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Many things—Brynn had done many terrible, immoral things in his few years of life. He'd ended many lives without a second thought, and at some point had kept a run-down piece of chalkboard and a peeling white stone with tally marks of his sins; the last number he remembered was 54, before he stopped caring enough to even remember them as hastily drawn lines. The man couldn't remember his first, nor his last, and their bloodcurdling screams lingered in his memory as collages and mashes of high-pitched nonsense he could put no names to. He had dealt many fatal blows, whether knife wounds or shifted gashes, and never in his twenty-one years had he hesitated or regretted it as he stared into blank eyes already losing their colour.

Why then did he feel his own body recoil in disgust and fear at him, his heart drop metres as the last of the soft fabric was drawn from his fingers? The dark haired male's stomach churned, twisting and tying itself into impossible knots, and he turned as it forced his most recent meal of wine to pour out from his lips, muddled with the taste of burnt rabbit and digestive bile. His mind lagged, cloudy with a feeling like intoxication, and his  body jogged further behind. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, and all he could feel was freezing air stinging his pale skin and wind whipping at his hair almost in anger. Bubbles burst at the water's disturbingly still surface, the only sign of her invisible struggle against death. He could save her, easily, yet his legs wouldn't move and seemed to nail him to that patch of grass and dirt.

Bubbles stopped, feet warmed, and he stumbled forward only to fall onto his knees and utter a piercing shriek of fain and anger and sadness and what he imagined was the heavy weight of regret. He'd killed her—the only one who'd mattered, and the only one who'd cared. What, the, was the purpose of his life? Nothing, nada, zilch. Brynn's jeans bruised his knees as he slid onto his stomach to grab clumsily at a long, broken branch and poke at its sharp point tentatively. Thoughts flashed like frantic lights to people he thought he'd miss in whatever miserable afterlife he'd end up in, then lingered on the kitten he'd nurtured in his bloody ways for the past few days. His lips parted to whisper a goodybye to her spirit, or at least the idea that it was watching with content as he did this, and his voice croaked to utter an "I." It felt as if a stone had been shoved down his throat, or a lid closed on his voicebox, and his lips held back to keep him from even mouthing the words he needed to say. Even with her gone, he couldn't say the important things. 

Things like this were exactly why he needed to do this. Standing, Brynn turned his back to the lake, emotionally unable to see it anymore, with the crystalline water devoid of the movement of the alive. His lips quirked into the echo of a grin, bearing slightly stained teeth, as the stick pierced his stomach with much resistance, jerking and stopping as he forced it through his flesh, dampening his hands with syrupy red and ruining jeans he forgot to care for. The pain was warm, tingling, and comforting in its reappearance; recent days had been odd, lacking routine, and he was thankful the last thing he would feel was something he was used to and nothing confusingly new. The stick finally pierced a particularly tough piece of his insides, and he threw up the familiar sticky red with a choking cough. He might not have been able to say it, but he completed the thought in his mind nonetheless.

I love you, kitno, Cat. I'm sorry. I love

☇ ♛ A l l D r e s s e d U p I n B l a c k & W h i t e


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crazehgurl12
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The monster's red eyes flickered as it brushed over the other's love. With a sudden jerk, the monster's breathing stopped as it watched a story unfold in front of it, and the girl inside of it pushed a bloodcurdling scream from its throat. The red eyes melted to blue as the small, pale girl came to the surface. Cat came to the surface. "Brynn!" Another wretched scream ripped at her throat as she sloshed through the muddy lake water. The monster that had been there only a moment before was gone, burned alive and tossed into a deep dark pit until the next time it overtook her body. 

She made it to the dark boy's body and she threw herself on him, ripping off his pale hands that gripped the stick that was lodged inside of his abdomen. Tears began to stain her cheeks as she turned away and spattered a thin sheen of bile into the grass, her empty stomach convulsing and leaving her throat burning. She wiped her mouth and turned back, her breathing in short gasps. "Y-you can't, you can't....." She reached out her hand and touched his face, running her thumb over his pale lips. 

This was her fault. All of it. If she had just stayed away from him, had just left him like he had wanted only a week before, this wouldn't have happened. None of it. But she had to help him now, she had to. He couldn't die. She stood up, holding out her hands and levitating him with her thoughts. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to fight the monster that was threatening to come forth again.

She had a mission; she would not fail.

She quickly ran through the forest, Brynn following through the air as she willed him to fly. Ragged gasps tore at her throat and her feet burned with small cuts and bruises acquired from the forest floor. With the cabin in sight, she shot for the adjacent door, kicking it open and guiding Brynn inside and onto the mattress. She stumbled over to the pile of rubbish; wine glasses, blankets, clothes, rags.....She grabbed one of the thick strips of cloth and rushed back over to Brynn's side. Her cheeks and lips paled and she gripped the stock and pulled it out gently, a slurping sound causing her to gag as the stick was freed from Brynn's stomach. She put pressure on his wound, salty wet drops raining down her face and sobs wracking her body as his blood seeped through her fingers. She tired the cloth around his torso and tied it tightly, tight enough to stop the blood flow. She grabbed another wine-stained blanket and tucked it over the dark haired man.

She leaned over him, her body shaking violently and her chest and throat on fire as she sobbed. She reached up with her bloodied hands and touched his cheek, her tears dripping onto his face and neck. "Y-you can't die, y-you can't," she croaked, her blue eyes searching his face. "You can't, y-you can't, because-" She stopped, choking as she tried to form the words, tried to make sound through her blubbering. "Because I love you," she breathed, hardly a wisp of sound in the air as she buried her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of dirt and wine. 

Jaziel, Kinity, Axona and Riolet are OTP.


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crazehgurl12
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(Bump if you can. (: If not ish cool.)

Jaziel, Kinity, Axona and Riolet are OTP.


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