I am so,so sorry.
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RUN! COME ON,RUN!
His mind screeched at him,fear supporting his adrenaline,making him find the energy to keep sprinting. Gunshots echoed behind him,but they weren't directed at him,thankfully. It didn't make the situation any better though.
JUST A BIT FURTHER,GO!
His breath burned in his lungs,and his muscles ached as he pressed on. The chill air whipped his dark hair back,and his eyes watered slightly as he was running against the wind. A building loomed ahead,pretty much the definition of abandoned. Windows were smashed,and parts of the walls were crumbling. The doors were kicked in,the glass jagged and broken. Not stopping to catch his breath,Entoan slipped through the gap in the doors,hissing in pain as a shard of glass embedded itself in his shoulder as he passed.
Pain lanced up his chest due to overexertion,and blood was trickling down his shoulder from the glass. Gritting his teeth,the male half ran up a case of old,cracked stairs,careful as not to fall through the holes in the old flooring. He ran down the hall,and then up another flight of stairs. Now wheezing,he stumbled into a room with an ajar door. He closed it,before collapsing to his knees.
Chest heaving,Entoan coughed,cringing as small spots of crimson hit the carpeted floor. He coughed up a bit more blood before managing to stem the painful actions. Exhaustion clouded his thoughts,and the room blurred before his eyes. He managed to draw a small,silver device out of his pocket,and brought it up to his ear,hooking it onto the right one. He turned it on,pressing the small blue button,and braced himself for the sounds.
Screaming,crying,and whimpering filled his ears,reverbrating cruelly in his head. Tears gathered in his eyes as gunshots added to the despairing noise. After a few moments,he mumbled,
"D-Dlive?" No loves,I will not be using DLive's real name,out of respect.
Instantly,there were multiple responses,mainly people begging to know whether he was fine,where he was,or if he had found a way out. But Entoan ignored them,until one voice spoke to him,louder than the others.
"Gunner? Are you alright?"
He singled out that voice,all the others becoming white noise.
"D-Dlive,he-help.."
"Where are you?"
"Our-Our safe spot.."
"I'll be right there."
The British male heaved a sigh of slight relief,and turned the earpiece off,throwing it at the nearby wall in anger and grief. It hit the surface with a metallic thunk then fell to the floor with a thud. But there wasn't a single dent nor scratch on its sleek surface. The damn thing just wouldn't break.
Hot,angry tears blurred his vision,and he made no attempt to wipe them away. They cascaded down his cheeks and dripped onto the floor,dampening the dull grey carpet. This stupid game,this was all its fault. It had torn everyone apart from friends,family,and turned them against each other. Best friends were at each others' throats for survival. Hell,Michelle had almost killed him if it weren't for Krism. Sorry,I don't know Krism's real name :3 Then there was Adam,who had mercilessly killed off Max.
And then some just quit. Suicide had claimed numerous of them,Steven,Aaron,even Mark. It seemed a much kinder fate then dying at someone elses' hand(s).
Then there was the remaining people who just...stayed. They didn't fight,they didn't commit. They looked for a way out,and when they lost motivation,they just sat near the fog,threatening to walk out. The coldblooded murderers didn't touch them,surprisingly,so they kind of survived in their own way. That was what he did for a while,before he witnessed too much. He wanted to hide from all the blood and death.
The worst thing about this was when someone protecting you was killed,and their lifeless body sort of crumples to the ground. You're left standing there,shocked,until your mind tells you,
Run,you idiot,or you'll get killed!
Then you hightail it for the nearest spot to hide. And that's when the voices start creeping in. The voice of your fallen protector and friend join the neverending screams that breach through the lines that allowed everyone to talk to each other. Once you hear them crying out,screaming,begging,you hear it constantly. Just one little whimper,and they have your mind to play with. They single the surviving out,and torment them,which eventually leads to suicide. The cycle continues, so if the murder doesn't kill you,the voices will.
Entoan had managed to tune the voice out,and the begging and sobbing had been reduced to mere whispers. Scott's voice still rang loud in his ears whenever the Brit would slip up,and his mental barrier lowered. Which often resulted in the black haired male being forced to his knees,tears streaming down his cheeks.
And then Wade's voice joined Scott's.
When both voices stated roaring in the poor male's ears,Entoan nearly started screaming along with them. Fortunately,DLive had been there,and managed to force the barrel away from the clearly traumatised Brit's temple. He had brought the usually laid-back male to this building,and they agreed to meet up here if one of them was injured. It was their safe spot.
"Gunner?"
The Brit's head lifted slightly as he tensed,and he heard footsteps approach the door to his room.
Knock
Knock knock
Knock
Knock
Knock
Knock
The series of knocks instantly soothed him,and he croaked,
"D-Dlive?"
"Gunner,I'm here,"
A gentle voice said,and it instantly comforted the Brit.
"Are you okay?"
The other male asked,concerned as he approached the smaller man.
"Hey,"
He breathed,kneeling down in front of him,two fingers tilting the British male's chin up. Their eyes met,and DLive smiled gently,leaning forward to kiss the other male. They both revelled in the wonderful contact,and the comfort of each others' presence. Finally,they broke away,and DLive clucked his tongue,eyeing the shard of glass that had burrowed into Entoan's flesh.
"How about I clean that up?"
He offered,and the Brit nodded slowly. DLive removed a roll of bandages he had picked up on his way,and moved so that he sat behind Entoan.
"Can I...?"
He trailed off,tugging lightly at the bottom of the Brit's bloodstained shirt. The other male blushed faintly,and nodded,giving his silent permission. DLive smiled tentatively,and gingerly pulled the male's shirt up above his shoulders,revealing healed over scars,and the gash the shard of glass had created. The glass shard stemmed most of the blood flow,so removing it would result in lots and lots of blood.
Jaw clenched,DLive murmured,
"I'm going to remove the shard,okay? It's gonna hurt,but I need to get it out to bandage it."
"I'll manage,"
Entoan muttered,clasping his hands together,before unclasping them to press his hand against his mouth.
"Alright.."
DLive took a deep breath before grasping the shard between his thumb and index finger,gently easing it out of the gash. Entoan's yelp of pain was muffled,but still rang sharply in the other male's ears. The Brit had to stifle a shout of pain as he felt the jagged edges scrape against the skin,despite DLive's effort to be careful.
After successfully removing the shard and then cleaning the gash,DLive hurriedly wrapped the bandage around the Brit's shoulder,binding it tightly. He quickly circled around,so he faced the now tearful British male. He took the other male's pale,shaky hands into his own,kissing them softly in order to comfort him. He pressed a few kisses to his forehead as Entoan began to calm down,before kissing him on the lips gently.
Entoan's arms found themselves wrapped around DLive's neck as their kiss became heated,and DLive's hands found themselves at the British male's waist. He pulled the smaller male closer,being cautious of his injured shoulder.
After a few more seconds,they broke away,breathless. DLive smiled down at Entoan,taking in his deep brown eyes,his ruffled black hair,and the two silver lip rings. I'm not too sure whether or not Entoan has other piercings,so um..yeah.
"I love you,"
DLive murmured,and Entoan smiled up at him,
"I love you too."
"I wish we could end this."
"I do too."
"If there was anything...Anything! To get us out..."
"There might be a way..."
Entoan trailed off,sadness picking up in his tone. There was still something about the game that ate away at him, something he feared the most.
"Really?"
DLive stared down at him in surprise,
"What is it?"
Entoan whispered something to himself,but it was too low,and DLive couldn't hear.
"What is it,Gunner?"
"It's not...nice.."
"Nothing about this whole mess is nice,"
DLive scoffed,
"What could be worse?"
"You'd have to..."
He trailed off,and DLive arched an eyebrow,
"What would I have to do that's so bad?"
"You'd have to kill me,"
Entoan said,voice wavering as he stared up at the other male,eyes wide with slight fear.
"What?! No!"
"Don't say that,think first. This would all stop,and no one else would have to die!"
"It doesn't matter,I'm not killing you!"
"Well I can't kill myself,"
Entoan said angrily,
"It doesn't work. Trust me,I've tried."
DLive visibly flinched,and his expression softened.
"Did you really?"
"Yes,"
Entoan faltered,
"I thought it'd be better than having to be killed by someone I knew. But,I guess rules are rules,"
He laughed bitterly,tears welling up in his eyes.
"Don't...cry,I hate to see your gorgeous eyes sad."
DLive murmured,pressing Entoan's head to his chest. The British male sniffed quietly,absentmindedly listening to the other male's heartbeat.
"I don't want to."
"You have to,it'll end this hell."
"I don't want to be without you."
"Hey,this is only a game,I'll be back,okay?"
"You sure?"
"I'm sure."
"I still don't want to."
"I don't either,but hey,"
Entoan smiles,
"I promise that when we get back,we can have an all-nighter. Then we can sleep in however late you want."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"O...Okay."
DLive swallowed,and helped Entoan up into a standing position.
"What am I supposed to...?"
He trailed off,and Entoan glanced around the small room,before going to retrieve something that lay in the shadowy corner of the room. He returned to stand in front of DLive,a sleek,black Glock balanced in his palm. He lifted his gaze to meet DLive's,his brown eyes glittering with fear and sadness,but a hint of confidence flickered in the darkened orbs. DLive took a deep breath,
"I really don't..--"
"You need to,okay? Do it for me."
Tears forming,DLive leaned forward,pulling the male into a tight hug. He kissed the top of the Brit's head,before pulling away.
"I love you,"
He murmured,taking the gun from Entoan.
"I love you too."
He raised it,taking another shaky,deep breath. It levelled with the British male's chest,and DLive shut his eyes tightly. Entoan followed suit,bracing himself for the inevitable pain.
Bang!
The pain was staggering; blinding. Nothing could have prepared him for it. Pain blossomed in his chest as the bullet dug its way through flesh,then bone,then flesh again as it passed through his body. Blood streamed out of the wound,and the numbing feeling was already starting to creep in. His thought process slowed,but he could still feel as DLive's arms wrapped tightly around him,and they both sunk to the floor. He could faintly hear DLive sobbing incoherently as the Brit's head was cradled into the male's chest.
Coldness was sweeping across his system,and he could hear how painfully slow his heartbeat was. He could only faintly feel tears splashing onto his cheeks,that weren't his own. It hurt him more to see his boyfriend in utter despair because of this,and it made anger boil inside him that this sick game had caused all this harm.
A strange calm was starting to settle over the British male's mind,and he felt himself slowly drifting away. But part of him was flailing wildly,trying to hang onto whatever seconds he had left. His vision was fading quickly to black,and he could no longer move any limbs. So this is what dying is like, he thought bitterly.
"I love you,"
DLive sobbed,desperately wishing to hear the accented reply,but was only met by silence. Even the lines had gone quiet,the voices,screaming,crying,everything. Anyone who was alive was struck by the miserable wailing of their friend,who was clutching onto his loved one's corpse tightly.
After minutes of DLive's heartwrenching,sorrowful cries,it finally died down. Darkness was falling over the whole area,accompanied by a peaceful quiet. Survivors gathered in the centre of the area,many carrying the corpses of dear ones. The bodies were piled up in a sort of memorial,before one of the survivors had the heart to burn them at a sort of pyre. I think that's what it's referred to..
But DLive remained in the crumbling building,cradling the Brit's body close. He had brushed Entoan's lifeless eyes shut,and stayed like that as the darkness finally swallowed them all up.
A monotone voice spoke through the darkness,loud and clear;
"THE ROUND HAS ENDED. INNOCENTS WIN."
DLive could still feel the weight of Entoan's body in his arms,and he murmured,voice cracking with tears,
"I love you. I'll see you in the morning."
I am so,so sorry. I feel like Moffat,but worse.
I'll just uh...go now...Goodnight Venner. If you've made it this far.
But hey,at least DLive will see Entoan when they wake up.
And they will have an all-nighter.
Which I cooullld write a fanfiction about.
If you guys wanted.
Adjö,
K.K.J