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10 Years Later
Life as usual. For Sword, it meant training by day and goofing off with Rocket and Medkit by night. This was his life. His heart never felt more full than this. With Rocket. With Medkit. With Venomshank. It was nice. Very nice.
Things could go like this forever and Sword would be happy.
...
MightyWarrior:
med!
Med!
cafe time!
MoodyMed:
Don’t spam my messages
But sure
DID YOU CHANGE MY NAME?
MightyWarrior:
hehe it was funny!
MoodyMed changed their name to: Medkit
Medkit:
Much better.
MightyWarrior:
awww fine.
Wait actually
MightyWarrior changed Medkit’s name to: Med
Med:
…
Sure
I’ll accept it
Which cafe?
MightyWarrior:
THEIVES REST OBVIOUSLY
The best place for us!
Med:
Save that energy for the actual meeting
You spelt thieves wrong
MightyWarrior:
…
Grammer police
Med:
Grammar
I’ll see you there
MightyWarrior:
YAY
SO SO LETS MEET UP AT THIS TIME
…
10:50 AM
MightyWarrior:
MED!
You looked stressed when u left
Is there something u wanna talk about?
12:34 PM
MightyWarrior:
Or not its fine
Theres this movie I wanna watch
When r u free?
3:35 PM
MightyWarrior:
MED?
R u asleep or something????
10:21 PM
MightyWarrior:
R u busy?
The next day
1:41 PM
MightyWarrior:
Med!
8:34 PM
MightyWarrior:
R u okay?
Did i do something
Please text back im worried
The next day
12:10 PM
1 missed call from MightyWarrior
MightyWarrior:
Med is it me
Did i do something wrong
Please tell me
3:43 PM
2 missed calls from MightyWarrior
MightyWarrior:
medkit?
Please call back
9:32 PM
5 missed calls from MightyWarrior
MightyWarrior:
Are you ok?
Medkit please
I miss you
I dont know wht to do
where did u go
Please don’t go
At least let me say goodbye
Please
12:51 AM
MightyWarrior:
med
…
Sword held out his phone as he laid on his bed. “Med…” Continuously, he stared at it. At the last message that Medkit had sent.
I can’t just lay here and wait for you to come back. I don’t think you’d leave without telling me… I hope.
Does that mean you’re…
Are you… are you dead?!
“You’re not… not… dead are you?”
Tomorrow, he knew who to go to.
…
Medkit could feel something crawling up his leg. Doesn’t matter now, does it. After Broker and Father Overseer saw how much his phone was blowing up with messages. They “confiscated” it in order for him to focus.
Not like he would’ve told Sword about any of this anyways. What he didn’t know, won’t hurt him. And Medkit would never hurt Sword.
It was wrapping around his waist now.
What was it again? Being stuck here. Being forced to? Does it even matter?
After all these years- After all this time. Medkit forgot what this felt like.
The misery.
The pain.
The heartbreak.
With Sword in his life, his heart had always felt so grounded. So… fulfilled. He could’ve- no- should’ve lived the rest of his life that way.
But… this world couldn’t give him a break could it. No peace. No rest. If only there was a way out. Out of this misery- this perpetual pain. Even when he tries his hardest, it always comes back- again- and again.
This wasn’t some fairy tale where, if he wished hard enough, all his problems would go away and he’ll get everything that he wanted. As much as he wanted it to be- it would never.
For him? Was peace really that much to ask? This world creates beings that have the innate drive to hurt each other. Everyone in this world seemed to crave violence these days. All except for a select few who chose different paths. Sword was one of them.
How many more times does he have to convince himself that he wants to live? Live to see another day where he’s shown again and again why this world wasn’t worth it. This life wasn’t. His life wasn’t.
Medkit could feel its tightness as it wrapped around his arms. It won’t be long now.
For a moment the thought- the idea popped up in his mind. To permanently end the misery this world brought to him. For good. Just to close his eyes and with one motion- rest. Permanently like he always wanted. Forever in peace.
That’d give him the very reason he keeps on living.
…
But he won't do that. Never- never in this world would he give up. Never before and definitely not now. Not when Sword was there. He could never do that to them. And as much as Medkit hated admitting it, he didn’t want to do that to himself. To leave the very person that he… that he… loves.
Slowly it crawled around his neck, tightening and squeezing. For a moment he felt like he couldn’t breathe. That no matter how hard he took a breath, it felt like no air was going through his throat.
It didn’t stop. It kept squeezing.
“...”
It felt as if in one swift motion, his entire throat was tied off as he watched them tug the rope one last time.
He could imagine his neck snapping. Like a thread was just cut. The lack of feeling traveling through his body as he became paralyzed.
As his lifeless body dangled around, the rope continued to be held around his neck as it dragged him around. Unable to move- yet he could still feel himself there. Still alive.
The pain of nothing. It hurt more than anything.
…
…
…
His eyes opened to face the table. Tears traveled down his face and onto his desk.
There’s nothing.
Nothing except this prison room. A room in the cult that saw him as nothing but a tool. Something to be used. No regard for the hope or humanity that this inphernal ever had. No regard for his will to live.
The hope that he had had been sucked away. All that was left bare was a sugar coated lie. Just a life- not one worth living.
It was all this was these days. Fight or die. Soar or plummet. Swim or drown.
This was the parable of Medkit. Every. Single. Time.
At least this time- only he pays the price. No one else. Not… Sword.
Sword filled his heart with warmth that he yearned for all his life. He was the light in his void. The color that was taken away from him. At last, he had it- he found it. A sibling that cared so much for him. And for him to watch them grow up and be greater. Greater than anything he could’ve been… he hoped.
Medkit was Struck Through the Heart. His heart. Struck by his sword, stuck by his sword.
…
Unlike Sword though, this church Struck Through the Heart. Leaving everything else to rot and consume itself from within.
I don’t care if I die.
Sword cares… so that’s that.
He’ll care in place of mine.
I don’t think I’ll ever change.
Let’s just let it go.
And let me let you go.
…
I’ll make sure you’re safe. No matter what, Med.
I can’t afford to lose you.
I know that- that... It’s not easy.
I don’t know if I’m hurting you or helping you.
If you wanted to leave me… I wish I could. But…
I need you.
I know what you want me to say. To make it easier. The only thing that I could do to help make it easier.
“Leave me alone, Sword.”
I could lie. Say I like it like that.
As Sword approached the Horizon, the area started to change. The church was close. Sword could feel it. This wasn’t going to be easy. The inphernal knew. The Inpherno knew.
Fate draws them closer, yet their conclusion laid in darkness. Would it be tomorrow that they could sit back and relax? Next month?
There was that voice- deep in Sword’s mind. There was a chance that he couldn’t have the happy ending he’s seen in all those books.
Screw fate. Screw whatever the Inpherno has.
Screw that. Screw it all. Sword will find Medkit again and again. In every world, in every life. And in this one? They made a promise.
Forever family.
I’m not giving up on you. We’ll make a better tomorrow together.