Requested by @HellGeek666
Some angst coming up! (I'm not good with angst os be warned)
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There was nothing but rubble left, your life in the last 6 months gone. Not that you really cared, too busy running around looking through what was left. Searching for a lighter shade of red, maybe a static noise or something?
You plucked up a spear along the way, eyes flickering around as you thought about calling out. But you resisted, not wanting to alert anyone. The air was thick, reeking misery and death. Metallic smell burning your throat, this place was a mess.
Even more than you were when you first fell... Okay- no, comedy was not helping you. Stepping over bodies you push away rubble. Looking for a red clad corpse. Or maybe half alive, whichever it was gonna be. You wished it would happen soon.
You try to breathe in a single lick of fresh air, but it's of course. Sour. As you grumble out a curse, of course this man would be hard to find. But this was a chance like no other, a very big one.
Your ear twitched as it picked up on the ever so silent steps. Immediately starting to creep towards it, peeking around a large bit of debris you managed to just see his feet slip in through the hatch of his dilapidated radio studio.
You sneak closer, standing over it as you listened in to his muttering. Psychotic mumblings. So like him, you climb in as he was busy trying to comfort himself with delusions.
"Once I unclip my wings, guess who will be pulling all the strings!" He held his arms high, a bright smile on his face before he pauses. Snapping over in a coughing fit. Red blood slipping down his lips as you hum. Announcing your presence with that singular sound as his head snaps back.
Wide eyes darting over you, before he fixed his posture. "(___)! Dear friend, I see you managed to survive." He mused, taking a step closer as you placed down the spear. He smiled at you as you smile back, immediately lunging at him. And pulling into a hug. Rolling over the floor.
He grunted in surprise as you hold him up with your grip. He tensed, a hand awkwardly patting your head. Your shoulders started shaking as he paused. Before you get his ego being feed.
"Now now. I'm fine old pal," his hands slip down to rest on your back as he slightly leaned away from your touch. "No need for tears-" he's interrupted by himself, as he gasps in surprise. There was silence. Followed by his eyes moving down to stare at the tip of the dagger.
You glance up, a blank face, his small pupils moved to you as his wide mouth hanged open. You ripped it out, causing him to stumble back, grabbing at the wound as he let out a baffled laugh.
"What-" his voice lacked the normal lace of static. As he looks down with wide eyes, before you yet again lunging for him. This time however, the knife is raised. Yet again stabbing into him as you're both sent barreling back. You don't hesitate the persistent gutting into him as he's too shocked to say anything.
When done you spin the handle in your hand. Humming a tune with a smug smile, eyes slowly moving up to stare into his. Small pinpricks stare back as he held himself slightly propped up with his elbows.
"Dear," He gritted, barring his teeth as you hum. "Why would." He trailed off, trying to sit up but your hand on his shoulder kept him there. Causing a static pop.
"Well you could say we're one of the same on that side. We both want our freedom." You simply state, as his pupils shook with immeasurable anger.
"You-" "I, think it's time for your final broadcast," your free hand intertwines into his locks. Moving his head back as your blade gently played against his neck. "It's far overdue." You add, the blade pressing against the corner of his smile, so close to dropping.
The moment you heard of his pathetic loss against Adam. You saw the opportunity before you like a gift from god. Everyone was busy fighting, you had angelic weapons. That bastard was somewhere bleeding out, and you almost held your very freedom.
This is what you'd been waiting for, and you never thought the opportunity would arise. You thought you'd be doomed to stay on his leash. But unlike a certain redhead, you could find that loophole. Nowhere in the contract did it say you couldn't kill him. The very, very weak him.
You'd be insane not to take the chance.
"Y'know, we could've been close." You softly smile at the idea, before glancing at him. "And I thought we were." He laughed out more blood. As you pull his head forward by his hair.
Causing the blood he was actively coughing out to splatter on your face.
"Yeah? Well, you always were delusional." You hum as his eyes rolled back to stare up at your hand holding his hair. Eyes snapping down as his hand reached out to you, but only doing the damage of resting on your necks crook.
"You fucking-" he interrupted himself as a violent bloody cough racked through him. Shaking his whole body as he practically foamed at the mouth. You comfortingly pat his back, like a sick child. But your smug smile showed how much you enjoyed his suffering. "Don't worry boss, I'll make sure everyone remembers you as the great Alastor, an altruist. Dying for his friends." You mocked him as his sclera blacked.
Growling at you threateningly, but you only laughed him off, the blade moving away from his neck as you hummed fondly. "They'll see you as a hero." His eyes narrow, the hand on your neck squeezing weakly as the hand entangled in his lock's soothingly pet him as condescendingly as he did to your friend, Husk.
He wheezed and huffed as you continue playing with those fluffy strands. Even if he tried moving his head away. You only stopped to hold his face.
"Now now, where's your pretty smile?" You poke the edge of his frown as he pauses, his other hand moving up to touch it. Slowly realizing he was indeed, frowning, and in the midst of his lack of control he tried to swing at you. A anger bubbling in his eyes as you easily grab his hand. Twisting it in the process and stabbing the blade into it.
A screech was heard as the anger changed to one of pure pain, unfocused pupils glancing down at the red pool of blood forming around his stuck hand.
"Ffffuck." He said without the same radio effect as his ears flatten on his head. Your hand still gently resting on his face as your finger soothingly rub over the skin. His chest heaving up and down with unstable breaths.
"Do you really want that to be your last words." Your hands wrap around his body in a non secure hug as his eyes flicker back. Betrayed. Is what you got from his stare. As wide eyes narrow, those absentminded pupils shaking as he stared at you.
"And here I thought you were just a normal wallflower, I underestimated your sick mind." He laughed out, as your grip on his hair returns to slip up into his ears.
You hum gently, pressing your forehead against his gently as his lidded eyes to stare blankly. The smile returning softly as he hummed, both do your voices synchronize as you gently swing side to side.
"I love you." You gently whisper. Cupping his face in your hands as his eyes closed. Face leaning into your hands as his skin got colder by the minute.
"I love you too." He whispered back, eyes opening again to stare at the ceiling. Inhaling a deep breath. Making your own stop as you wait. Until finally his body relaxed in your arms. Eyes hanging open as blood mixed with saliva ran down his chin.
Your lips pressing on his to catch the final breath. Before his smile yet again feel. Your breathing on his face as your teeth nibble at his lips. Before breaking apart as you stare down. You felt like a weight was lifted off you.
You're free, you can leave the hotel. You can find a better place, you can leave it all behind. Be you again, not some puppet on a string. But why can't you bring yourself to leave.
Your hand gently wiped away the blood on his chin. Adjusting his bow and lapels, trying to make him look a bit presentable.
And when you think he at least looked a bit more charming again you nuzzle into his cooling skin, taking a whiff of the metallic smell lingering on him. A hand gently running through his locks. Adoring every inch of fluff, too bad this is the last time you get the chance.
You reluctantly break away, thinking of some convincing lines to tell the rest. You gently place him against the wall, ripping the knife out as you look down at yourself. The gold and red mixing as you hum. Cutting yourself where the red stains were. Can't have anyone knowing it's not yours.
When done you pocket it, grabbing the spear and insert it in one of the many stabs of his body, picking him up bridal style as his body slumped together. The walk was slow, the body cold. Your skin cold, guys cold. You would've felt disturbed, if not for the great amount of relief this got you.
When the others see, you simply collapsed into Charlie's warm embrace. Letting them take him away from your arms. Everyone panicking as you, questions left and right as you shed a tear. Putting on the performance that can cost everything if not done right. You tell them of the altruist he was. How you found him, his last breath. Twisting the story to make it seem like you hadn't done a single bad thing.
As Charlie walks away to get you some water your eyes meet Husk's, who's sober enough to send a knowing look. He gave a nod, having understood. But he wouldn't say a thing. You knew that much.
He hated him just as much, if not more. So you'd be fine, even if he did tell. Because you didn't care, as long as you got it.
The one thing you'd been wanting since the moment you took that man's hand.
His last breath.
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