Don't Go [August 29th, 2014]

A.N: I just read the last chapter of "Goodbye, Green" by Legions of Navi, and I'm starting to think that I'm not going to smile for the rest of the day... Perfect time for a sad fanfic, huh? Let's see what I can do...that is, if I/can/do anything in this state.

Everyone dies at some point, right? In the end, there's no escaping death. The closest thing to escaping it, is delaying it. One can delay death by a few seconds, or maybe even an entire year. However, it will surely come, whether it's tomorrow, or centuries from now.

Since there's no way to avoid death, what does it matter how you die? Do you want a slow, gradual death, or a quick, painless one? Would you want to die alone, or have everyone you care about to be there in your last moments? Pain, suffering, and loss, every day all for nothing. We live so we can die. So it shouldn't matter when we die, right? There's no need for the tears and sadness. Everyone dies eventually, so why are we sad? It's because we're human.

We have emotions, feelings, a heart; it's what makes up our souls. A soul is a powerful thing. It represents who we are on the inside. When we care for someone, it only makes sense to feel sad when they die. Love is another powerful thing. It's the very essence of great care or passion. Without that, there'd be no reason to suffer when someone else dies. Is that really what we want? Do we want to be stripped of our emotions, never to feel or care again?

It was a beautiful, silent night. The moon was but a sliver of light, cutting through the dark clouds that rolled over it. The stars were nothing compared to the moon's light. They were tiny beacons, dimly glowing in the sky. However, the twilight's tranquility was short lived.

A scream ripped through the silence, resounding throughout the night. The scream ended as suddenly as it had began and peace was restored to the night, but it wouldn't remain for long.

Hidden deep in the woods, an old temple stood. It was falling to pieces because it was so ancient. No one would even think to enter inside. The temple was full of dangerous monsters and traps. From within the temple is where the scream had erupted.

Indi had fallen to his knees, breathing heavily. His face had turned ghostly pale as he tried to get to his feet. The growing pain in his chest was difficult to bear for long. Using the stony wall for support, he finally managed to stand and glare at the evil man torturing him.

"You're pathetic, child," Maraud scoffed. "To think I created you." Indi didn't have the will to answer. If he spoke at all, he knew it would be the last thing he would ever do. All he could do was stare up at him. "You and your brothers are worthless pieces of trash," the man spat, shoving Indi to the ground. The boy decided to stay down this time. It was only a matter of time before Maraud would beat him to death, so there was no point in resisting.

As Maraud walked over to him, Indi couldn't help but feel like he was just accepting defeat. From another angle, it would look like he was bowing to his master loyally. He didn't want to accept his fate. He didn't wan to die like this. If he was going to die, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Gathering all of his strength and courage, Indi stood before Maraud, his replica of the Four Sword in hand. He prepared himself for any sudden move the man could make on him. But suddenly, there was a look of mock surprise on his face.

"You dare to stand up against your own father?" Maraud chuckled. His blood red sword appeared in his hand in an instant. He leaned forward slightly and smirked. "Just know that you're making the biggest mistake of your life." With the end of the sentence, Maraud lunged forward and their blades clashed. Indi was no match for his opponent's strength, let alone in his current state. He was forced backward, losing his footing as Maraud pushed. Finally, he found himself on the ground once more. Maraud smiled wickedly at him from above and his sword came flying toward him.

"What's going on?!" a voice shouted from the doorway. Disturbed, Maraud and Indi turned to the source of the sudden noise. Indi felt a smile of relief cross his face.

"Yellow...Orange," he sighed.

"What are you doing here?" Maraud demanded.

"I might ask you the same thing," Yellow shot back.

"You aren't supposed to be here," Maraud growled. "Get out."

"No," Orange answered for the both of them. Indi's eyes widened. Did they really think that the two of them alone could get him out of this mess?

"Do what he says..." he pleaded. "Just go."

"You're trying to protect each other," Maraud marveled. "How precious." He shook his head. "I should tell you, it won't work." He snapped his fingers and the door closed behind them in a flash. Maraud then raised his hands and red energy began to crackle in his palms. It sparked and sizzled with great power.

Indi had never seen anything like it. The power was growing greater and greater by the second. The energy was now illuminating the whole room with the same, blood red color. Indi could see his clone's faces clearly now. Yellow's eyes were wide with fear as he stayed silent and still. Orange looked to be more sad than scared. His eyes looked at Maraud longingly, asking for the love of his father. It never came though. Maraud was a cruel man, and the three of them knew that now more than ever.

"What disgraceful creations you are," Maraud scoffed as he prepared the energy to fire at the two Links left standing. "You'll be erased from the Earth's memory. Burn in the pits of Hell for all I care!" The red energy then turned scolding hot, so that it shone white. The magic pulsated and, without any more hesitation, it shot out like a beam.

The impact of the beam was so great that it left the room entirely white for a moment. When the light faded, Yellow opened his eyes cautiously. He was still alive?! How did he survive such a powerful blow? Orange still stood next to him, looking up at him with confusion.

"What...what happened?" he asked worriedly.

Yellow looked to Maraud, who seemed just as surprised. "I don't know..." he muttered.

Maraud was stunned. How did those two avoid his attack without moving an inch? He couldn't say a word due to his utter shock.

Suddenly, a figure rose from the ground. He held his sword to Maraud's chest. "Leave. Them. Alone," Indi growled.

The shock leaving him, Maraud smiled. "And what are you going to do if I don't?"

"I'll kill you," Indi snarled. "I swear, I'll kill you." Yellow couldn't help but stare. It wasn't in Indi's nature to kill, let alone killing another person. All three of them wielded a sword, but Indi never enjoyed killing any living creature. He was bluffing. He had to be bluffing.

"Very well then," Maraud chuckled as he backed away slightly. "I'm glad you're finally seeing things the way I do."

Indi flinched./I'm not like you. I never want to be like you! You're a monster!/

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he found himself inches away from Maraud's crimson blade.

"Indi!" Orange called as he started toward him.

"That's close enough!" Maraud sneered as he moved the blade closer to Indi's chest. Orange stopped in his tracks immediately.

"Please sir..." Orange began. "Don't hurt him. Hasn't he suffered enough of your wrath?"

Yellow blinked. This was the first time Orange was making sense. Was there more to him than what met the eye?

Slowly, Maraud lowered the blade. He didn't speak a word as he watched Indi join his brothers.

"Are you ok?" Yellow asked.

"I am now," Indi answered with a small smile. "Thanks, you guys."

"It's the least we could do," Orange sighed, relieved that he was ok.

Out of the corner of his eye, Indi watched as Maraud began to advance. His counterparts took no notice of this. He was heading straight toward them, silently.

"Look out!" Indi shouted. Yellow and Orange turned around, but they didn't make a single move. They were petrified, glued to the floor. /No! Don't just stand there! Move out of the way!/ The two remained still, even though they both knew they had to move. This was the end for both of them, or possibly all three of them. Indi didn't want that to happen. He couldn't let Maraud win. He may have been able to stop him last time by using his blade as a reflector, but there was no time to do so a second time. As quickly as he could in his injured state, he made his move.

Yellow had squeezed his eyes shut, preparing for an impact, but as soon as he had expected pain, he heard a quiet whimper and a thud. When he opened his eyes, his gaze travelled down to the ground, crossing over a limp body lying there. Yellow wasn't sure about it then, but he had definitely felt a part of himself die on the inside. He soon found himself on the ground, repeating his name over and over, trying to get him to open his eyes.

"Indi? Indi, come on, get up! Stop playing around. You've gotta be ok...right?" Despite his efforts, his indigo clad counterpart didn't respond.

"Indi, are you ok?" Orange asked, joining Yellow on the floor. "...Indi?"

Maraud was furious for having yet another attack blocked. "What's wrong with you kids?!" he raged. "You'd risk your lives for each other, and for what? Just so you could die instead of someone you care about?!"

"...Yes," Orange replied in defense. "Why?"

Maraud chuckled to himself. "Foolish children... I'll never understand you. Your Indi is dead, so what's the point of defending him?" He took a few steps backward. "I'll see you two later," he finished with a laugh. He then snapped his fingers and his form dissipated into thin air.

"It isn't true what he said," Yellow mumbled to himself. "He isn't dead-he can't be!"

"Yellow..." Orange started.

"Come on, Indi..." He could feel tears forming in his eyes. "Prove him wrong..." He lowered his head. "...Please." He could feel tears filling his eyes. He felt hopeless now, but he continued to beg. "...Please..." he repeated. "...Don't go."

A.N: This is fricking sad, man. I fangirled over it D:
...Indi's my baby. THEY'RE ALL MY BABIES.