OnEsHoTs OwO •On Hold, Requests Closed.•

•~• "Words Of Pain." (🖤Patch🖤) •~•

Fandom: Fairy Tail Origins.
AU: Uhh none.
Notes: I'M SO SORRY, THIS ONE IS SAD.
TW: Rejection. Blood mention.
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(Mitch POV)
Mitch sighed, his eyes shut as Grandmaster Jonathan entered his room. Jonathan's happy voice was loud and bounced off the walls of his desolate den, "Mitch, Triggerfinger and the second-in-command are awake! Why don't you pay them a visit?" Mitch scoffed and opened his eyes, baring his fangs. "Don't tell me what to do," He huffed and turned his head away, "...But I was going to anyways." Jonathan shrugged at Mitch. "Alright." Jonathan waved as he walked out Mitch's room.
Mitch sighed and waited a minute or two before walking out the door. The Cellar. He walked down the stairs and in front of the prison. They both have to be here. He looked through the bars, silent. There's Bren. Bren was propped up against the wall, facing away from the bars. Where's Pat-, He shook his head, Where's Patrick? He had betrayed Patrick, so Mitch refused to call him by his nickname.
Mitch spotted Patrick curled up on the floor, bags under his eyes. Mitch opened the door quietly and closed it behind him, noticing that Bren and Patrick were chained to the wall. Mitch left the key outside the door, within arm's length, so he could grab it and leave. He got on his knees and crawled over to Patrick. Patrick had a cut on his face from when Mitch had knocked him out, and Mitch sharply inhaled as he felt a wave of guilt cover him. Pat... Mitch sighed and touched Patrick's cheek gently.
Patrick snapped awake and threw himself backwards, his eyes wide and ablaze with anger and betrayal. Mitch winced and closed his eyes, waiting for the accusations that Patrick had. "Y... You..." Patrick whispered. Mitch nodded. "You did this to us!..." Patrick whisper-yelled, shuffling. Mitch nodded. "I'm sorry-" He began to apologize, but Patrick cut him off. "Sorry?!" Patrick spat, "You're keeping us prisoner in wherever the heck this place is! You don't seem sorry, Viper!"
Mitch winced. Viper. He didn't enjoy the codename. It reminded him of what happened at Helmscott. He pushed the thought away. "I'm doing this for your own good!" Mitch pleaded, "If you knew what was happening-"
"Well, keeping us prisoner isn't exactly gonna help us, Mitch." Patrick sneered. Mitch's eyes snapped open and he stared at Patrick, who had turned away from him. Mitch's eyes began to burn. "I'm trying, okay?! I'm not exactly a Protector, I'm a killer!" Mitch yelled, tears beginning to blur his vision. Patrick didn't look at him. "You think I don't know that? Listen, the whole of Grimshade knows that you are. It's not exactly a secret!" Mitch scoffed, "I knew that!"
Patrick turned to look at Mitch, the cut on his face leaving a trail of blood across his cheek and down his chin. Mitch stared at it, a stab of guilt piercing his heart. His gaze trailed to Patrick's mouth.
"Well?" Patrick growled. Mitch looked him in the eyes. "What?" He snapped. Patrick glared. "Why are you still here?" Patrick stared back at him, his eyes boring into Mitch's. Mitch sighed. "I wanted to make you guys as comfortable as possible..." He mumbled, looking away from the gunslinger. Patrick huffed. "That's all?" Patrick spat at Mitch.
Mitch remained silent, not meeting Patrick's gaze. "I can't believe you, Mitch." Patrick sighed, his voice lowering to a mumble.
"To think I actually loved you."
~Words: 587.~