UM Drabble
What Goes Around (270 words)
I should have been here. I should have done something. Now he's near death. And it's all my fault. I run over to Kevin's side and cradle him in my arms. I get blood all over my disguise, but it doesn't matter. Everyone here knows who I am inside. "Kevin..." I whisper. He opens up his eyes, a dim yellow glow looking at me, focussing and unfocussing. "Lor-" he catches himself in time, "W-Warsman..."
"Da." We were never much for words, even when I was training him. His blonde hair is stained with his blood. I've never seen this much blood in the ring before. The sight of blood never really got to me... but seeing it here, and knowing that it's Kevin's... I hold him in my arms and look up at the person in the ring, Comrade Turbinski holds Kevin's arms over his head like a trophy. The dMp logo blazing brightly on his armour. His eyes are alight with victory and madness.
I know that this is my fault. I forced Kevin to use OLAP on him in the Chojin Crown. That move destroyed my fellow Russian Comrade Turbinski and turned him into this - a psycopath hell bent on revenge. Kevin convulses in pain underneath me, his eyes dim slightly. He's going to die. No matter what happens.
"Kevin..." I murmur, "I'm sorry." He closes his eyes. I reach out and snap his neck, causing instant painless death, to stop his suffering. I can hear the horrified gasps of the audience around me, but I ignore them. I've heard them before. I hold Kevin's body to mine, "Comrade... forgive me..."
*JennyRogue*
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