Lately, I've been extremely obsessed with The Last of Us. Probably one of my all-time favorite games, it's like up there with Assassin's Creed and Dynasty Warriors. I literally play the online Factions part of the Last of Us every single day, and which kind of led to me writing this. My mind runs wild, and I created my very own ship :3 If you play The Last of Us, friend me (if you want to). My username: Ballistic_Vixen. I hope you enjoy this story. Any Disclaimers and Warnings I have for this chapter will go for any of the future chapters. I couldn't think of a better title so if you come up with one, write a review stating the title and I'll consider it. You will be credited.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Last of Us, period.
Warnings: Eventual Yaoi (later chapters, so if you don't like it and you still choose to read this, then that's your problem) M Rated for language, violence, sex (I'm not 100% sure), and blood.
-No One's POV-
Icy wind bit at the Hunter's skin, leaving it to sting and numb. The man lifted his 9mm handgun and aimed at the Firefly who had just killed one of his teammates. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The bullet flew through the air, and before the Firefly could even react to the gunshot, he was falling to the ground onto his knees and hands.
In a slow jog, the Hunter headed over to the Firefly, who remained still and did not try to flee, which piqued his interest. Every footstep the man dressed in blue took made an audible crunch from the snow, and he thought to himself, 'Maybe he knows there is no one around to save him.' He noted that the Firefly was coughing up the slightest amount of blood, and was giving him a death glare. It was amazing how he could stay so calm and not get scared.
When the Hunter was close to the Firefly, he flipped him over and straddled the man. He pulled back his fist, getting ready to beat the life out of him (literally). That was when the Firefly cracked. He winced and shut his eyes, trembling from fear of death. Pity, it filled the Hunter's stomach and made him want to puke.
Sighing, he lowered his fist and got off of the pale man. The Firefly stared up at the other as he took short breaths. All the same, The Hunter peered down at the dying Firefly. He grabbed the man's wrist, pulling him up off the ground, and began to walk him over to a small shack near a boat. He had no clue what he was doing, neither of them did. The man in blue looked around to watch out for any of his teammates and let the other male drop to the floor. He pulled out a health kit and began bandaging him. Just as he finished healing him, the Firefly quickly pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the Hunter. With surprise showing in his face, the Hunter raised his hands in surrender as the Firefly aimed to shoot him in the head. But when the man in yellow pulled the trigger, the man in blue laughed and slumped his head.
"No bullets." The Hunter stated the obvious. "My luck today is outstanding." The Firefly groaned and ran a trembling hand through his slicked back hair. He dropped his gun and looked back at his unlikely savior. So called 'savior' stood up while saying, "Stay." The man left the other male in the shack and went to the dead Hunter. He crouched down and mumbled a low prayer for the dead man as he took his clothes off before rigor mortis would kick in. He took the dead body to the side, out of view, and made his way back to the shack.
To his surprise, the Firefly was still there. He crouched down and looked eye to eye with the other man. With a serious face, he said something unexpected to the other.
"Strip." The Hunter demanded.
"No." The Firefly refused to be further degraded. The Hunter sighed for a second time and pulled out his gun again, pointing it at the other to intimidate him.
"Now." A part of the Firefly knew he was bluffing, but he didn't want to take any chances, especially when this man shot him and was the one that saved him. He got up with a grunt and began to remove his clothes. The way the Firefly took his clothes off intrigued the Hunter, but with not even the slightest amount of embarrassment he looked away. Although his enemy, he respected that he was also a man and deserved his pride and dignity.
"I'm done..." The now nude man stated through slightly chattering teeth. The Hunter didn't even take a second to look at the Firefly's naked body and aimlessly handed him the dead Hunter's clothing.
"Put them on." The Hunter got up from his crouching position and dusted off his clothing, but what would it matter? They were bound to get dirty in the next few minutes. When the other man finished dressing the Hunter spoke again. "Wait out the fight. It's almost over and there are little Fireflies left." He made to leave and looked back for short second. "I'll be back."
An odd wave of reassurance washed over the Firefly as he sat on the floor again.
Yay! So, chapter one done! I hope you liked it so far, and reviews are always appreciated.