Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, end of story.
Forbearance
Part V
By: Penybright
Van starred in morbid horror at his hands. They were smeared with dry, cracking blood, the blood of his friend. How could he? He knew Allen had asked him to, but... It was wrong. Everything was wrong. The world had gone insane.
Van jerked awake with a scream, shaking uncontrollably and gasping in shaky breaths of air. It had all been a dream... No, a nightmare. A nightmare that seemed impossibly real. He was till in his dark, cloying cell, the cool stone beneath him sending chills up his spine.
Randomly, the though of how he had managed to survive so long, surfaced. Surely he should be dead by now, if not from loss of blood, then sickness... As these idle thoughts played through Van's mind, his cell door opened, admitting a shadowy form into the room.
Van slowly lifted his eyes, expecting it to be a guard. It... couldn't be! He thought she was safe. How had they found her?
A tattered and slightly bloody Merle stumbled towards Van, as his eyes grew wide.
"Lord Van..." Merle said weakly, before pitching forward. Van tried to catch her, but only succeeded in having Merle fall on top of him, cushioning her fall. The door clanged shut, and Van remained frozen in place. Terror began to creep up on him, suffocating him.
How had they found Merle? She was supposed to be safely hidden... A sob escaped Van as he realized what this meant.
"No..."
He would be forced to watch... to watch... He couldn't even bear to think about it. He knew what would happen. They would use Merle to make him talk. He couldn't tell them, he just couldn't. No matter what happened he couldn't divulge his secret. Van's heart was torn asunder at his revelation. He would watch, he would cry and beg for mercy for her, but he wouldn't tell...
"I'm sorry Merle," Van choked out, holding her tightly against him as tears coursed down his face.
~Poor Van... *sniffle* I think this one ends on a bit more depressing note.