||Till Death do us part||
A note from Leo: This series of drabbles will be Broadcasted live. Anyone who follows Seb will be able to see what transpires here. These aren’t open posts, though. If you wish to post live reactions to the video feed, you can @ tag me though so I see it! And you’re more than welcome to message me for a starter with the aftermath.
Part: 6 [Finale]
There’s nothing he could even think to say. Sebastian could have killed him, right then and there, but he hadn’t. Clasping his throat, he just stared at the papers scattered in his lap for a moment in utter shock. What even made this guy tick? Years spent with him and Tyler couldn’t grasp the concept that this little rabbit was this determined, this willful. Who mended him? Who wrecked all of his work in just six months? Who fixed the mess he created over years of subtle manipulation and effort in a mere half year? And why was it pissing him off so much? Was it because he spent all of that time on his little pet project? Or maybe because he was pissed that it failed? Someone tampered with his rabbit.
That just wouldn’t do. He gave a hoarse laugh, pulling himself to his feet as he stared at the papers. “Who did it? Who fixed you after I spent years breaking you so you couldn’t recover?” He genuinely wanted to know. Whether it was to get them back for destroying his work or just to sate his curiosity, he needed to know. The rabbit was barely able to stand, but he squared his shoulders and stared him down with a cruel and vicious look. “Why do you want to know? And either way, I’m not telling you. Just sign the papers.” He snapped the words at him, clearly in pain. However, he felt another bout of anger and crushed the paper in his palm, that smirk returning to his lips.
“I want to know who fucked with my rabbit. You were supposed to be irreversibly broken. I want to know who messed it all up. Who replaced me in your mind.” That’s right, after years of planning and executing, he had developed somewhat of an obsession with Seb himself. It was like working on a project for a long time, you become obsessed with it’s completion and perfection. Except in this case, it was destruction and flaws. Tyler straightened up and was quicker on the draw than Seb was in his condition, picking up the discarded glock in favour of his busted eagle. Pointing it directly at the other’s head, his face fell unusually blank.
Not used to seeing something like this, Seb just raised his head a bit to stare at the other, near doubling over. How many mechanics were damaged? How much damage in total was there? He counted four bullet wounds and a few lacerations from Tyler’s knife, and he couldn’t focus on running a diagnostics. “Are you seriously angry over being replaced? You didn’t give one fucking lick about me! What right do you have to be angry that someone else took your vacant spot?” He raised a very valid point, but logics didn’t seem to apply here. Especially when the other lowered the hammer to cock his weapon. This wasn’t good, he was in a bad way already from getting too emotional and making too many mistakes during the fight.
Now what was he supposed to do? Getting his head blown off certainly wouldn’t be an easy thing to come back from. “Tell me who it was.” That tone signified a darker air about the mercenary as he stared at him, practically gawking in both disgust and shock. Wonderful, he not only married someone who wanted to kill him, but a genuine psychopath. Perfect choice in men. “It wasn’t just one person. They all unknowingly played a hand in fixing me.” The wary words were left vague as he moved to straighten up better. It wouldn’t be much longer now until he was down and out. “Then I’ll kill all of them for tampering with my target.”
That was all it took to get his shoulders squared. The threat to those he loved, how ever ridiculous it was, was enough to push his will that much further. “Like hell you will.” Even in the end, he’d fight for anyone else but himself. But now? Now it wasn’t just for them. It was for him too. He couldn’t take it anymore. The constant heartache and pain that came with this situation. He just wanted it all to be over and done with. So, he did what any logical mercenary would do... He jumped. The push forward, heels driven into the floor, propelled him forward and he tackled his opponent. Wrestling with him for a few moments, it ended with the weapon discharging randomly a few times.
When all stilled, he was grasping the throat of the larger male, eyes alight with that malicious intent as he bared his serrated teeth. The few rounds that were fired off had only done minimal damage by scathing them both, but now? Now Seb had the upper hand. Although Tyler retaliated with his own hands grasping for the thinner throat, the rabbit only offered a deeper and more guttural growl from the rattling depths of his chest. He ripped his hands away from Tyler’s throat in favour of wrenching the opposing hands from his own, spreading them away from him before he lunged forward and used his own teeth to bare down on his throat.
It wasn’t the first time he’s had to resort to using his maw on a target, but he wasn’t pleased about this one. Not even ass he bit down and listened to the horrified and pain riddled scream that came out of him in broken tatters. In just one firm sweep, he slung his head back and ripped the section he was biting on apart. Between the sudden shock and seizing, he watched- after spitting the vile flesh out, as the other began to cough and spew that red liquid from his drowning lungs and oesophagus. Vicious, primal, malevolent even; Seb was taking no chances this time. Not with his current condition.
He didn’t move, his tight grip on the wrists beneath him an indicator that he wasn’t leaving till it was finished. And even then, he was sure he wouldn’t be leaving right off the bat. It was like watching a car wreck in slow motion, dreadful and awful; but you just couldn’t look away. And as the light slowly faded from the coal black orbs below, he found himself exceedingly tired. He didn’t care as he landed in the blood that wasn’t his. nor did he care to move much at all. Right now, all the rabbit wanted to do was sleep. Just to sleep and forget all of this ever happened.
He stared up at the ceiling, wheezing his breaths as he slowly felt for the wounds he had and winced when he touched them. There was no doubt about it, he was going to die here. It hadn’t happened in so long that he wasn’t sure how to deal with it now. It was a reality that he lived with, death, but not one he often lived first hand. His mind was darkening and he could only clutch a hand over a wound and try to stay awake. “I don’t want to die.” Those simple words, laced with fear and pain ass he lay in agony. How would he explain the new scars? How would he work with himself, knowing that he’d forever have to live with the words spoken today? He felt like spiralling into nothing, to simply stop existing.
And slowly, he began to fade away. The creeping claw of the reaper was looming so close to him that he could taste the bone. It frightened him, and he could only lay there, paralyzed with his own fear as he slipped into death. The transmission cut out, the live feed no longer being presented now that even his cybernetics were technically dead without blood flow.
How would he get back up without being able to get to his medicentre?