@cemeteryhavened said: "Stop playing a hero!" - Alice !
“Trust me, I’m anything but.”
A hero was BATHED in praise, held upon HIGHEST of podiums, gazed upon with such AWE and WONDER. How adults and children alike could rely on someone, ensuring safety and comfort against the abysmal danger that looms over like creatures of the night. One that could fend them all, bruised and battered, yet still alive.
Much like everything he could never be.
As votes casted upon digital screens, fingers pressing against tempered glass, claiming their chosen VICTIM for the horrors that lie ahead, only the deep, twisted feeling within his chest clutched mercilessly. Its sharpened claws restricting what little breath held within his lungs. Forced to withhold truths, accusing others for safer choices, all while knowing the FATE of whatever deity casted upon him. How little he tried to avoid narrowed eyes, casting suspicion of such a cruel role. Merely PROGRESSING the end of his chapter until the final grain of sand cascaded from above to its fellow companions within the timepiece.
His ever so familiar DULL HUES seem to darken, as the results now set in stone were revealed. Upon yet another innocent life... he would only accompany them in their journey through purgatory.
‘The SACRIFICE... was none other than Keiji Shinogi.’
With such heavy hearts, only moments were spared for last words. Utter despair appeared on some, while others looked heartbroken as they gazed at anyone (or anything) than him. Perhaps what hurt the most, causing such a loss of words was the expression so solemnly painted upon such CHERISHED complexions. Wordlessly, one foot after the other, the pads of his fingertips gently press against the side of his face. To know Alice’s thoughts, he could only wonder. Another loss to him. Another one he could not do anything about.
Oh, how he would miss him.
Lips brush against the others, hovering in hesitance before pressing a gentle kiss. Bittersweet, and all too short than he could ever prepare for.
“Protect the others for me. Please. Survive.”
Such a deep rumble of whispers escape him to the prisoner, soon parting ways from the other. Any longer, one would expect a much less dignified way to approach death’s door. Last wishes spoken without a single tremble in his voice, yet in utter terror of what execution would be inflicted upon his tired soul. Distance grows between the two as he approaches his final moments. Yet... his head swivels back for just a second. Just before continuing onward.
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