Chapter Text
His head felt light from all that moving around, having to dodge every single slash that came from what was once his reliable friend. Tristan could still not shake off the shock from seeing Kyo, the absolute kind and loving woman, the closest thing to what his previous partner was reveal themselves to be a disgusting monster, one that would dissect their friends for nothing but self gain.
The day his memories returned to him, he just knew, Kyo wasn't like him, he was genuine and had interest in bettering the lives of his creations.
Kyo on the other hand…
Stepping aside to dodge another attack to the right, he took the chance to make a hit, positioning his spear to use the sharp edge. Just as Kyo wasn't looking, he thrusted the blade right into her torso.
A few silent moments of shock passed, Tristan quickly pulled the spear back out, and met the blazing anger that was now very visible in the Demon's eyes.
"...I missed."
He silently backed off, before getting thrown onto the ground, air thrown out of his lungs.
Kyo aimed right for his chest and lunged, and ripped right through the right side of his body.
Gasping in pain, Tristan struggled to get up, blood already pooling out around him. Over the static, he could barely hear A2 cry out for help as Kyo's horrifying maniacal laugh echoed throughout the back alley.
Then he felt someone shake him, a voice that was quite familiar but he could not place who it was. Before he could react, 2 gunshots rang throughout the area.
The next few seconds was deathly silent, with Tristan completely blinded by pain from his slash wound. He barely got a look at what was unfolding before him:
He felt his mind freeze as he took in the horrifying sight of Kyo completely death-staring him and someone next to him, blood bleeding out of a gun wound on her neck and the stab wound on her abdomen, her eyes glassy. Her hand reached for her dagger again before a flash of crimson blocked his vision, and when he could barely see anything again, all he saw was ash, and Rae with her scythe. He hated seeing her so tired, as he barely saw that her chest was heaving and her posture was like as if she was about to collapse right then and there.
Tristan tried to reach out, but a jolt of pain made him let out a groan. A warm hand slowly lowered him back onto the concrete ground, all the sounds were muffled for him, but he could barely make out Rae’s words.
All he remembered next was a mix of sensations as he was lifted up and taken somewhere.