❛❛ It’s okay. I’ve got you. ❜❜ hello pain my old friend :)
SOFT CARING SENTENCE STARTERS↳↳ accepting ( @halfkryptn )
just hold on. just . . . hold . . . on !
m’gann’s voice in his head was fading quickly, fading like the static from his shattered coms unit in his ear -- words blending together with the rushing sound of his blood through his veins, his heart slamming against his chest and the hard impact of h’el’s fist against his face. he couldn’t even feel the strikes anymore, couldn’t raise his arms to even attempt to fend off his attacker’s brutal onslaught, all he could do was watch and hear the sound of bones shattering beneath the surface of his skin and his muscle like some sick out of body experience and it was while staring up at the creature above him, staring into eyes that burned with a hatred so intense that he felt like it could burn him alive that he realized he was dying.
he could feel it, that slow slip into black abyss. h’el was going to kill him. he was going to die, unable to save the city, unable to defend himself, he was going to die bloody and alone.
he hit the ground hard when h’el dropped him, vomiting blood and puke against the gravel pavement, shaking with the promises of death. he couldn’t hear m’gann anymore, he couldn’t feel the suns rays on his skin, couldn’t hear his breath, couldn’t hear his heart. the seconds dragged like half eternities in that black empty void of nothing, ageless and endless, it crawled through him like inky tendrils that branched out and reached and reached for something -- anything at all.
when he heard that painful first thump of his heart he couldn’t remember his name, couldn’t remember his life or being alive at all, all he felt was a desperate and frightful need to destroy everything. it was like something had snapped into place, a switch had been flipped, a bomb had been detonated -- all at once the power that thrummed through his veins was as endless as death and it burst from him in lashing winds that split the very air apart with it’s heat and when he screamed the ground quaked with the ferocity of it.
the power that had been trapped within him reached out and found the one responsible for the shattered remnants of it’s vessel -- found the skin and the meat and nerves and bones and in a moment it took him apart one atom at a time, disassembled into every major body part and then every major organ, right down to the skeleton and then it took that apart too until all that was left was pink mist and then kept reaching. cement and earth and metals, everything that stood around him came apart, resorted into crumbling dust with every wave of power and he could feel it, feel it eating through him too, disassembling him, taking him apart one atom at a time, shredding him from the inside out. the pain of it drawing another cry from his lips that tore his throat and split the skin around his mouth.
through the pain and the haze of power too much for him to control, he could feel something reaching through it but he couldn’t see it. couldn’t see through the power that so desperately wanted to rip everything apart until there was nothing else left but he recognized it. the familiarity triggering an onslaught of memories that flashed in front of his eyes and he could feel small hands grasping his face and he fought through the pain the blank destructive hunger that drove him to try and see what -- WHO -- was there.
“ it’s okay . . . ” it was so distant, so far away that he almost gave up in trying to reach for it but it felt important -- it felt like everything, he clawed through the dark, through the powers rage and his own rage, “ i’ve got you. ” suddenly there were a thousand memories of those same words murmured into dark hair, swapped between his lips and a kids -- no, a brothers and he remembered him.
he tried to say his name but all that came out was a wheezed croak and he grasped a hold of his hands as he felt himself sink to his knees -- he couldn’t breathe, could barely think with how drained he felt. he had never been this tired before, never been this weak before, whatever power he had used to split the street in two was gone and with it the conviction he had felt.
“ oh, god ---- ” kon gasped helplessly, torn between pulling jon into an embrace and pushing him away from him in fear that the power might come back and tear jon apart as it had h’el, as it had tried to do to him. “ what did i do, jon ? what did i do ? i’m sorry, i’m so sorry . . . ”