Round After Round

Roxas's POV

When my body hit the ground, my shoulder screams painfully. It throbs and protests in pure agony as I am pressed closer into the ground. Axel shields me protectively, tucking in every lose ligament like it is a blanket.

That's when the bullets start to fly.

Round after round is unleashed upon the ducking unit, raining down heavily on our forms. Demyx crouches over Zexion, smoothing the bangs from his closed eyes in order to comfort not only Zexion, but himself. Saix, Xigbar, and Lexaeus dive for the cover of the cell while Xaldin joins us on the ground.

Ruby blood splatters the ground, blossoming across the body above me. A sharp intake of breath signals what I wish wasn't true.

Axel is shot.

Protecting me.

A loud symphony of laughter plays, echoing the gun fire until it stops. The assailant doesn't reload.

"I'm your firing squad. Sayonara, weaklings." A voice sneers, one that I've come to recognize during my time in the unit.

Larxene.

I inspect the unit with my eyes, scanning for any newly inflicted wounds. Axel is panting heavily, signaling to me the type of injury. Gun fire to the chest. Vexen is still an unmoving form on the ground, swimming in his own pool of blood. Dead. His ashen face says it all. Demyx looks unscathed, aside from being drenched in Zexion's blood. At this point, I don't think the bullet will kill him. This rate, being as quickly as it is, means there's a greater chance for him to bleed out more than anything.

I can hardly peek around the corner into the occupied cell, but I try nonetheless. This provides me with a whole new revolution. Saix clutches his left leg. Xigbar is pressing his hands to his stomach, laughing weakly at the idea of him being shot. Outside the cell, Xaldin lays crumbled up in a ball, paler than Vexen's own skin. It's safe to assume that he's dead. From this angle, I can't see Lexaeus.

"Roxas, are you okay?" Axel whispers questionably in order for Larxene not to hear.

"What about you?" I wince slightly as Axel shifts his weight.

"I'm fine…" The clicking of Larxene's heels shows that she's moving closer to our unit.

The fact finally has dawned on me. We're screwed. No weapons. Injured by the dozens. Two dead members. One of them happens to be a medic. Our other medic isn't able bodied at all. Far from it. He's on the verge of joining the two deceased people. This unit is going to perish in the war.

"Nighty night." Larxene says, pointing her fully automatic weapon at us.

I shut my eyes when the next round of fire begins.

Zexion's POV

The drone of gunfire hailing down on us is enough to awaken me from my blood lose induced blackout. The first thing I can actually feel isn't the persistent pain, but Demyx. My fiancé has me pinned to the ground, running fingers softly through my hair to sooth my aching back.

The next thing I see makes my heart drop instantaneously.

Only a mere inch away from me, lifeless in his own pool of blood, is my mentor.

My superior. My friend.

Vexen.

"Vexen…?" I persist, unable to accept the fact that he is no longer with me. My voice however is drained by the intensity of gun fire.

Dem cups my cheek once again, placing a gently kiss on my exposed forehead.

"You know I love you right Zexy? I love you so much. I'll love you through all of eternity…" He whispers in my ear, ominously hinting to the inevitable.

"I love you too…" I manage back.

Before I can even blink, the pelting gun fire is on top of us. I can only scream as Demyx's body is inflicted with round after round of bullets; and I can only scream as mine follows in suit.

I hope you're enjoying this so far!

-Soul Spirit-