For @spicerpuffs‘s horror contest.
That was most of what Shayde could see with the eye he had left, as he lay dying from his final stand. Ghost was gone. He could feel it. The Last Word was gone too, along with the rest of his arm. A giant hole in his head exposed wiring and metal beneath his helm. Everyone had lost, let alone Brawl Hall. Bodies littered the floor, bleeding, burned...or worse...something had turned things from bad to worse.
Shayde mustered the strength to stand and began to limp aimlessly...it was so dark that his amber eye was the only light source. He couldn’t tell if he was stepping in water or blood, as he stumbled through the pitch black hall. He tripped over debris and the dead constantly, occasionally hitting the floor only to be met with the glassy stare of a slain stranger.
As the dead-exo-walking made his way through the ruins of his second home, he began to identify some of the dead. He came across Number 86 first. Shot through the side of the head, and Stake with his neck snapped a full 180 beside her. A fingerless nub twitched beneath the debris from a collapsed ceiling, blood pooling form beneath. Further down the hall, a charred body lit the way forward on the path of cadavers. The smell lingered for minutes after Shayde had passed it.
At some point, the lightless soul did find another survivor. June? Shayde couldn’t remember, thanks to the large gash in his head. She was pinned beneath a collapsed pillar, her legs crushed. She whimpered for his aid, and he mindlessly obliged. With what little strength he had left in him, The Guardian attempted to push the heavy stone pillar off of June, not thinking about the fact they she would likely never walk again, and that he wouldn’t be able to carry her out of danger with but a single arm. In his futile struggle, he didn't notice the approaching footsteps behind him. He began to shoulder the giant slab, pushing harder and harder with all his might in hopes that-
Shayde staggered back from shock. The hole in his chest was deep. The exo tumbled against a wall as June watched, now pointlessly struggling to free herself on her own. Shayde could now hear the footsteps, as 2 dark figures, one tall, slender and feminine, the other short, coat-clad and holding a hand cannon.
The figure who stole his Cannon walked up to June who began to panic. She grunted, and began to scream as she continue-
Shayde listened helplessly as her body fell limp. He was the only one left. The taller figure eerily floated towards him, not turning, It’s accompanying figure following suite. It threw something at him. Shayde coughed as the object shattered one of his remaining ribs. A sharp breath triggered a harrowing pain within his chest. He looked down to discover the object was Ghost. Dead. He’d been shot through the eye.
Shayde looked up only to be met with the sickening stare of 4 blood red eyes.
Jack then pressed The Last Word against Shayde’s head, and Blossom’s eyes became washed with a furious crimson, until finally-
