i've fallen into the ALST pit :)))
this is just a start to my lil self-indulgent fic. its a WIP and idk how i feel abt it yet, but enjoy my pain :))) (low-key a "fix-it" but super angsty still fic)
...and yes i've had CURE on blast while writing this
Round 2 & 3: We lost {UNNAMED}
Round 5: {RE-} We {DAC-} lost {TED} Mizi?
The rain pattered endlessly on the ground, causing the blood to thin and spread. The lights clicked off and the two on stage were plunged into darkness. Till was frozen on the spot, staring at the white body lying motionlessly on the ground.
Before he knew it, he’d fallen to his knees, ripping at his hair with his hands. What was that noise? It almost sounded like… oh. He was screaming. The strangled scream he was hearing reverberate in the empty room was his own. Nothing felt real in this moment.
His hands moved to shake the body in front of him, but his trembling hands could still feel the warmth of his body. His bright white outfit was a stark contrast to the red blood slowly merging into rivulet streams.
His vision flickered as his hands found purchase on the ground next to him, barely holding himself up. Choked sobs were building up in his throat, and he knew no one cared. The last person who cared about him was on the ground in front of him, riddled with bullets.
He was so ready to die in that moment, that he didn’t even register the bullets ringing out. Didn’t even question who they were shooting. Lifting his now bloodstained hands, he dragged his fingers across his neck, realizing that the hands that were wrapped around it mere moments ago would never move again.
His thoughts mindlessly drifted to the show. His performance was emotional, but he wasn’t giving it his all. With Mizi.. missing.. he didn’t care anymore. There was no one left that meant anything to him. He didn’t even think about Ivan.
The one who was somehow always there, always tormenting him, always.. helping him. He couldn’t fathom what Ivan’s deal was, and even now he wasn’t sure what was real or not. He felt bile rising in his throat, but he refused to yield.
There was no way right? He tried to convince himself as more blood seeped out from the wounds on his rival’s body. Without any time to catch his breath, he suddenly heard the stomping of boots. It was security.
He didn’t move from his spot as they surrounded them, guns out and facing them. Seeing that Till wasn’t making any sudden moves, they all quickly dragged him away from Ivan, hoisting his lifeless body over their shoulder.
For the first time in a long time, Till felt rage. His entire body felt like it was on fire as he opened his eyes wide, screaming at the guards. “Don’t you… Don’t you touch him!” His words were scratchy, his voice hoarse. He wasn’t sure just how long he’d been sitting there when they intervened.
Till scrambled to his feet, ready to lunge at the officer who dared to manhandle Ivan like that. He wouldn’t let it happen, not again. He watched Mizi be dragged off without a second thought, unable to help her. He wouldn’t let them take Ivan from him.
But before he had a chance to lunge, he felt a blunt object hit the back of his head with force. His vision blacked, and he fell forward. Before he lost consciousness he couldn’t be sure, but did he see Ivan’s finger twitch?
