Okie dokie, wrote this last night. Wasn't quite sure how much I liked it, but worked on it a little more. It's been a while since I did anything angsty-ish. Enjoy!
To TwistedRoses, because you wanted a little BB angst.
I have dreams where I'm a Titan, but I'm not. Nor do I own them. And if I did, totally wouldn't make myself one. Some things are better left dreams.
Everything had been normal. They had shown up to a distress call at the refinery. Dozens of well-armed robots had been busy looting the place. It hadn't been any trouble though. They had smashed through wave after wave of metal bodies, leaving shards and sparking scraps behind them.
That should have been it. Nobody had been left standing except them, the victors. He could still see that moment.
Smoke rising from broken bodies, his best friend stalking through the wreckage and destruction he had created. Bright eyed, happy just like he should have been, like he had every right to be. Pushing sweaty bangs out of his eyes, a laugh on his lips. Smiling just like always. One perfect moment that he would hate forever.
They had won. It wasn't fair.
There had been one left.
A moment, enough time for a final breath and a gasp of warning.
A flash of light and a burst of sound, the final opponent was down. They had all laughed, that nervous laughter that always showed up when things were just a little too close. Everybody but him.
He can't remember why he turned around. Maybe he had been looking for that missing laughter. But he will never be able to remove the image he found instead from his memory.
The smile was gone, replaced by shock and pain. He barely noticed the look of confusion his best friend now wore. The blossoming crimson was too distracting. For a moment they all simply stared at the hole in his uniform that was slowly seeping darkness. When he met his closest friend's dark eyes, the same surprise was evident.
Time froze then thawed, moments sliding past sluggishly. He watched the pain spread across the face he knew as well as his own. Saw legs buckle as the lanky young man collapsed to the ground. A moment later, he was crouching alongside his injured teammate. He had fallen onto the cold cement, knees soaking in the middle of slowly pooling blood.
The world turned to a blur. He could vaguely hear the unfortunate robot being torn to a thousand little pieces. Scraps of machinery were flying round in a black tornado, but that didn't really matter. Even when larger chunks managed to smash into him, he only moved to shield his friend. The sound of someone shouting for help didn't really register.
He forgot how long he had cradled the broken form of his best friend. Long enough to watch the light fade from his eyes. Long enough to scream to the heavens in anger. Long enough to see that ever present smile, the only constant reassurance in his life, completely disappear for the first and last time.
They had lost. It wasn't fair.