corrupted minds // laurent oneshot, day 2
Mar 6, 2020 23:08:28 GMT -5
Post by Python on Mar 6, 2020 23:08:28 GMT -5
"I'm not the broken bone, I'm the fear."
"I fear no one. I asked to die. I volunteered to die."
"Five isn't meant to win. I'm meant to die."
Their voices were ringing in his head as he stumbled through the bug towers. He tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and Ikaros' scattered body parts, trekking and trekking until he couldn't anymore. His heart threatened to seize and leap out of his chest. Sweat dripped down his temples from the unbearable humidity, and he scanned the area in search of something to lean against. Unfortunately, all he could see were towers of bugs. No thank you.
He collapsed to his knees, listening quietly for footsteps. He counted only the steps of Noel and Phi, and sighed with relief. It seemed the others hadn't followed them. Perhaps their bloodthirst was quenched, or maybe they were waiting for nightfall to strike? Either way, he couldn't just sit here and mope. Blood soaked the fabric of his neon shirt and caked the back of his neck. It was time to put those first-aid lessons to good use.
He tried to push paranoid intrusive thoughts aside as he wrapped his own head in bandages. Everything had happened to quickly - one moment he was enjoying a peaceful walk with Ikaros, the next Ikaros was dead on the ground. Death worked a lot faster than he thought. It wasn't the long, drawn-out deaths they showed on television, at least not this time.
He shuddered at the image of Ikaros losing his arm, his hand. There was nothing natural about that. Why couldn't they just stab him in the heart and make it quick?
I don't want to die like that. He couldn't; not if his little brother was watching.
Once he patched himself up, he took one final glance at his surroundings. No immediate threats - just sweaty, defeated allies, and a thousand bugs.
Time to get the hell out of here.
"I fear no one. I asked to die. I volunteered to die."
"Five isn't meant to win. I'm meant to die."
Their voices were ringing in his head as he stumbled through the bug towers. He tried to put as much distance as possible between himself and Ikaros' scattered body parts, trekking and trekking until he couldn't anymore. His heart threatened to seize and leap out of his chest. Sweat dripped down his temples from the unbearable humidity, and he scanned the area in search of something to lean against. Unfortunately, all he could see were towers of bugs. No thank you.
He collapsed to his knees, listening quietly for footsteps. He counted only the steps of Noel and Phi, and sighed with relief. It seemed the others hadn't followed them. Perhaps their bloodthirst was quenched, or maybe they were waiting for nightfall to strike? Either way, he couldn't just sit here and mope. Blood soaked the fabric of his neon shirt and caked the back of his neck. It was time to put those first-aid lessons to good use.
He tried to push paranoid intrusive thoughts aside as he wrapped his own head in bandages. Everything had happened to quickly - one moment he was enjoying a peaceful walk with Ikaros, the next Ikaros was dead on the ground. Death worked a lot faster than he thought. It wasn't the long, drawn-out deaths they showed on television, at least not this time.
He shuddered at the image of Ikaros losing his arm, his hand. There was nothing natural about that. Why couldn't they just stab him in the heart and make it quick?
I don't want to die like that. He couldn't; not if his little brother was watching.
Once he patched himself up, he took one final glance at his surroundings. No immediate threats - just sweaty, defeated allies, and a thousand bugs.
Time to get the hell out of here.
