Chapter 58: Snapped
"Can you run?" The whisper was articulated with both precision and silence. Vincent couldn't have heard, but Shizuo had and his eyes formed a glare.
"Izaya, I won't-"
"Can you-?" His head turned and the Shizuo swallowed. Pain reflected in his eyes and Shizuo realized just how much this damned flea loved him.
He wanted to protect him. From Vincent.
From being shot dead.
And Shizuo realized that Izaya had given up on a momentary solution.
Vincent had announced that he was going to kill Shizuo, lock Izaya up to blackmail and fuck Izaya's sisters against their will in order to create offsprings.
Right now there was nothing either of them could do and so Izaya was trying to protect at least Shizuo. Get him out of here-
But Shizuo didn't even get a chance to answer as another shot tore through the silence.
Hot blood stained his face and Izaya's expression churned. It happened too fast-
Too unpredictable. Shizuo didn't know what he was expecting. More time maybe, more rants on the sick bastard's part-
But this?
Body sinking to the ground, Izaya choked and Shizuo reached forward with unprecedented numbness to keep him upright.
Izaya had been shot.
He had been shot again.
Pain.
Pain was reflecting in Izaya's expression- pain that he shouldn't be feeling, that he shouldn't experience.
Warm like a sweet summer's kiss, Izaya's blood trailed down Shizuo's cheek. It had splattered his face upon the harsh impact to Izaya's skin.
It was a sensation made in hell.
A feeling Shizuo couldn't deal with as something inside his mind simply shut down.
Rage started to boil, covered by an unbelievable calmth that suddenly washed through Shizuo's body. His body was in a state of shock and stupor.
He wanted to call Izaya's name, curse the bastard, but he didn't have the voice to do either as his lips were suddenly chained.
Everything seemed so peaceful.
Like the raindrops hitting the slowly forming puddle of blood on the ground.
Lighting himself a cigarette Vincent leant against his car before blowing some of the smoke into the dark night sky.
"Moving would have hurt less," he announced, and that barrel moved again. Up by just a little bit, aiming right towards Shizuo's head.
After all, now he had a clear line of sight.
Having been shot into his leg earlier it had already been painful to move, but now with another graze to Izaya's upper arm it felt sheer impossible. Izaya's body twitched, but failed to act to his orders as a certain kind of dizziness assaulted his senses for a moment.
Vincent was going to kill Shizuo-
He was going to shoot him-
There was no time to remain frozen-
Panic glazed Izaya's mind for the brink of a second- and he turned his head to look at Shizuo.
Yell at him to run-
But his lips failed him as soon as he saw Shizuo's expression.
It was funny.
Shizuo remembered the moment back at the cell. When Izaya had gotten drugged.
The feeling in his chest and the adrenaline of pure rage filling his veins.
He had wanted to kill them.
Kill them and leave the station with Izaya.
It had been a scary urge.
To kill.
Kill them all. End their pathetic lives.
It seemed so easy, and suddenly just so tempting.
But this time it wasn't the police officers his rage was directed towards, but Vincent.
Something in his body just stirred and recalled this unbelievably sensation of strength and raw power- just that this time it was at least ten times what he felt back at the police station.
"I don't have time for last words, but a manly cry would be nice." Vincent joked with his sick humor as he unlocked the gun.
His finger was resting on the trigger. Not more than a fingersnap was away from deleting Shizuo from this world.
And yet the calmth didn't subside.
All noises were suddenly just drowned.
The rain had stopped in Shizuo's mind. Vincent was no threat, he was just trash- trash that needed to be deleted.
And with that idea in mind he moved.
He didn't notice the touch he executed by shoving Izaya out of his way. He didn't hear the way Izaya screamed at him. Didn't see Vincent's expression show a disgustingly victorious smile as he spoke.
"Or not."
And he certainly didn't feel the bullet when it was shot right between his eyes.
The rain fell.
Harder, louder.
Izaya was screaming something, but Shizuo couldn't tell what. And he didn't care.
Because right now he saw nothing but Vincent.
Nothing but his sweet, sweet smile and the way it fell when Shizuo moved.
One step after the other was slowly set onward as Shizuo approached the bastard.
Shizuo felt something wet stain his forehead, but couldn't bring himself to care as his body tensed into unbelievable strain. His fists tightened and his muscles tensed to the brim.
His body was burning with desire.
Desire to kill.
Lifting the gun once more Vincent suddenly seemed way less confident than he had mere seconds ago.
Shizuo heard him shoot.
Once, twice, trice-
Something tugged at his body in various spots, but Shizuo couldn't care less about what it was.
Something that resembled fear suddenly crossed Vincent's expression as the cigarette fell from his lips. A new magazine was pushed inside the gun as the bastard aimed again- and Shizuo's slow steps turned into a run.
There was no need to rush, no fear, no caution. More air tugged at Shizuo's clothes as Vincent's body fled to the right.
As if playing hide and seek Vincent rushed to the other side of the car-
His eyes suddenly held unimaginable amounts of adrenaline and his hand shook with what almost looked like panic around that gun.
Another desperate shot tore through the air-
Another-
Another-
Another-
And suddenly he turned, and aimed behind Shizuo.
"STOP IMMEDIATELY OR I WILL SHOOT HI-" It was his death sentence.
Shizuo didn't know how, didn't know why. But suddenly Shizuo was just there.
Right in front of Vincent.
His body had moved.
Faster than it should.
With no motion, no fatigue, no idea how.
But he was there.
Right in front of the bastard.
And his hand dug into Vincent's face faster than he could discern what he was about to do.
As if lifting a cake off a plate his fingers jabbed Vincent's face, digging right into his eyes and mouth at a speed that made them act like a god damned sharpened knife.
Cracking like a christmas cracker the top of his scalp was lifted off his head with close to no effort.
Blood splattered.
The motionless body hit the ground and Vincent's brains splattered into a tree opposite of the road.
The picture was gruesome.
The blood trailing down the stem to the distorted expression pulling at the remnants of Vincent's face.
And suddenly the rain started again. Or had it ever stopped? Shizuo couldn't tell. All he knew was the wetness clinging to his skin and the ringing sound blocking out everything else in his ears.
Waves of adrenaline, power and heat surged through his body as he watched that body tilt and hit the road.
The threat was gone.
"Shizuo!"
As if having had a daydream Shizuo suddenly blinked. Izaya was in front of him. Tearing at his clothes.
All sounds had returned. The rain. The sound of rushing cars from the highway not too far. Izaya.
He was standing right in front of him and Shizuo showed a puzzled expression. When had Izaya appeared?
Sirens were suddenly to be heard far closer than they should and Shizuo turned his head only to see the familiar sight of blue and red as it made its way to the road.
And suddenly Shizuo saw what was left of Vincent's head.
Laid bare for the world to see, it just rested right there at the bottom of the tree and confusion wrecked Shizuo's head for just a moment.
Vincent was dead.
Why?
How?
And suddenly he felt a sensation that sent goosebumps down his spine.
Sticky, as if having touched cotton candy, something wet covered the entirety of his right arm. Warm and unbelievably disturbing.
Shizuo's eyes trailed towards the source and his palm was lifted.
A palm soaked in blood.
Vincent's blood.
Vincent was dead.
The police were on the way for some unknown reason- And suddenly Shizuo noticed that the woman's corpse was still resting nearby.
Izaya had been way quicker to analyze the situation and come to the conclusion that Shizuo had yet to make.
Vincent had called the police up front. He had planned to get Iuaya caught red handed. Now they were on the way and they were going to find his corpse.
Once the police arrived they would see what Shizuo had done to Vincent. They would see the woman and think it was his doing as well. They would see his shirt covered in holes that never pierced his skin. They would find the dented bullets on the ground.
They would know he was an incubus and try to shoot him dead.
And when that didn't work they would shoot Izaya. They would shoot Kasuka. They would get them all. There were fingerprints all over the place.
DNA.
Everything-
This situation was a disaster and Izaya harshly pulled at Shizuo's arm to get him moving.
Shizuo was out of it. Entirely.
His eyes were looking but his mind didn't seem like it had kept up with what had just happened.
For now they had to get away.
And gladly, despite Shizuo's state his body was still capable of moving.
And so they ran.
Ran down the road. Down into a park. Past it.
Izaya's lungs burned, his arm hurt, and his leg was off even worse-
A harbor not too far was their final destination as Izaya realized they had been heading towards a dead end.
His head turned quickly and without further delay he rushed down towards the bay.
Concrete made up most of the harbor and waves splashed against their rims.
Deafening silence filled by the sound of water cleared the night as Izaya finally let go of Shizuo's wrist to lean onto his knees.
He was exhausted.
And Shizuo- turning his head he looked at him.
No words had left his lips, only glances. Down his body, down Izaya's, back to his own and suddenly his expression changed.
Shock, confusion and realization displayed all at once as his eyes regained proper consciousness.
His hands were brought up to his face and shook as he finally saw Vincent's blood on his skin.
"What did I-" he mumbled quickly, but faded out and Izaya tried to muster a calming smile-
"Shizuo-" But his tone didn't change anything about the situation as Shizuo suddenly dashed for the rim of the concrete harbor.
Water splashed upwards and gathered in old cracks of the surface as no one had thought to properly maintain the ground.
Frantically as if having touched searing fire Shizuo brought his hands down as he scooped up the dirty liquid of a nearby puddle.
"Fuck-" Dirty red stained the water and the crimson on his arm slowly turned pink, but it was far from being washed off entirely and Shizuo's skin crawled with the knowledge of what he had done.
It was then that a soft pair of arms wrapped around his body from behind in what appeared to be a comforting hug.
Izaya's palm grazed Shizuo's stained one before he knew it and the touch forced him to a short halt.
No words were exchanged. And yet the action had something incredibly comforting to it.
More waves crashed and after what felt like a decade Shizuo finally found his voice again.
"... I killed someone?" he said quietly, and it was funny, because it sounded like a question when it was anything but that.
Izaya quickly shook his head in denial.
"He wasn't human."
Shizuo smiled a bitter smile.
"He was a person."
"One that the world is better off without."
Swallowing hard Shizuo let the words sink in. He knew Izaya was right. This kind of bastard didn't deserve to live. He wanted to kill Izaya. He wanted to continuously rape Izaya's sisters. Kill everyone he disliked. Who knew how many he had already killed so far. How many people suffered the fate he had offered Izaya today already?
A deep stuttering breath was drawn as the faintest hint of acceptance trickled down Shizuo`s mind.
He looked at his hands.
They were shaking.
At the puddle stained with Vincent's blood.
His face reflected inside and he couldn't tear his stare away from the graze of blood that trickled down Shizuo's forehead.
"... he shot me," Shizuo announced, and the hold Izaya had on him tightened softly.
"Yeah, I saw." And suddenly Izaya moved. Slipping to the side he cupped Shizuo's head with both palms as he forced him to look at him. His eyes were dipped in pain despite the light smile on his lips. "You really are a monster, Shizu-chan," he whispered softly, and brushed across the undamaged spot on Shizuo's forehead. "But the best kind."
It was funny, the words sounded so off and like nothing that should be able to cheer Shizuo up- and yet they did.
Like the soothing calm following a storm Shizuo somehow felt the frustration leave his body at the way Izaya looked at him.
Izaya lived.
That was all that mattered.
And suddenly that very same Izaya lost a bit of the glint to his eyes as he winced and his body tilted forward as his hands sank.
"Izaya-" quicker than he could think about it Shizuo's hands had reached out for the flea and kept him upright.
A bitter smile grazed Izaya's lips for a second as he frowned.
"Sorry. Blood loss. Just a bit dizzy," he uttered with quick nauseating breaths and Shizuo frowned with realization as Izaya drifted in and out of consciousness.
This was no time to think about what he had done.
Izaya needed to be treated-
Shinra-
The doctor came to mind as quickly as Shizuo realized that this time he had no way to contact him. Their phones were back at his apartment. Going back was no option as the place was swarmed with officers right about now.
Turning his head left and right Shizuo's hold on the flea tightened.
They had escaped the immediate threat of being caught.
But now?
What now?
What were they supposed to do?
Run from the police? Where to? For how long?
Forever?
Was this the fate that was going to meet them?
Why?
And suddenly Shizuo felt frustration gnawing at his mind.
He had never really thought much of his genes. He had never really taken much trouble from them until he learned what Izaya had to go through. But now, right now seeing what all of this ended up in, he couldn't help but curse them.
Their genes.
Their abilities.
The people connected.
Incubi as a whole.
Why?
Why did they have to suffer from this fate?
And suddenly it was there.
Tires screeched along the pavement and a black car rolled down the harbor.
Quicker than Shizuo could possibly react, it drifted to the side and a young man kicked open the backdoor of the van.
Long black hair shaped his face on one side and his pair of gray eyes revealed themselves as he shoved the strands aside.
"Quick! Get in!" the stranger called- and Shizuo frowned.
Who was that?
Another enemy? An ally?
Shizuo couldn't tell and his grip on Izaya tightened. His glance traveled down, wanting to search in Izaya's expression for a hint of what he was supposed to do.
But he failed to find his answer as he realized Izaya had passed out.
He was alone.
The decision was his to make.
Sirens suddenly filled the place from the main road and Shizuo swallowed when he noticed the trail of blood leading to their location.
They were going to be found.
By the police.
These strangers were not the police.
The police were their current enemy.
So these people- were allies.
Izaya would have probably made fun of Shizuo for his simplistic deduction but right now it was all he could come up with and so he moved.
To the back of the car.
Helping immediately the stranger grasped Izaya from Shizuo's grasp- the two got in, and the van drove off.
to be continued~
You will be getting a lot of answers to a lot of questions in the next couple chapters xDDD