I'm very sorry for the long wait (again)! I'm very very sorry! I've been very busy and unmotivated, plus I'm starting a novel called Godspeed! which is my top priority in writing right now. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter Fourteen: Headless Horseman
"Shinra?!"
Hiroshi stared at the other boy.
Neville-or was it Shinra?-took a deep shaky breath. "So... It is you."
Hiroshi blinked, before chuckling a little bit. "Well, I mean, more like us."
Shinra let out a shaky wheeze, sitting down. "So, how's it been?"
The man trembled, sweat coating his palm. His right arm was out in front of him and his knuckles were white as he held his wand in a death grip.
Something not of this world was going to kill him, just like it had done to his colleagues.
He was drowning.
He flailed his limbs, trying to get them to move in the ice cold water. Darkness was everywhere, and he was sinking, sinking, sinking.
Down down down. Into the shadows.
He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. That would just let more water into his lungs.
Bubbles erupted out of his mouth, and his cheeks were swollen with captured air and water. His lips were blue.
And so he sunk into the deep.
She would never stop loving him.
Even across universes, that twisted, horrific love for him kept her grounded.
She knew. She knew.
Oh yes. She knew.
The shadows around it swelled up. It gripped the pole of shadow that it had used to murder his companions without hesitation. That familiar double-sided scythe etched it's way into his mind again as it sliced the sky in half.
His legs got weaker.
It walked towards him, showing no emotion. After all, it was pretty easy to not show emotion without a head.
It raised the scythe.
He screamed, his voice shredding the silence apart.
The shadows descended upon him, and the screams were no more.