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Razor winced. His entire body hurt from fighting this guy.
Kraven the Hunter, what a dick.
He had decided Razor was a better hunter and had been hunting him throughout Mondstadt city for months now to find out who was better.
He had been putting people in danger.
Finally, Razor had a hold of him.
His hands around his neck, holding him down against the floor as the rain hit him.
He was panting, and he was fairly sure there was blood on the inside of his mask.
"What's wrong? Got a bit hurt, wolf-spider?"
"Shut up."
Kraven laughed and struggled to be let free. Razor sighed and tied him down with electric webs, his own design. They jumped around at first and worked like a tazer, but Razor could concentrate them into streams of electricity that worked like rope.
It was helpful, especially when he wanted to see a bad guy squirm and suffer like this one.
He got up and sighed, catching his breath.
Jesus, today was hard.
He thought he had a cracked rib.
He groaned, and when Kraven began speaking again, he glared at him, his expressive lenses narrowing.
"I've set a trap, I hope you know."
"Where? You lost already, tell."
A demonic smile appeared on the hunter's face, and Razor frowned.
"Right here."
"What?"
"Ra- I mean, Wolf Spider!"
Razor jumped and spun around.
Bennett climbed over the side of the building, from a ladder.
What?
"Bennett?"
He was smiling.
"God, you're okay! Good! Oh, you got him! Yeah! You did it!"
Razor had a bad feeling.
His senses were going wild.
This was wrong. This was oh so wrong.
He held a hand out desperately.
"Stop! Stop where you are!"
Bennett frowned and did, stepping back a little.
A little too far.
He tripped on a wire.
One of Kraven's.
He screamed, and Razor gasped. Everything was too loud.
Bennett's feet slipped and he was falling.
Bennett was falling, over the side of the building. The fear in his expression as he glanced at Razor physically hurt.
He disappeared.
Razor threw himself from the building after him, desperately trying to catch up. The wind blew against him, pelting his face with rain.
He felt like he was moving in slow motion.
He saw him. He saw Bennett, reaching for him. He saw the fear in his eyes, the genuine terror he never ever saw on Bennett's face.
He saw the ground growing closer and closer and he saw Bennett realising and beginning to lose hope and close his eyes and
Shit shit shit SHIT.
He shot a web, a wild course of electricity reaching for hope, for his last chance.
It got to Bennett and he concentrated it.
Please please please please.
He caught himself, jolting and nearly tearing his own arm out of its socket.
He shouted and connected the webs, sliding down and reaching the floor.
Reaching Bennett, slouched backwards, lifted off of the ground by only a web.
His eyes were closed.
Razor couldn't breathe.
He tore his mask off and ran over, his hands going to Bennett's face.
He wasn't breathing.
He wasn't moving.
He wasn't...
Razor screamed, louder than he ever had before.
He cradled Bennett's face in his hands and disconnected the web, kneeling and holding him close.
"Bennett. Bennett, please. Please. Bennett, I love you. I love you so much, please open your eyes. Please."
He wasn't even crying. He couldn't manage it. All he could manage was begging, praying to gods that weren't watching.
"Please wake up, please. I can't do this. I can't. I caught you, why..."
Bennett was unconscious, his eyes closed and his lips parted and dark red blood seeping from his blond head.
Razor tried to hold it, to hold the injury as if it would do anything, as if it would help him survive, but nothing he could do could save him.
There was no cure for death.
He bowed his head and held Bennett close, held the only person he had left as close as possible.
"I can't. I can't. I can't let you go, I can't. Please. Please, Bennett, just-" his voice cracked and tears finally fell, meeting the rain on Bennett's face.
"Please don't do this. Please."
He sobbed and squeezed Bennett's hand, like they always had. Like Bennett did when Razor got overwhelmed, like Razor did when Bennett got excited. When they wanted attention or they wanted to give it, when they wanted to ask to leave or wanted to ask to stay just a bit longer.
He squeezed and squeezed and Bennett didn't squeeze back.
He didn't breathe, he didn't speak, and he didn't start living again.
Razor screamed again, and he heard sirens.
Police, ambulance, whoever.
It didn't matter anymore.
Nothing did.
He sobbed and sobbed and kissed Bennett's cheek. He kissed his cheek and his forehead and his hair and his hands and he begged, begged for something that couldn't happen.
Something he knew could never happen.
He begged for death to look the other way this time, but no.
No, it stared him in the face and stole his last string of hope from under him.
He wanted to stay forever. He wanted to sit here with Bennett and cry his name and beg until he couldn't beg any more, but he heard footsteps trudging towards him in the rain. Police.
He kissed Bennett's forehead one last time, his tears falling onto his face, and pulled his mask on.
He stared, looking at Bennett's face for the last time, and got up, lying him down gently on the floor.
He didn't want to leave, but there was a light on him and someone was shouting and he needed to go.
He stared at the body, at the limp body of the boy he loved, and shot a web towards a building nearby.
He disappeared into the night, and the police shouted and shone their lights.
They found the body and called the ambulance, but there was nothing that could be done.
No way to save him.
Nothing.
Razor got home and sat down on the sofa.
Andrius's dogs came to comfort him, and he just stared at them.
Numb.
They only served as a reminder.
A reminder that he had now lost everything.
Andrius, Lisa, Cyno, and now...
He broke down sobbing again, burying his head in his hands.
He couldn't do this.
How could he keep being wolf spider when all of this...
Everything bad was because he became this.
Because he got bitten.
Because he was the unlucky one.
He exhausted himself until he passed out on the sofa, his ribs in excruciating pain.
He didn't care.
At least it proved he was the only one left.