And You Kill It (Part 2 of ?)
Characters- Sympathetic Deceit Sanders, Sympathetic Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders
Warnings- Blood, Light Gore
———————————————————————————————————–
Deceit cradled Virgil’s head in his arms, watching as the man fell into an uneasy sleep. The face that had been contorted in agony now fell slack as Remus looked over the bandages once more. An unsettling silence comes over the two dark sides as they wonder what their next step should be.
“I’m going to kill him.” Breaking the silence, Remus stands up and summons his Morningstar, “I’m going to fucking murder him. I shit you not, I’ll tear apart his limbs and gouge out his eyes. I’ll-”
“Remus, you know we should totally escalate this situation more. I think murder would be the best thing to do.” Deceit removes his gloves and runs his scaled hand through Virgil’s hair.
Remus sighs, dropping his Morningstar, “I know, I know. I’m just… angry! Furious, even!” Falling back onto the couch, he places his head in his hands. “Roman’s an asshole.”
“So eloquent, Remus. Well done.”
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
The sun shone through the windows of the Darkscape and into Deceit’s eyes. Both his eyes and limbs felt heavy as he awoke fully. Opening his eyes and sitting up, he glances around. Noticing he is still in the living room, he realizes why he is still so drained. Dark Sides are weaker than their Light Sides counterparts, therefore they need to draw energy from their rooms. Deceit hadn’t “recharged” recently, making him weak.
Wait. If Deceit hasn’t recharged, then Virgil-
Adrenalin soared through Deceit as he hastily sat up and looked around the room, praying that the side had awoken and gone into his room. Alas, the side was still asleep, now resting on the couch.
Deceit takes his eyes off of the sleeping side and tries to stand up, only for his legs to give out under him. With a groan, he hoarsely calls out for the dark side of creativity. When that does not work, Deceit used the last of his energy to summon the man down to him. With a gust of air, the side stands right beside him, a tired smile on his face.
“Good morning, De- oh fuck!” Terror rings in the Duke’s eyes as he kneels down Deceit’s level, hand searching for what to do, but not knowing what to do. “What, I mean, how do I…”
“R…Room.” comes his hoarse reply, as Remus eyes Virgil.
“Alright… Okay, yeah.” Picking up the snake-like side, Remus rushes up to his room. Once he reaches the yellow door, he attempts to maneuver the side in his arms to grab the handle, but when it takes too long, the Duke sighs and kicks the door in. With a quick pace, he walks into the room and sets Deceit down on the bed. The tired side sunk into his pillows, a warm flush spreading across the human half of his face, as if sick.
As his breath began to slow down and Deceit fell into a fitful rest, Remus had one clear goal in mind.
He thought about killing his brother.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Virgil had never felt so fatigued in his life. Vaguely processing everything around him, he felt a slight weight atop himself, which he believes is a blanket. A feeble croak is audible from near his feet, then a slight rush of air. A muffled line of dialogue is uttered just above him as a chill runs down his spine. A set of feet run away from him, probably the person who had been summoned in.
Virgil groans, a stabbing pain in his abdomen as he shifts, feeling like something has torn. The feet come thundering back, and again, more muffles are above him, now directly. Hands support him as he feels himself get lifted up into a broad chest.
The next words that he hears are slightly more clear, “It’ll be okay, emo. I swear it.” Virgil can hear himself moving quickly, then sinking down. When they rise back up, he can feel a slight trickle of energy reentering him, like drops of water. All Virgil can think about, though, is sleep.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Remus felt so ready to collapse. All of his adrenaline left as soon as he placed Virgil down on the black and purple bedspread. He was getting up to leave when he saw something strange in the corner of his eye.
Taking one step closer to the emo, Remus kneels down and pulls back the patchwork hoodie from Virgil’s chest. A stain of red is spreading through the side’s shirt again. The stab wound had reopened.
Walking into Virgil’s bathroom with a sigh, Remus opens a drawer where Virgil keeps his first aid supplies and pulls out the kit. Reentering Virgil’s bedroom, Remus opens the case and pulls out a new wad of fresh bandages.
Kneeling again beside Virgil, Remus starts to remove the man’s jacket and shirt. Once they were off, he unwrapped the old bandages slowly, as to not further injure his friend. While rewrapping his chest, Remus mutters, “I swear if you open this again, I’ll literally keep you chained up so you can’t move.”
Once Virgil is wrapped back up, Remus sinks out into his room, collapses onto his bed, and falls asleep.
