TWs: Aftermath of character death, panicking/crying, guns/bombs. Stay safe :)
Yan reached the opposite corridor, coming to a stop at a doorway. He placed his hand on the entrance, peering into the room with a staggering breath. He opened his mouth, about to speak, when he saw it.
There on the floor lay his partner in crime, You. He wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing.
"You...!" Yan ran forward, ignoring Katya's calls for him to stop. The Russian kneeled, turning his body so that he was on his back. He noticed You's bloodshot, glazed eyes, and the blue-purple shading around his mouth. Yan shook his head, caressing the other's cheek, "Дерьмо, no, no, no... this can't be happening. You... please, no."
"Yan, give me your hands!" Katya yelled, a hand wipe in her hand. Tears were streaming down her face as she forcibly grabbed Yan's wrist and wiped at his hand, "You can't touch that stuff!"
Yan watched as the nurse cleaned a green substance off his fingers. He hadn't even noticed it over his panicking, "What is this...?"
"Most likely a deadly chemical..." Katya uttered, her voice wavering, "Only one person here can pull something like this off."
"Who?" Yan looked at her, a faraway look in his eyes. He felt his teeth clench and his throat aching, "Who did this?"
Katya glanced at her wife, "Uh-" She was cut off by resounding footsteps coming down the hallway.
"We heard gunfire! What-" Pat stopped as soon as he entered the doorway, "Happened...?"
Yan averted his gaze from the group, his eyes landing on You's body.
"You...?" He heard Clay utter.
"I'm sorry," Yan whispered.
"For what?" Pat frowned, holding back tears. He stepped forward, finding it hard to keep the tears in as he looked down at his passed companion.
"We split up after you explicitly told us not to." Yan's voice cracked, so he coughed to hide it.
"It's-" Pat faltered, kneeling beside Yan to rub him on the back, "It's not your fault."
"But it-"
"Would You consider it your fault?"
Yan was silent, giving the question some thought. You was never one to hold grudges of any kind. He didn't care about things like that. Yan looked at You's body, watching as Katya carefully inspected it, small tears still flowing freely from her eyes.
"No, he wouldn't," Yan spoke, his eyes stinging.
"Then it's not your fault." Pat squeezed his shoulder.
"Yan, you might want to see this..." Katya sniffled.
"What is it?" The Russian pulled himself over, hovering over her shoulder.
"I can't read it; I was hoping you could since you were partners." She pointed at some symbols written in slime near You's left hand. The ravenette's eyes widened.
愛してる
The tears came without warning as Yan broke down on the cold, hard floor, not caring if his friends saw him as vulnerable. His heart ached, and his fists dragged along the floor as he longed to see the spark in his best friend- his partner- again.
I love you deeply.
"Why'd I get stuck with distraction...?" Matt uttered to himself, staring up at the moonlit sky. He heard Primis next to him whistling, "Nah, it's not you. I just don't like being treated like a distraction all the time."
He looked down from his perch on top of the abandoned building, peering down below into the courtyard. He reached for his walkie-talkie.
"Not yet, Matt." Tord's voice cut through before the ginger could press the button. The Norsk seemed to know when he was going to do that, "Hold on for a little longer."
"Ergh, he knows I hate waiting..." Matt huffed.
On the ground, Tord was waiting for Jon's signal. Tom and Pau stood by as lookouts while Bing sat on the ground bored.
The apparition peered over the wall, eyeing the timer on the device as it counted down, 'Come on...' He watched as the hours changed to twelve, 'Bingo!'
Tord saw Jon wave at him, prompting him to press the button on the talkie, "Now, Matt...!"
The ginger startled, fumbling with the sniper in his grasp and peering into the scope, "Okay, here we go, and..."
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Matt shot three times, each time aiming for a different target. He managed to graze someone's shoulder.
"Man, I have terrible aim..." He muttered.
The soldiers looked around for the culprit of the shooting. Hellucard already had an idea of who was behind the scenes.
"Of course... what's a doomsday without some fun?" He asked himself as he got up from his throne, rotating his head 180 degrees to get it moving. Hellucard tapped a code on his neck as he heard a noise coming from beyond the wall.
Beep... beep... beep, beep, bbbbbBOOM!
The courtyard wall came tumbling as a few soldiers got blown away in the explosion. Hellucard began commanding orders, "You, mindless zombies! Watch over the hostages! Do not let the rebels get near them! Everyone else, shoot them!"
An alarm sounded throughout the lab as red lights illuminated the room.
"What is that!?" Clay asked, covering his ears.
"I'm guessing we overstayed our welcome," Pat spoke, wincing at the noise, "We need to leave. Now!"
Katya and Pat stood to leave, watching as Yan hesitated to leave You's side.
"Yan?" Katya spoke, her eyes red from crying.
"I'm fine." Yan nodded, standing, "It's just..." He trailed off, peering down at You's motionless body.
"We'll come back for him later." The blonde assured, "Have a proper... send-off for him." She didn't want to say burial; it hurt too much to acknowledge that her friend was dead. Yan nodded, knowing what she meant.
"We need to leave." Pat looked at them, "We also need to find Eduardo and Mark."
"Yeah," Yan uttered, "Let's go."
The Russian waited for everyone to exit the room before him. As he got to the doorway, he looked back.
Я Tоже Tебя люблю
He took a deep breath before turning and walking away, ignoring every part of his body telling him to go back.
I love you, too.
"There you guys are!" Eduardo yelled as he came barreling down the hallway, "I thought we agreed to meet up back at the fork!"
"You didn't hear the gunshot?" Clay asked.
"What gunshot!? We were on the opposite side!" Eduardo yelled.
"Where's You?" Mark asked, coming up from behind them. The group looked at each other, not knowing what to say first.
"We'll explain later; we need to get out of here before reinforcement does," Katya gestured to the blaring alarms around them.
Pat nodded, "Good idea, let's go." He ran ahead, prompting the others to follow him.
"Uh, Pat- you destroyed the motherboard, right?" Clay decided to ask.
"I thought I told you to do it." Pat glanced at him.
"Uhm-"
"I'm sorry, are you saying we both forgot to make sure to overload the motherboard in their supercomputer?"
"Are you sure that even was the supercomputer? It looked kind of pathetic-"
"Are you questioning me?"
"No-"
At that moment, the power cut off, encasing the halls in complete darkness. Everyone came to a skidding stop, looking around.
"What happened?" Kim asked, tugging her wife closer.
"Huh, it seems someone did our job for us." Pat quirked an eyebrow as he skimmed around. The backup lights flickered on, decorating the halls in low lighting.
"Well, no use in standing here! Ve, ve!" Eduardo pushed past them, taking the lead. Mark couldn't help but glance behind him as he followed the others.
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Russian =
Дерьмо/Der'mo - Shit
Spanish =
Ve - Go
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I'm sweeping through this book like no tomorrow-
I have a goal, and I AM REACHING IT NO MATTER WHAT :D
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