We never saw it coming.
It happened in slow motion. Just as I looked in his direction a figure moved from the shadows. Before I even realized what was happening, it had already
happened. A blade protruded from the body of Number Four. The one we had all counted on to get us this far. He was our pseudo-leader, and he was the man I
loved. I stared like it was a bad dream. I felt if I blinked I would wake up and we would all be back in Nine's penthouse. He would be safe and unhurt. So I did,
but when I opened my eyes nothing had changed. I saw the Mog twist the blade before ripping it from his body. I felt tears fighting their way out. Soon enough,
the others broke free from their shock. Nine came to first, and with a sound that was evil in nature he charged the Mog who had murdered Four, and proceeded
to tear him apart. I looked back to Four to see that he had fallen to his knees. He was quickly succumbing to the wound. I felt my feet begin to move. The others
had leapt into the fray, it turned out that it had been an ambush. Who knew how long they had been waiting? It was then that I noticed that my feet had
unconsciously carried me to where Four was. Just as he started to fall forward I reached out and caught him. Blood poured freely from the gaping hole in his
body. I tried not to look at it, the wound that would take him from me. So I focused on his face, it was ashen and his eyes were just beginning to lose the
glimmer of life that had shone behind them. His mouth moved, but he couldn't form words. Blood had begun to leak from his mouth. I noticed something
strange, there were droplets of water falling on his face as I cradled his head in my lap. Rain? It hadn't been raining before. No, it was tears. My tears. I didn't
want him to die. I was so terribly afraid of going through the rest of this war without him. Somewhere behind me there was an explosion, I barely noticed. I
couldn't bear it. Had I ever told him that I loved him? This thought occurred to me just as his eyes began to look unfocused. If I spoke he wouldn't hear me. He
had to know. So I did the one that I could to show him how I felt. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. I heard him breath in sharply, then exhale. A sharp
burning pain attacked my ankle. I knew then that he was dead. I felt my heart begin to break as I lifted my head away from his. His eyes were glassy and
unfocused, staring up into the sky. I began to sob. Crying as though the world was ending in front of me, it might as well have. He was gone. I hugged his
body and held it tightly. The fighting had stopped. I sensed the presence of the others crowding around me. We all beheld what we had lost. It frightened
them, but it broke me into a million pieces.
You wanted more, here you go. Written while listening to FFDP. ~Muffin