anyway heres some self indulgent angst because i feel bad lol
warnings: death, blood, angst, descriptions of violence, poor writing
phoenix burned bright. he brought warmth to the coldest of souls, smiles to the tensest of rooms, yet he yearned to burn brighter. he yearned for more.
each day, pushing himself to the limit, and then a bit further, just for the slightest of improvement. he would not give up, not until his body turned to ash and he could hold himself up no more.
each mission he was assigned was harder then the last, but each time phoenix did his very best, gritting his teeth and giving it his all. having the ability to become reborn was great, but it didn’t come without a cost to his body. often after these missions, he was a shell of his former self. he was silent, exhausted, and understandably so.
on one mission, phoenix and the strike team, consisting of skye, sova, yoru, cypher, and himself, were sent to a new site. they had the same objective as always. retrieve the spike, disarm hostiles, and leave. they’d done it time and time before.
yet this time was different.
the strike team fought their hardest, but they were losing. the spike was planted, and they had seconds left before all hell broke loose. the team had exhausted most of their utility, so there was little they could do.
phoenix gathered all the strength he had left in him,
and he burst into flames.
burning bright, he dashed onto the site, providing a distraction for his team to get on site. he drew the mirror agent’s shots towards him, firing back at them, hitting a few.
skye was defusing the spike, the others were watching every angle as she worked, the spike was almost defused, they were almost safe.
then there was a bang, and phoenix’s light dimmed.
he fell to the ground, his body disintegrating.
the spike was defused, they were safe.
phoenix was reborn again, right where he left off. his team was busy scanning the perimeter and calling for a ride home, their job was done.
phoenix collapsed where he stood, holding his hand to his side and letting out heavy breaths. eventually, yoru came looking to take him to their pickup site.
“didya see that? i stopped ‘em, dead in their tracks…” phoenix smiled up at yoru, still struggling to catch his breath. yoru would’ve replied with a witty response, as he always did, but something was off.
“aight, let’s go home..” phoenix struggled to lift himself off the ground. yoru offered him a hand, pulling him up and holding his arm over his shoulder. thats when he noticed the growing red stain on phoenix’s jacket.
“we need to get you to the ship.” yoru frowned as he held phoenix. with every step he took, the man felt heavier. and heavier.
“yoru…why is everything…cold..?” phoenix’s voice was barely above a whisper. he was freezing, yet his body burned and ached. he could barely keep his eyes open.
yoru ended up carrying him on his back, moving as fast as his body would take him. phoenix was cool to the touch.
“don’t you fucking dare die, jamie, don’t you dare!” yoru’s voice trembled and cracked as he yelled, hot tears threatened to spill down his face.
phoenix smiled against yoru’s neck.
“i just…need a minute…i’m so cold…”
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