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Flames POV
He started walking back down the mountain.
Why would he care if Wemmbu flew away?
Yeah, Wemmbu was hurt, but he would be fine.. right?
Fuck.
He sighed as he looked back towards the cliff Wemmbu just flew off of. He tilted his head slightly, questioning his options.
Screw it.
He started walking towards Wemmbu's base. That’s where he would go if he was hurt right?
Flame just wanted to make sure Wemmbu wasn’t dead or anything like that. He just didn’t want to lose a good fighting partner. Nothing more.
He kept walking. The base wasn’t exactly far away, but it wasn’t close either.
After making it to Wemmbu's base, he was about to knock on the door… but there was blood? It was hard to see, but the familiar glint of blood against moonlight was there.Why was there blood outside Wemmbu's house?
Why was there Wemmbus blood outside his own house? Well actually, that wouldn’t be too surprising if the trail of blood wasn’t leading away from the base…?
Either Wemmbu was kidnapped, or left his base before even going in while bleeding..
Neither option made a whole lotta sense in Flame’s head.
He figured he should follow the blood trail, since that would be more accurate, and he continues walking in the same direction for a bit, not turning to either side figuring Wemmbu was probably too weak to care about being followed or tracked even if he was flying.
He’s almost past a forest leading into a flower field when suddenly
His communicator buzzed.
Wemmbu: Have fun being the strongest, don’t let your ego get too big.
What? Wemmbu would never give up that easily, unless..
Damn it.
He looked back up into the field in front of him.
Where did this fucker go?
Oh.
That was easier than he thought
Oh.
Oh, Wemmbu.
Fuck.
Well, he found Wemmbu.
Only… not the way he wanted to, but lying in a growing pool of his own blood.
The moment Flame got close, he knew it was too late.
And the worst part? He knew he only missed it by minutes. Maybe if he was a little quicker, he could’ve saved him. But he wasn’t. He was too late, and now Wemmbu was dead.
He should’ve been happy now that his rival was dead. He was the strongest! He didn’t have to fight Wemmbu anymore.
But, he didn’t feel happy. Or accomplished. He felt sad. Even if Wemmbu wasn’t his friend. He had started to enjoy the other’s presence.
Although he was chaotic, it was somehow calming and sometimes Flame swore Wemmbu had to be magical simply because of the way he would always laugh even in the hardest situations.
But now that Flame was sitting in front of his lifeless body? It didn’t feel calm or fun at all. It felt.. empty, and alone.
Flame wasn’t one to cry.
He couldn’t even remember the last time he cried.
But Wemmbu looked so small, far too young to have already died.
He couldn’t help it as tears began to blur his vision.
“What…what did you do to him.”
He snapped his head up, tears still pooling.
It was Eggchan, Wemmbu’s teammate and closest friend.
“I didn’t do anything… I-I just found him here.” Flame was trying to calm his breathing to stop himself from crying.
“You’re lying! I know you did something!” Egg shouted, his voice dripped of hurt and anger.
“What did you do to him?!” His voice cracked
“He’s dead, Egg. He died before I even got here. I tried, I really did.“ Flame turned his head away for a moment looking back down at Wemmbu.
“NO, I know you did this. You two were rivals, it makes sense. I should’ve known you killed him.” Egg tried to punch Flame, but there was no real power in it. He easily caught the fist before it hit him.
“I already told you I didn’t do this…”
It was silent for a moment before Egg kicked him with a surprising amount of force. He was caught off guard, It knocked him back.
Before he could come up with a response, Egg did.
“Fuck you.” It was only two words, but they said so much. The tone, the way his voice cracked at the end as he fell to his knees clutching his best friend’s hand.
Flame stood up slowly.
A single tear rolled down his cheek .
And walked away.
He kept walking and didn’t stop. He felt like if he stopped, he might never get back up.
He felt weak because of how much Wemmbu’s death affected him.
He was supposed to be the strongest. Someone’s death shouldn’t affect him this much.
He felt so alone.
The only person he would talk to was Wemmbu.
With Lomedy still in jail, he now had no one.
He almost compared himself to Egg. They both lost the only person they had that understood them.
Only Egg was right. It was his fault. He was the one who had stabbed Wemmbu in the arm. He never could’ve expected this to be the outcome though. Why would Wemmbu be that stupid?
It was his fault Wemmbu died.
And he would never forgive himself for that. For the pain he had caused Egg.
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around a month later…
Flame was sitting on the same ledge Wemmbu had been on all those weeks ago.
A bundle of hyacinths in his hands.
The wind whistled around him. It was late, probably around 2 am.
Egg… Egg had been so sad and.. and hurt these past few weeks. Flame wished he could make Egg feel even the slightest bit, less pain. He wasn’t sure how to do that though. He was the one who killed his best friend, after all.
Flame could only imagine how lonely Egg felt. Flame himself felt empty.
That’s why he was sitting on this cliff edge.
Maybe, just maybe, if he died Egg would feel better in some way? If his friend’s murderer was gone?
Flame wasn’t sure exactly when these thoughts started, but he hated how much they changed him- and how honest they were.
He hated the days he was struck with guilt so bad, he couldn’t leave his base.
He hated the way Egg would look at him when he walked by.
Every reminder of Wemmbu pushing the spear deeper into his heart.
He just couldn’t take it anymore.
He stood up, crying, shaking, gripping the flowers.
“I’m sorry.” He choked out
FlameFrags fell from a high place.
Flamefrags left the game.