Predator (DWT x OC)

72 (Part Two)

"Help him." He rasps. "I'm fine."

"No." I shake my head, searching my belt for my knife and- fuck it's still in that guards stupid skull, and I need to cut his clothes away from the burns, but I can't rip them off him without causing him horrific pain, but they're melting into his skin, and I need to help him. "No, you need fucking medical attention, I am not leaving you."

"Quackity." He insists, voice a little stronger, but I can see him shaking, jaw clenched and teeth locked together. 

I turn my head to the left, and all I see is a body, still except for occasionally twitching fingers or limbs, lying in a sickening pool of blood, that's still sizzling faintly, hissing and squeaking against the wood. 

I crawl over to the man, feeling for a pulse, met with skin that's too warm and the faintest hint of life. 

"Quackity?" I try and shake him by the shoulders and he grunts quietly, eyes fluttering open. 

"Rosie." He whispers, chest shuddering as it fights to rise, struggling to breathe. 

"I've got you okay? You're going to be okay, I'm just going to-"

"Rosie." He grunts, barely managing to lift his head to look at me before it falls back to the ground. "I'm so sorry."

"Wh- No, no, no, you fucking stay with me."

A rogue tear trickles down his bloody, blackened cheek. "I am so sorry."

His breaths are getting more and more shallow, and I slap his chest, trying anything, anything at all to get him to listen to me. "I don't care, I don't care anymore, you're forgiven, you're fucking forgiven, just stay with me!"

"I tried." He coughs, a hacking, sickening cough that splatters blood onto my hands and his chin. "I'm sorry I couldn't fix it."

"I don't care." I shake my head, trying to twist his head and open up his airways, but nothing is working. Nothing is working. "I don't fucking care anymore Quackity, I love you, please, please don't go."

"Is Tubbo?" His eyes almost roll back in his head, and his breaths get even quicker, and I'm losing him, he is slipping away in my very arms, and I can the bones in his cheek and I know, I know that I should let him go because there's nothing I can do, but not even god himself could rip me away from him.

"He's fine." I hiccup through my tears, a painful smile on my face. "He's going to be okay."

"I saved him." Quackity says, staring the roof now, speaking more to himself than me.

"Yeah, yeah you did." I brush off singed hair from his forehead, and the remains of the red tie, Schlatt's tie, from him. "He's going to be okay."

"I wanted to do...so much more." He's slipping further, spacey sentences and rolling eyes, a slackening jaw. 

And I can't do anything about it. 

"No, no, no you did so much." I say, cradling his cheek gently, but his burns are so bad I don't think he could feel anything anymore. "It doesn't matter anymore, alright? Whatever happened doesn't matter anymore."

"Fight." His eyes meet mine, straining, fighting against the peace that lulls him, death calling his name, clinging onto the few seconds of consciousness he has left. "You have to fight."

"I am going to get it back." I say, using my thumb to delicately wipe the tear that's rolled to his temple, while I feel my own splashing off my chin, choking me, rolling, and rolling down my cheeks. "I promise."

And his head rolls out of my hand, body sinking, going limp beneath me, and he's gone.

He's gone. 

I slump. 

I'm lying in someone's blood, I think, warm, slick, slipperiness underneath my head and hands, but I can't move. I can see the green on one of the hills, burred through the tears, and I wish, I wish I was there, running away from all of this, far, far away from L'manburg and Schlatt and this live that just brings new ways to hurt me all over again. 

I think of the breeze in the forest, and the damp sweetness of rotting leaves, and the mud swallowing me whole, and the empty, dark, peaceful nothingness it would bring me, roots of trees growing through my skin, twisting around my bones, mud seeping under the muscle and sinew, settling in my lungs and my stomach, the soft fuzzy petals of a daisy caressing my nose while it's stalk pushes eagerly through my cheek. 

Tears drop from my nose into the puddle of blood, salty bitterness mixing with metallic acid, clear water diluting brazen ruby, and I think that I've seen enough blood in my lifetime to drown in it, watched the red water droplets on this sink and in the shower, the pink streaks washed down the drain, the drips that splatters on the floor, and on the leaves, and on clothes.

Someone grabs onto my arm, but I don't even look up. If it's Schlatt's guards they can just take me away, throw me in a cell and let me rot in those walls, or maybe they'd just execute me and get this all over with. 

I am so tired. 

The person yanks, and they're probably saying something, I just don't care. They pull again, and it feels like they're going to rip my arm out of it's socket but I just lie there, like I was formed from wet cement. 

But they don't stop, they kneel down, putting my arm over their shoulder, grunting as they stand up, and I'm hanging off them, draped over their back and arm, watching droplets of liquid crimson splash down on the floor, feel the blood rush to my head, my hair tickle my face. The world zooms in and out, grass and dirt and tree trunks, that all blur together while I hang limply, arms and legs dangling in the air. 

I just...stop.

Stop feeling, stop thinking, stop caring, shrink back so far that all that's left of me is a tiny, shrivelled little part of my heart that bleeds, and hurts, and cries, while the rest is left in an empty, hollow daze, of nothing at all, let everything pass me, let the nightmare of today rush by, just a hollow corpse be carried off into the distance, let the world burn.

The person puts me down eventually, and the grass is scratchy, and there's rocks digging into my cheeks but I let them, smell the mildewed petrichor and damp earth. Neither of us say anything. 

"They got outta there, all three of them. Tubbo looks like he's going to be okay."

I turn. "Sapnap?"

He helps pull me up, clutching me into a desperate hug. "I've got you, I've got you."

"Sapnap." I gasp into his shoulder, fingernails digging into his bicep. 

"We have to go." He says firmly, grabbing my arm and pulling me after him. "Punz made sure everyone else got out and I got you."

I stumble numbly after him. "Where- where are we going?"

"Pogtopia." He answers, tugging me through the trees, while I stumble on roots. "Eret told me where it was."

"What the fuck is Pogtopia?" I mutter, trying to keep up.

"Somewhere safe."

The thing is, I don't know if I can believe something like that exists anymore. 

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A/N and there we have it.

I hope you enjoyed,

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