Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
As he hid from his enemies momentarily, Red thought about emitting a hollow chuckle at his condition, but he knew better then to do that, especially when your enemies were so close. Feeling his shattered right shoulder and looking down upon his disfigured body which seeped smooth streams of red, he wondered how he had fallen so far in the first place.
Taking on two legends and him, Axl who he almost thought of as a son, wasn't very smart. But of course it was hard to think intelligently, so hard when he found his mind being more corrupted by the second, his memories fading gradually as he became more and more of a mindless tool to be manipulated. He was losing all of his sanity and his body to the side-effects of Sigma's "enhancements" and because of it Red couldn't remember any of his comrades at this point. Only an abandoned reploid who he found slumped against a ruined wall in the slums of Eastern Europe was all that was left to remember. It was a damn shame how it came to this, yet Red didn't feel any regret finding his own death in Axl though. He freely chose to take Axl into Red Alert. He freely made all his decisions without anyone forcing him in those days when he himself was young, and he didn't regret any of them.
Red felt like laughing, bitterly, but he couldn't so he smiled. He had lost his wings while Axl had just grown his, Red was just another pitiful puppet firmly underneath Sigma's foot now, yet Axl chose to leave Red Alert and follow his own will now undeterred, so much as to go against Red as he did now. But he wasn't angry with the boy for this, Axl was what he wanted him to be, not a dog but a bird. Red was just another pawn and he regretted it, was tired of it. Axl was soaring like an eagle now and Red wished, wished to fly one last time too.
Gasping hoarsely as he lifted himself up, Red decided to make one last decision, his own decision. Barely pulling himself on to the top of the barrels he had reflected under. Red leaped into the air, as if to fly, and with his scythe in hand he flew freely at his opponents before the boy he took in long ago had instinctively noticed him and fired, and now he was falling.
But Red never regretted this; he had not felt such liberation for a long time.
Notes
-I hope I got all the details surrounding this drabble accurate (besides where Red found Axl, I made that up...) since I only followed a script I found on the game. I've never actually played X7 but I always thought Red was a neat character.
Thank you for reading.