A/N: First off, a message to a certain person if they happen to see this (you'll know who you are):
Sorry, sorry, I know I'm warped. But holy hell do I love how you handle Richter's reactions. So, uh, officially confessing to being sadist!Anon.
That out of the way... Written as an attempt to break the Richter of an RPer on Tumblr (hence the confessing to being the sadist!Anon). It's 2nd person, Richter's PoV.
An additional story can be found on my AFF account, or my LiveJournal, and it's classified as original fiction on those places. See my profile for details.
Sybak is ablaze. You've barely managed to get out yourself, but you can't find Aster. You search frantically for him, but there's no trace of him outside and no one has seen him. But that's understandable, the fire raging through the entire town isn't the only thing to worry about—monsters of every shape and size have begun attacking the city, led by Ratatosk himself. You barely manage to make your way back inside the academy, choking on the smoke and cringing at the screams of agony, terror, and absolute horror echoing around you as people are ripped apart by the monsters or thrown into the flames consuming the building. You try to call out to him, but can't hear much over the unholy din assaulting your ears. Something darts by you, a monster, and pauses near the stairs. You see, grasped in its jaws, a familiar shirt, torn and dark with blood. You follow it, bounding up the stairs, eyes stinging from the smoke. Glancing down, you realize that you're following a trail of blood, too. You finally reach the roof, now, finally able to breathe.
You look around, and you finally find Aster. Ratatosk is holding him, laughing insanely, and saying something about revenge. They're at the edge, and Aster has tears streaming down his cheeks. His clothes and face are smudged with ash and he's half naked, his damaged shirt still in the jaws of the monster now sitting by Ratatosk's side, and another monster is gnawing on something off to the side. Aster is injured, several cuts along his torso still bleeding. But that's not the worst part. There's a large pool of blood beneath him, and he's the source of that bloody trail. One leg ends abruptly, a crude bandage job over the stump. You realize that the monster to the side is gnawing on the removed portion of Aster's leg. Ratatosk is still holding the crying boy, and he grins at you, saying something about how Aster should never have come back. You run forwards, weapons drawn, trying to reach him, but he grabs Aster by the neck and thrusts him over the edge. Aster is grabbing weakly at the hand around his neck, trying to breathe and barely conscious, and you can do nothing but watch helplessly as a large monster soars up from beneath, jaws closing around Aster's lower half, blood streaming down it's chin. It opens its jaws once more, and Ratatosk drops what's left of Aster. You can only stare, frozen to the spot, before your vision goes dark, a rank stench overwhelming you, and a piercing pain shoots through your abdomen as you're torn in half by the jaws of another monster.
