"Oh my god! Vikk! Are you okay?"
Tobi pocketed the gun, not caring that this may be a trap and he may have just gotten baited. He didn't care. Vikk was in a much worse state then they origanially thought, and this was a really serious issue. There didn't seem to be any signs if danger, and maybe Tobi just wasn't thinking, but his friend was such a mess it was unbelievable.
Vikk had dark bags under his eyes, his hair shaggy and unkempt as if it had been yanked or pulled. He had large bruises all over his body, bruises bad enough to still be seen over the lack of light, and a pretty bad black eye. The boy was clutching his ribs so Tobi could only guess they had been broken, and there was so much blood Tobi was surprised Vikk was still breathing.
"Vikk? Vikk get up, please. Vikk!" Tobi was screaming, shaking the younger boys shoulders. Tobi looked up and over at Harry with pleading eyes, as if begging the blonde haired boy to do something. Harry only shurgged, his eyes full of worry and fear as Tobi turned back to the smaller.
He heard a small groan come from beside him and he instantly looked at the small body beside him, the small boy starting to wake up. Tobi sucked in a large breath of air as if in waiting, Harry falling silent with all eyes focused on the boy in front of him. Vikk let out a small groan of discomfort, or maybe it was pain, and reached up to rub his eyes, the chains yanking his hands to a stop right before he could.
Chains, that was a new one.
"Harry, go find those keys. I don't care what you have to do to get them, kill the fucker if you have to, tell Preston we found them," Harry nodded quickly before launching himself back upstairs, his tuff of light brown hair disappearing at the stairs.
Vikk was starting to wake up now, his fast twisting in panic before he caught Tobi's glance, the two looking at each other for a second, neither of them saying anything, Vikks face curling into shock before he started to cry. He started to cry so much that Tobi felt obligated to comfort him, because after all in all the time and stuff they went through he had never seen Vikk cry before. He wrapped his arms around Vikks shoulders only to realize how dry and cut up his skin was, how torn the uniform he was still wearing was, and Tobi instantly pulled back in fear of hurting him.
"S-simon," Vikk mumbled out, Tobi's eyes widening in shock at the name. He was so caught up in what could be the death of Vikk he forgot about the other, and the fear set in when he knew the taller blonde was no where to be seen.
"Simon? Where's Simon, what happened to Simon," Tobi asked softly, hiding the worry that was so clear in his voice. He had known Simon since forever, on the train Simon was one of the only people Tobi knew, and he prayed, he prayed, that Simon was safe.
"S-simon, Simon wouldn't wake up. I tried Tobi, I tried so m-much," Vikk hiccuped, his voice breaking as much as Tobi's heart was. "I tried so fucking hard Tobi, I t-tried to save him."
Tobi's heart was shattering, falling faster then Vikk could speak, and he could feel the tears start to water in his eyes. He could hear Vikk start to wail beside him, and he couldn't help but want to join in.
"Are you sure he's dead? He wasn't just knocked out or something?" Tobi asked, his voice being a little to hopeful.
"I don't know. I don't know, I'm so tired Tobi. L-let me sleep," Vikk mumbled out, his form slouching against the wall, his eyes starting to flutter shut as he sat.
Tobi couldn't help but shake his friends shoulders, fear of loosing him far to strong now.
"Stay awake Vikk. Hold on until Harry gets here, just a little bit longer, please. I need to go find Simon," Tobi said softly, making Vikk mutter a half hearted promise to stay awake, before rushing down to the end of the dungeon.
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"Preston!"
Preston turned to the door to see Harry rush out of the building, his face tinted pink and his forehead glistening with sweat. Prestons heart was jumping, and he could only assume the worst when Harry came back alone, with no Tobi, no Vikk, no Simon.
"Preston! We found them!" Harry panted, falling to the ground in a heap, gasping for breath. Preston could see CalFreezy smile out of the corner of his eye, which only made Preston more worried then relieved.
"What state are they in? Why aren't they here?" Preston questioned, his brown eyes glazed with worry and fear as he awaited the answer.
The unsure look Harry gave Preston said enough, and Preston could feel the fire start up again in his heart. He was seeing red, his vision was flooded with it and he couldn't control it. It had taken over him now, and he couldn't stop it.
Maybe he didn't want to.
"Harry, I'm going to ask again. Where are they?" Preston asked bitterly, Cal snickering beside him as Harry backed up, raising his hands in mock surrender as he tried catch in this breath.
"Tobi found Vikk locked up in the basement, ge needs the keys, I have no clue were Simon is," Harry answered softly, his breathing growing heavy and his throat starting to get dry. He could see just how angry Preston was and stepped back, an angry Preston was a hard Preston to deal with, and it was better to just let him vent.
"Cal, where's the keys?" Preston turned to the sandy haired boy who seemed to be laughing, rolling his eyes slightly as Prestons sudden remark, as if Preston just said the most stupid thing in the world and needed correction.
"Fuck off, as if I would tell you," Cal snickered, his eyes burning with defiance.
A gun was propped against his temple, the young King stopping his sentence, although the stupid grin hadn't left his face. Prestons hands were shaking, in fear, in anger, in sadness he didn't know anymore, but his hands were shaking and so were his fingers. Cals eyes dared him to, his expression smug as he sat, completely defenceless but yet making Preston seem below him. Preston hated it, he hated it so much, he hated everything about the blonde haired boy sitting in front of him and he wanted to shoot so badly.
"I'm giving you one last chance before I blow your brains out," Preston growled, his voice as shaky as his hands were. Cal just shrugged, his aqua eyes swarming with defiance. It only made Preston angrier, and Cal knew that.
"Shoot me. Dare ya, go on ahead. Then there will be no one to lead, and the cities left will be at war. You know that, I know that. Surely the fate of the city is worth more then your friend," Cal smirked.
Preston brought the gun down, his soul heavy and his thought a mess. He glanced over at Harry, who's eyes were wide and his face twisted in worry, standing a few feet away. Preston brought the gun to his side. Cal always seemed to have the upper hand, and he was just so aggravating. He could see Cal smile in the corner of his eye, laughing at him and mocking him, making his blood boil when his friends could be left for dead. And his thoughts were getting the better of him. He couldn't stand it.
"I gave you a chance,"
Preston brought the gun up again and fired, hitting his chest and sending the body flying, Cal ending up being a mess of twisted limbs on the dirt. The grass was already stained crimson, the blood painting the ground red. He didn't know if Cal was still breathing or not, frankly he didn't care. He turned over to Harry, who's face had turned even paler somehow, his eyes the size of saucers as if he hasn't killed somebody before himself. Prestons heavy breathing of anger finally laboured out, and he wasn't sure how he felt. He was expecting some sort of happiness, some sort of comfort to come or at least some relief that the other had been killed, but he felt nothing.
"Harry, go over to the body and search for the keys," Preston hummed bitterly, the gun being waved over at Harry and then pointing over to the body, as if showing Harry the way.
Harry simply nodded, walking over to Cals bleeding form, his chest rising up and down slightly, before stopping all together right before Harry could reach him. He felt a tang of regret for some reason, it was one thing wanting someone dead, but seeing them actually being killed is another.
He walked over to the body, his hands searching the pockets and a strange feeling falling over him. It felt so strange to search a body, surely there was some unwritten law against it, and Harry just felt strange. He felt so strange, and as his fingers felt the keys through the fabric of the kings jeans, he could be be happier that it was over.
"He had the keys on him," Harry said slowly, bringing himself up from his knees and throwing the keys to Preston, who caught them quickly.
"Then lets go Harry. There's no time to loose," Preston said hurriedly, breaking into a jog and Harry following close behind.
It was silent for awhile, the only sounds being footsteps and heavy breaths from the two of them. The run that had once tired Harry wasn't nearly the second time, but maybe that's because he had something on his mind this time. He couldn't get the body out of his head, Preston killing him without a regard. Sure, he wasn't exactly scott free either, he killed his fair share, but he always felt remorse.
"You know, he didn't have to die," Harry said softly, if the words were meant to leave his lips or not he didn't know.
Preston seemed to think about this, his face twisting in hesitation as they reached the brass doors of the cellar. He stopped right before it, his hand on the handle but not opening it, as if pondering the smallers question.
"Your right, he didn't have to die," Preston said, almost remorsefully, and Harry started to feel bad bringing it up. But then Prestons face turned into a look of hatred, his fingers curving around the handle and flinging it open.
"He deserved to."
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Tobi left Vikks side and started to head farther into the basement, a small candle flickering in the corner that was to far away to give light. He didn't know if leaving Vikk there was a good or bad idea, but he knew he had to find Simon as soon as possible, or he wouldn't forgive himself.
He could feel his pupils dilate as he went further into the cellar, his eyes straining to see in the dark. He was struggling to see, which could only mean danger. He envied Harry in times like these, that kid was so brave and he he was starting to get scared because of the dark.
But he had to do this for Simon. Brave or not Simon's and Vikks lives were on the line, and he had to find them. His friends being involved sure didn't make him braver, in fact it stressed him out, but at least he was more motivated. He had to do this.
"Simon! Simon, are you here?" Tobi called out, his voice echoing against the walls, making the darkness only seem more ominous. He didn't get an answer, although he wasn't sure if he was expecting one, and he continued on.
He walked, for about 10 minutes, and then he walked some more. He didn't know how big the room was, or if he had even left the area he started in, or if Preston and Harry had arrived, but still he walked. He could be endlessly walking around in circles and he wouldn't know it was so dark, but he didn't care. He would walk forever if he had to.
He felt his foot snag against something and he fell to the ground in a heap, his hands reaching out to catch him before he could do to much damage. He brought himself to his feet, his eyes squinting to see what stopped him in his travels.
He looked down, his eyes growing wide. He could fell the tears start to prick at his eyes as he kneeled back on the floor, his hands touching the thing in front of him. It was cold, as if it had been sitting for a long time, and he tried to pry his eyes away. There was no hope. He had seen this all to often on the battle field. Seen this exact posture. He had come to late.
"Oh my god, Simon."
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