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He didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t know why Vikk screamed bloody-murder. He didn’t know why he saw a bloodied sword square in H’s chest. But he ran.
Quig was running. He didn't dare look back, he just kept going. His breaths came out in short and shallow gasps, as he sprinted away from the building the Orange Ocelots were currently occupying.
He only caught a glimpse of his teammates, but that one quick look stuck in his head, forever.
The iron blade that stuck through HBomb's chest, his body sat up, lifeless, against one of the walls, blood spilling from his deep wound. His once bright-blue eyes no longer holding any shine.
Vikk, who screamed at him to run, who broke a window in order for him to escape. And Quig did, but Vikk...wasn't so lucky. Quig could only hear a blood-curdling scream from the man who had helped him, before...nothing. Nothing at all.
He knew he was following him. God forbid he dies by the hands of that certain, fucking slime. But he didn't dare look back, he just kept running. Until he ran into a dead end.
"Shit..." he muttered under his breath, sprinting into an empty building, looking for something, anything, that could protect him from that insane man, that was once his teammate.
He didn't have a lot of time, and Quig knew that.
He spotted a few chests in a bedroom, and hurriedly opened them. Only a splash potion of harming, and an iron axe. But to Quig, that was enough for him to make an escape if he had to.
He looked around frantically, trying to find a hiding spot.
Where, where, where the fuck can I hide?!-
His mind clicked, and he pushed a wardrobe out of the way, before closing himself into a corner. He stood deathly still, holding the weapon close to him. And it was awfully heavy, yet he didn't dare move.
He heard footsteps enter the room.
"Come on, Ryan! It's not that bad!" his breathing hitched at that voice, that goddamned voice, as it sang to him. He hated people calling him by his real name, and hearing this psychopath say it was nerve-racking.
He heard an iron sword unsheathe. Quig didn't move an inch.
He pressed himself against the wall, one hand covering his mouth, the other gripping the iron axe. He heard Pete clearing out the room, and Quig closed his eyes.
Scott...please, for the love of fucking God, don't let me get killed...
Please...please, please, please-
"Aha, I know! You're in the wardrobe, aren't you?"
Quig's heart stopped, and his body went cold.
No...nononono, no, no, no!
He heard the wardrobe door open, and Quig winced as he heard the piece of wood hit the wall, hard.
"Oh, not in here, huh?"
Quig's heart slowed down a bit.
An idea suddenly popped into his head, and he questioned it. It was risky, but he did have that splash potion.
But did he have anything else?-
The axe! He thought, I could use the axe to break the window!
He mustered up all of his strength, and he screamed,
"Get me the fuck out, you bitch!"
He shoved the wardrobe with all of the remaining strength he had, and successfully knocked it over, however, Pete was standing on the other side of the room, and Quig's heart sank.
Almost immediately, the slime-hybrid lunged at him, and Quig blocked his attack with his axe, gritting his teeth.
He pushed the man away from him, throwing the splash potion of harming at his 'former' teammate, and a cry of pain was heard from him, yet Quig paid no mind.
He charged at the window, the glass shattering around him, shards digging into his skin. He fell onto the hard concrete ground, giving a scream of pain as it shot through his body.
His legs were shaky and battered from the impact, but he pushed forward, sprinting away from the building.
Please, please, please, please, please-
...let me make it out alive.