Warnings: Major character deaths, obviously violence and foul language. If canon is sacred to you, then this might not be the fic for you.
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own KHR
AN at the bottom.
His body thuds onto the ground in front of her.
Pause.
A breath.
And then a name is tearing its way past her lips in a panicked screech, hanging into the empty air.
"Run," He rasps, weakly batting her hands away from the holes that quickly bloom wet patches on his chest. When did those appear? Has his breaths always been this ragged? She isn't quite sure of anything anymore, too caught up in the madness and chaos of the day's events. All she knows is this: her hands come away stained an almost unnaturally bright red.
Tugging at his limp body to move, to pull him to the safety that now seems impossibly far away reveals the futility of her actions. She knew it, he knew it. There is no way they could both continue unless he could move himself. As her hands reach to pull his arms over her small shoulders in attempt to carry him away, he stops her with another soft plea to leave.
Trembling fingers grasps his instead, and they both fumble for a tight grip.
"No," Her vicious snarl echoes with a surprising force, "I'm not going to leave you alone."
The 'again' was left unsaid, but still understood with the squeeze of their fingers.
"Don't let go," She orders, her tone half begging, the other half is hitching with pitchy sobs. A calloused hand, now slick with blood, attempts to brush her hair back, a thumb wiping at her cheeks. It leaves bright red streaks across her face, garish paint standing out against her hair that is already caked with things that she does not want to think about.
He gives a slight squeeze, tugging her closer to where his lips form inaudible words. She pulls away and shakes her head. "You can tell me later, you're not going to d-die today."
There is a more insistent tug, and she sees the urgency in his eyes. They both know that there is no point, that too many wounds have built up to leave only one ending. His gaze softens when she finally nods, and his fingers intertwine with hers in a reassuring hold.
Her head bends down— in defeat, in grief, in regret —and his lips tickle when they brush the edge of her ear to breath a few syllables that has her own lips twitch upwards and the tears flow a little faster. She repeats them back to him in private whispers, and something in her expression must have shown, because he gives a slow, soft smile before bright eyes warm with affection stills on her and begins to dull.
And she feels, oh how she feels, his Flames flicker once, before it winks out. Oh god, it hurts at the absence, the resulting searing cold knocks the breath right out of her, leaving her gasping at the loss. He was hers, hers to protect and yet here his body lay, in her thin and weak arms.
(And in this moment, she can truly understand what it means to be a broken Sky)
It's so much worse than what she had ever expected.
Nononononono
This isn't supposed to happen, it was supposed to be different this time. What went so wrong, she is stronger than before, so why was his body lying there instead of her own? All she wanted was for everyone to be safer. What changed? When did this start? The only thing different is—
Oh.
Did, she realizes with dawning horror, did she do this? Had her presence changed so much?
Yes, her mind whispers, you've overstepped your boundaries. You should have left things be. Too greedy, too selfish, and look at you've done.
"Sorry," She chokes, hand slipping away from a cooling grasp, "I'll fix things."
She ignores the presence that still stands in front of her.
"Oh?" There is a cruel smile that slowly curves into pale cheeks. "Fix things, you say?"
"Haven't you done enough?"
She curls tighter around the body that grows heavier every moment.
The muzzle, still burning from the recent shots that blew away a part of her heart(because she is still alive, but never quite the same), presses into her forehead. Of course it's a gun. It was always that one weapon that took away the most important things from her. And somehow, that coldly impersonal method always hurts the most.
"What are you going to do next, little Sky?"
Weary eyes drag themselves to level with another coldcoldcold pair. They must have seen the decision in her expression, because there is a click and fingers squeeze the trigger.
"Things would've been different had you not interfered."
A gunshot rings through the air.
AN: *ignores the fact that I haven't updated in literal years.* I know this is short, and still no promises on updating schedule because college is a cruel and sadistic place. And while this fic has like 20 chapters planned in advance, they are still largely unwritten. Also, this is just the prologue, a short snippet of what the future entails. It's meant to be a bit vague on who the characters are(well, except for one, you can already guess who). Next chapter is when the story actually begins.
...Did I mention that prior to beginning this, I had never read nor watched KHR? Only read a few fanfics of it and whoops there goes another plot bunny (or twenty).
But surely, some may think, I've read it now, after making the biggest plot outline of my life?
*nervous chuckle* Of course I have, that would be the smart thing to do, right?
Are any of you interested in BNHA and/or Harry Potter? If not, too bad, I also have outlines for them too, though not quite as large as this.