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Darkness. This was the only thing Dark Pit could see; his entire body, bound by Dharkon’s black magic, was frozen in place. Sometimes, though not for long, he could feel the wind rush past him as the lord of Chaos pulled the strings on his body. Very occasionally, he could hear the wind; it would sound like words at times (Dark Pit figured this was him going insane). Dark Pit sighed, feeling an ounce of his remaining hope slip out. At least Pit was safe, even if nobody could save himself, his original had much more to live for than he did.
“...oo..” There was the wind again.
He felt his body walk on solid ground, a cracked stone road was what the dark angel assumed he was being dragged around. The body stopped dead in its tracks, this caught the attention of the Dark Pit.
“Pi… oo…?”
Why did that noise bother him so much, why did it have to sound like someone he KNEW?!
“Pittoo! Can you hear me!?”
Dark Pit shot upright, was that… Right on queue, a ball of light shimmered in front of him. This must have been his chance; he mustered up the strength to fight the darkness once again, reaching for the spec of glowing hope in front of him. He screamed, feeling Dharkon’s grip on the boy tighten, the strangling intensified with every inch closer his hand could reach. Dark Pit prepared a final all or nothing push for the light, knowing he could lose himself forever should he fail. He couldn’t even hear any noise of conflict that was taking place, his teary eyes were purely fixated on the dot. With one last cry of Pit’s name, he made the leap.
He caught it. Breaking free of his chains, after what felt like an eternity, resisting the curse.
When Dark Pit opened his eyes, the light had expanded. It revealed a platform of stone; he smirked, observing his correct guess, though that was no important. No. It wasn’t important at all compared to seeing Pit once again. As much as Pit annoyed Dark Pit, he knew he couldn’t be himself without the other; like twins, despite not being siblings.
Pit stared at the suddenly motionless body of his friend, he was unable to see the real Pittoo, but he knew he was close to freeing him. “Pittoo you…” He dropped his bow and ran to him, “PITTOO!” Pit latched onto Dark Pit; he had been gone for so long that the angel was losing his trademarked optimism, thinking he lost the other for good.
The dark angel wanted to hug back, but his body stayed motionless. Dark Pit still had minimal control. He wanted so badly to apologise for being such an ass to the other, to everyone; he regretted being so cold to people who only wanted him happy. Being alone for so long finally showed him how much he actually cared.
“P… Pit…” The body could only produce a mere fraction of the words going through the captive one’s head. Dark Pit was yanked out of the good moment when he felt his right arm move on its own. Out of the corner of Dark Pit’s eye the shimmer of his Silver bow was brought into view, split into two and held by a cold-blooded fist.
No, not this, not now..!
The dark angel screamed, begged, for his body to not go through with this. He tried to bargain his soul, his life, so that it would stop as his world turned into a horrific slow motion sequence; forced to watch his naive friend’s last mistake as all of his senses tunnelled towards it.
Out of the blue, multiple screams uproared and something pulled Pit away. Without a moment to react, something kicked Dark Pit’s body in the stomach and sent him flying; his vision faded in an instant as he felt his back and head hit a wall. Sounds and textures around him began to fade; the last thing he could sense, was being softly picked up, before the angel lost consciousness completely.
Did he kill Pit?