presence. The pain drowned out everything, to the point where Techno couldn't even think straight anymore, he was slowly loosing his consciousness and he felt himself grow fatally number with every passing second. Time had lost all meaning, to him.

The forest was quite, the only thing being a small caw from a crow or two and the crunching of leaves beneath Phil's feet. He came to a stop in a clearing, protected by numerous, towering pine trees.

Sitting down on the twig covered floor, he put Techno's head in his lap, holding the others cheek with his hand. "It's okay, you'll be okay, I've got you, Techno." He sobbed, letting the tears that he had held back fall. They stung his eyes. Phil knew deep within him that, no matter how hard he tried, Techno was not going to make it out of this one alive. "You can go, Techno. Go rest, go and see Wilbur. I don't know if you'll come back but go. I won't hold you here for any longer." His voice was quite against the stillness of the forest, his left hand finding Techno's.

By this point, Technoblade's eyes were glued shut, he opened them as much as he could to look at Phil, giving him a weak smile, barely managing to keep it up before his face contorted into a pained expression once more. Phil watched as his ruby eyes fell glassy, his final breath escaping him as his heart fell silent, the grip on Phil's hand faded. He was left alone in the forest with the cold corpse of a friend he hadn't managed to save. He would drown in his own tears and Techno's blood.
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I liked the idea of the Butcher Army finding out that Techno had a Totem and taking it off him.
Anyhow, hope you liked the angst party, leave a vote/comment if you did. I appreciate you all so very much!! Have a great day/night peeps!! <3
~~ Rae