A gasp tears it's way out of his throat and he pulls his beaten body and drags it over to the man lying still on the ground. Golden blood pools around his body as he ends up leaning on shaky arms, positioning them over the guardians shoulders.
"Bro?" He chokes out, carefully moving a palm to rest against the mans cheek. Silence answers him, and the skin beneath his hand is cold. A sob bursts out of him and the sprite rests his forehead against Bro's. Yellow tears form tracks through the candy red blood splattered onto the dead mans' cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I'm s-so sorry Bro," He says between hitched breaths, his words slurring together. A wave of dizziness passes over him and his wing twitches slightly to keep his balance, but that made it worse, and he fell to the ground beside the guardian.
Just like in my session, he died in the same way, if not by the same person. He thinks bitterly, clenching his fist. A grimace is set onto his face as he painfully curls next to his Bro. no...he wasn't his Bro, it was Alpha Dave's Bro.
But he could pretend couldn't he?
Shudders of pain and sorrow run through him as he reaches for Bro's shades that were lying a few feet away. Carefully placing them onto the guardians nose, the sprite lets out a few more shuddered breaths before drifting into unconsciousness.
"DAVE GET OUT OF THE WAY MAN!" A rough push by strong hands and the sprite is suddenly writhing in pain on the ground. Golden feathers drift to the ground as the ground is painted with a similar color.
"Shit," Bro hisses, having to turn to block Jack. DaveSprite shakily climbs to his feet, brandishing the sword he had pulled out of his own own abdomen. But his balance is offset from the absence of one of his wings, and he stumbles before hitting the ground. Before him, he watches as Bro's sword is taken.
Jumping up using the last of his strength, everything seems to go in slow motion as Jack pulls back and shoves the sword through Bro's chest.
A silent scream rips it's way off Davesprite's lips as he moves past his dying Bro to slash at Jack, because he knew that's what Bro would've told him to do anyway.
It was still too late.
Jack was gone, leaving destruction in his wake.
The wounded sprite is awoken by soft footsteps, almost imperceptible to normal hearing, but he knew who's it belonged to. Dragging his wounded body off the ground, he gasps in pain and weakly half-running half-flying away using his remaining wing. He's able to get far away, but not enough to hear the sound of Alpha Dave, crying over Alpha Bro.
Tears blending with the now dried blood on his face, the sprite continues to fly until the agony boiling inside him forces him to stop. And even then he continues to limp along, until he completely collapses.
He was ready to die, because nothing would ever be the same.
/Authors Note/
Hm.
decided to torture you guys again :/ I know I need to update my chapter but one-shots seem more appealing right now...
I'm not apologizing for any feels this might have caused.
_Disclaimer_ Homestuck belongs to Hussie.