Merome: Respawn
Pairing: ASFJerome x BajanCanadian
Warning: Angst. Uh... Character Death. Language.
A/N: Sorry, I can't help but write death. Just makes it so sad.
3rd POV:
The trio - Sky, Mitch, and Jerome - traveled through the forest. Wielding their weapons, and protected by chain armor. They had found enough weapons, armor, and food to survive for a couple days (if anyone lived that long). Being dragged into the Hunger Games seemed fun, but being in it was nerve racking, terrifying, and dangerous.
They had ran into five other tributes. Took them all out, Mitch having two hearts at the end of one battle. He was glad that his loyal friends agreed to team up.
"Hey Biggums, Imma go check out that house. See if there's any good loot. Tell Sky for me," and with that, Mitch ran off to find some more chests.
"Alrighty Benja!" Jerome yelled to the retreating man. He sighed and waited in place for Sky. Sky held his butter/budder (whatever you guys wanna say it is) sword tightly and walked his way back to the group. Upon only seeing one member of the group, he began to freak out. Not much, just a bit. "Where's Mitch?" He asked the Bacca who sat on the grassy ground.
"Went to go check the houses for loot. Why?" Fluffy replied as he pushed himself up, bringing his sword with him. Sky gave a shrug and glanced at the nearby house.
Maybe I can do this. What's that saying? Knock two birdies out with one stone? Something like that, Sky blabbered in his mind to himself. "I'll go help Benja out," Sky said as he started towards the house.
Jerome stared at his friend questionably before shrugging it off, waving him towards the house. The butter loving minecrafter grinned as he made his way into the house. "Mitch? You in here?" He asked aloud.
He heard shuffling on the second floor, before a muffled response of a 'yeah' came after. Sky griped the handle of his sword tightly. Worry and fear riding up through his body. There were so many flaws in his plan. Should he seriously go on with it? Yeah... He needed to.
He staggered to the stairs, the adrenaline clouding his mind. Glancing upwards, he started, taking slow and heavy steps. As he stepped on the second floor, it creaked loudly under his weight. Sky soon began to search every room, looking for the canadian.
At the second to last room, he found Mitch, bent over and distracted. He had his face stuck into a chest as he rummaged through it. The young man was completely oblivious to the minecrafter behind him.
He hadn't noticed anything till is was too late. Till he felt a sharp pain in his back. Till he was left on the floor, withering in pain, feeling his own blood slowly seep out of him, creating a dark puddle. He hadn't known who done it. He hadn't known he was betrayed.
Sky felt himself panting in horror as he began to process what he had done. He just stabbed his own team mate. His own best friend. And for what? To win the Hunger Games? He felt shame cloud over him. Regret hit him hard, like a truck had rammed right into his sick body. The squid hating tribute peeked into the room.
Mitch laid there, his eyes wide, filled with tears. Food couldn't help him anymore, he was going to die. This was it, this was his end, either from blood loss, or the damage the blow had done to his body. A loud scream erupted from the injured man. He screamed for his team mates. He screamed for Jerome.
The Bacca spun around, trying to guess where the cry had came from. It was Mitch, he knew that, he knew that voice all too well. He then remembered the house, the house where his two friends were at. Sprinting as fast as he could, he busted into the house and jogged up the stairs. He passed every tool bench, every chest, every item frame. Mitch was more important right now.
He heard hushed words and choked sobs from one of the rooms. Quickly entering, he found Sky crouched down next to a crying Mitch. The canadian sobbed and cried at the pain and thought of death.
Sky felt his heart crush itself with guilt, and his mind went numb. He didn't know what to do anymore. This was his fault, he caused this. He can't even claim that is was an accident. It was all planned, he wanted it to happen.
Well, it finally did. Now what? Why did he feel like a piece of shit? 'Cause he is? Maybe.
Jerome ran to Benja's side, his heart pounding. How did this happen? Why was his Mitch in such pain? He gripped the canadian's hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "It's okay Biggums. I'm here, everything'll be alright..." He whispered to the man below him.
Mitch choked back a sob and stared at Jerome. The man (Bacca, really) he loved. Why was this death going to be so cliché? What next? It's going to end with a goodbye kiss? Maybe having it cliché was alright for once...
The Bacca began, "Benja, I love you so much... I can help you, I can help your wound, I can do something," and ended with a chant, more like him trying to convince himself that he really can do something to help the man live. But in reality, he knew he couldn't. No Butter Apples, no potions, nothing. Nothing to save his lover.
Sky curled up in a corner, beating himself up for what he had done, as he watched the two. He let them play out their goodbyes, having nothing to say, the guilt numbing every thought of word. He dropped the sword and fell back against the wall.
What the hell was he thinking?
Mitch felt his heart beat fall from pounding at an inhuman rate, to a thumping like elephant footsteps. Heavy, dragged, and slow. He fought back another sob and gripped the front of Jerome's suit.
He shut his eyes and brought the Bacca down, smashing his cold, pale lips against the others.
Jerome was fast to return the gesture, he wrapped an arm around the man below him. Tipping the other's head back, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue easily into the canadian's
vulnerable mouth.
The two pulled away and took a deep breath, quickly letting it out, almost in sync, but Jerome being a second after Mitch.
"Hey... We forgot there's respawn," Mitch laughed out. Jerome's eye twitched. How could he forget?
"Oh yeah... But I don't want to do this without you,"
"Stop being so sappy Biggums. You'll do alright, you got Sky. I'll see you outside," Mitch pecked the bacca on the lips, before slowly closing his eyes.
Jerome held his body waiting for the pulse and warmth to fade away. Once it had, he sighed and let go of the body, laying it on the wooden floor carefully.
Sky watched Jerome lay Mitch's dead body on the blood covered floor. The guilt hadn't gone away yet. Regret still filling his mind.
Jerome stood up and dragged Sky out of the house with him.
"Let's go win the Hunger Games,"
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Jerome stood at the spawn, fireworks exploding all around him, the cheers of others echoed through his ears. He ignored all of that. It didn't matter. He didn't care. Even the fact that he won the Hunger Games didn't seem to strike his attention in the slightest.
When he found him. When he found Mitch, his Benja, then it would matter to him. The bacca shifted in anticipation before starting the hunt to find his lover. He pushed through crowds of people, of fallen and defeated tributes, of fans and fangirls. He ignored them all and kept searching. Upon seeing a familiar black and red hoodie, he reached out and grabbed it, taking a fistful of the cloth into his hand, before pulling the owner back.
He paused. It wasn't his Mitch. Just some random fan. He let go of them and quickly muttered an apology before sighing and continuing his hunt. He went through thousands of people, none of them were his Benja. None of them were the man he longed for. Soon he felt a hand on his shoulder. He quickly spun around, only to be greeted by Sky. Sky had worry and guilt painted across his face.
Sky cleared his throat, his eyes falling to the ground as he began. "Um... Jerome..."
Jerome furrowed his eyebrows, noting how tense his usually cheerful friend sounded. "Yeah dood?"
"M-Mitch... The respawn was glitchy... Uh, he... He didn't respawn." Sky's eyes quickly looked into his friend's, waiting for a reaction. His shoulders tensed as he felt the bacca twitch. He wasn't happy. Sky knew he wasn't going to take this well.
"What...?"
"Yeah... I'm sorry bro. The respawn wasn't working... At the time."
At the time? So it worked before, and after. But when it was his Biggums, it decided to GLITCH? It decided that Mitch wasn't going to come back? He wasn't going to respawn? They'd never... See... Each other...?
Jerome placed a hand to his head, his thoughts began to jumble, his mind began to swim. This... This couldn't have happened. This never happened before. Respawn always worked. It always brought them back. Why now? Why is it Mitch?
Every time Jerome cares about something... Things always go wrong. Why? 'Cause the world didn't want him to have happiness? Bullshit. That's bullshit. Maybe Mitch would respawn later. Maybe it'd just be temporary. Just taking a little longer for him to spawn. He was going to come back. Jerome was sure of it. Everyone always came back. No matter what. Because they had to come back. Where would they go if they didn't?
They'd be dead...
That's the only reason why you would need a respawn. If you died. Without it, you'd be gone. Dead from this world. But respawns are for second chances. Where was Mitch's? Where was his second chance?
Where was... He?
Dead? No. Hah, he wasn't. He couldn't be. He's coming back. He's coming back. He's coming back to Jerome. The bacca's eye twitched. His body tensed. He felt like he could just... Grab a sword and... No. No, calm down. Not again. It stopped when Mitch came. Just stay calm for Benja. Biggums would be proud of him, yeah? For winning the Hunger Games and keeping his cool. For not going into a murderous rampage. Mitch would be very proud of him.
Because Mitch would come back, and everything would be better again.
Like all cliché and happy endings. Cause that's how it's suppose to end right? Right.
With everyone... Happy and alive.