'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

⚠️ - fighting for no end - ⚠️

Nothing came.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill a person.

His hand slowly came down, eyes focusing on the killer of Cirilla May. Tears stung his eyes, wanting to pour out in a furry. The hero held it back, cursing at himself for being weak.

He apologized over and over to Crillia. He failed to do what he came here to do. To kill the useless bastard below him. But he couldn't, Pierce was right about him all along.

He couldn't even kill a monster...

His hand that was a bloody and bruised mess fell from its hold. Shaking his head, the hero felt suddenly lightheaded at all this mess. His senses dimmed lightly. It was enough for a sudden move to catch him off guard from behind.

A strong hand grabbed his mouth, twisting his head back painfully, a cloth was pressed against his nose. Oxzy tried to breathe in, pushing at the figure who held him from behind. He used his elbow to knock the man in the groin, pushing himself up to smash him in the face.

The man took a tumble, dropping the rag on the heroes mouth onto the ground. The cloth opened up, spilling out a blue dust on the way. Oxzy held his stance, coughing at the foul odor that he had smelt. He put his hand to his nose, swiping at a substance as he pulled his hand away.

Blue dust fell from his hand. The hero had noticed that he had taken in the dust. It fell from his nose, sparking more coughing from his insides.

The hero held his mouth, aggressive coughing coming from him. He fell to his knees, tears welling up inside his eyes that began to grow red.

"Cuah! Cugh-! Agchh!" The hero shook his head, trying to understand what had happened to him.

He couldn't feel anything around him. He knew that the men still surrounded him, but his senses weren't there. He had sensed the men when he first entered, but now, he couldn't feel them.

His hearing died down until he could only pick up a snicker from around him. He looked around to see who it was, eyes landing on Felix, who was sitting beside him. They faced each other now that Oxzy was on his knees.

Felix wiped the blood away with a white cloth that a man next to him offered. He stood up, looking down at the coughing hero.

Oxzy continued to gag, his throat felt clogged up like something was blocking his airway. He looked away from the little leader's peering eyes. He tried to focus on something, his senses were down. He couldn't smell anything. His eyes grew foggy.

His mind began to race, he felt like he was high above the sky. It was like his body wasn't his, he felt limp and lost. He still held onto his mouth and nose to suppress a dying coughing, so he wasn't completely numb. Something was happening inside him, the hero felt a change running in his blood.

Something changed, or more like. Something wasn't there anymore.

"That happened quicker than I expected." Felix had finished wiping his wounds off, smiling down at Oxzy with a clean face. "I'm guessing your immune system is kinda broken huh?"

Oxzy growled in rage, shooting his other hand forward in the direction of Felix. To his shock, nothing came.

His hand hovered in the air, a light spike coming from his palm. He tried to force energy to come out. The more he tried to force, the more his head began to bang. The pain was unbearable. His hand fell to the ground as well as his head and shoulders.

He stayed hunched over on the ground.

It didn't come.

He realized that the thing that changed was something a lot stronger than he expected. The more he tried to use his powers, the harder he was hit in the head. His brain felt foggy, trying to register the pain all around his body. It stung, like he was burnt with a venomous pole, with every touch, the harder he flinched from the shocking current.