loyal to the nightmare | [Suburban Moms v District 2] Day 4

[Arrows]

It's jolting, the moment the canons quiet. Their consistent hammering has fallen into a hushed hum. They've sent the stage into silence with a single spotlight spilling over a slumped shape in the shadows of himself. The audience is empty, he is entirely alone standing on the edge of the proscenium with his hands holding tightly to his chest. They frantically fumble for a feeble fluttering beneath their palms. A periodic pulse to assure him that he still stands in the realm of existence, the world of life. They find one barely threading itself on the back of a broken breath. The blonde boy breathes in relief.

Rivers of red have tarnished Alexander's tendrils of gold, swarming them with scarlet stains. They leak from his head and drip over the crevices of his eyes. The blues of his irises rest within a concave blood. He literally sees a world of red as he watches the plants shutter into the encroaching shadows of his sight. Somewhere, slicing through the sea of silence, Alexander swears he can hear his Mama's scream. Is it weak of him to want to hug his Mom in his final moments? 

"Baby boy, there isn't a single thing you could ever do to make me love you more. I loved you with every ounce of me the second I first saw your face."

The words of Alexander's Mama mingle with his surfacing memories. They accompany her hands wrapping his scraped knees. They visit along side her lips softly pressing into his forehead after a fight. They warm her embrace as she soothes him from a tantrum. They are the only sound he can hear as tears trickle through the blood brimming around his eyes. He wipes away the sentiment swiftly, Mama can't save her baby boy this time.

Alexander snaps back from his walk along the stage's edge. She may not be able to save him, so he will have to save himself. He wants to see her again. He wants to see everyone again. He wants the fucking crown he came here for. He can crumble now or he can stand even taller. He can fall into fear now or he can be a little braver. His canon hasn't shaken the soil or scarred the skies yet. Alexander Chastmen is not dead yet.

Before him, Gala's weapon blooms a fresh forest of tragedy. More blood becomes the nutrients of the earth and he is stepping through the sodden soil. The taste of this girl's blood is a distant memory on Alexander's tongue replaced entirely by his own. In this moment, he's not flashy or fancy. There are no extra sword spins as he walks right up to the girl and stares her down.

"Whoever is going to finish this better look the other in the eyes when they do it."

Alexander attacks Tristitia Long with his Sword {Machete}
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{Miss -- 0.0 damage}

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“Finish his ass, huh? Sounds like you’re into some kinky stuff.”

Damn it I knew it came out wrong.

“Should I be jealous?”

Her eyes meet mine and there's a glimmer in them. A humor that sprouts from a different part than my own. A dark humor rooted in blood that I don't completely understand.

“Guess I do need to eliminate any potential competition.”

I can't stop my nose from wrinkling at the pair. The idea of of anything kinky with the boy in front of me is...

Well it sounds fucking gross honestly.

"Hard pass." I say without much thought, relaxing my battle ready stance to flip my wrist at the pair as if waving off a vendor on the street.

There's a short lull as these words pass.

"Whoever is going to finish this better look the other in the eyes when they do it."

The boy lunges at me but misses, his sword barely moving the air around me.

I take a step forward, rolling my wrist. The joint pops and crackles but my fingers never loosen on my knife.

"Then you better look at me, kid."

I think of Georgina at my back. Of the Lyons back home.

And I stare him straight in the eye.

D5f Tristitia attacks Alexander d2m with knife
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[Miss -- 0.0 damage]

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[revel latimer, 11b 🔍 jay]

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[ attacks alexander d2m -- sword ]

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[Cameo {RIP Charlie}]

Strength finally wields the power of my weapon, scrapping deeply into the Opponent fencing Alexander’s life. But it’s not enough to destroy her existence and ensure Alex’s. Deeply my sword claws into her thigh, but it’s not a brutal blade across the neck, or a stab into the heart - it’s not enough to save his life. Instantly my core knows it, while my head holds my breath in stupid hope. A final strive breaches from him in his seek to live, while it’s solely his closing conclusion that shows.

“Whoever is going to finish this better look the other in the eyes when they do it.” He warns before his weapon misses his target entirely. My jaw clenches, knowing it’s the defeat of his faulty aim that’s destroying him far more than his dwindling life.

With ease the Brunette from Five steps closer to Alex, as if preparing to end this without an ounce of worry to join her. “Then you better look at me, kid.” She demands back with venom licking her words. For a lasting joke, however, she misses as well.

A sighing chuckle breaks from my lips during this serious moment, unable to register anything occurring. Somehow Alexander’s power isn’t radiating, and for some reason Brunette’s counteracting threats aren’t achieving. And to no surprise it the silent Porcelain from Three that manages to final hit. Unexpected to us all, she comes around Alexander with a fatal strike to the back of his head. He crumbles.

No words are able to escape from my lips, as I simply shake my head back and forth. Seconds later I’m rushing to his side, still refuting to accept all that’s happening. But it is happening, and I have to accept it. With his fading life secure in my grasp, my eyes find the Brunette’s. “You’ll regret this. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But one day, I promise, you’ll regret this.” I vow without a wince in my voice.
 

{Gala Thomas Flees with a dying Alexander}