[ backdated to week 14, day 5 | video]
[The feed cuts on as the Hitomi hits the floor. It's indoors, that much is for certain, and the black leather pants you all get a nice view of step hurriedly to what might be a makeshift bed. Mello drops to his knees, though from the angle of the feed his face still isn't visible, and he stares at the figure on the bed. Not much can be seen so far
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She smells blood far off.
She couldn't help herself but follow the scent. It's probably nothing, a wounded refugee, and she still promises herself that it'll be better for her to takes Matt's blood only. If she goes after anyone else it'll be pointing a big fat trail to her.
But even so, she is still following the scent.
A scent that is leading her to a very familiar room.
What the fuck?
She sees the body, but she doesn't recognize at first because of so much blood and the broken bones it has -
oh god.
oh god oh god.
She sees that striped shirt.
Jessica has pulled that shirt off of Matt's body many times to know that shirt.
Now she's not so drawn to the scent anymore.]
Oh my God!
[She doesn't even try to lower her voice, the shrill, horrified, already grief-stricken voice.]
Oh my God! Matt!
[She runs toward the body in a blur, instantly cradling Matt into her arms. She touches Matt's face. His cold face.]
Oh god! Oh god! [And immediately she holds up one of her wrists and nearly tears it off. Dark blood pours out of her veins and onto Matt's face.]
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There's an apathetic sort of curiosity in him as he watches her and wonders what she's trying to do. But he doesn't ask, can't bring himself to.
There's nothing.]
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C'mon, Matt, please, please, please, you'll be okay, alright . . . ?
[She's not aware that she's making hushed whispers.
She doesn't care.
She's waiting for the wounds to heal.]
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He's dead, J.
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Oh god.
The wounds are not going to heal.
And M's there, why didn't she notice him gone?]
No, it's the V, it can heal anything.
Just give it time.
[The wounds are not going to heal.
She tightens her hold on Matt.]
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...and?
...
Nothing.
This is reality, isn't it? He really wishes it wasn't. But there's nothing he can do (too many times, way too many times-) so he leaves her to it. Who is he to stop her desperate efforts? Even if they won't change a damn thing.]
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Matt's gone.
Dead.
Like he supposed to be.]
Oh, god.
[What can she do about it?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Jessica knows this. She knew it but denies it, again and again, buries the truth beneath her anger, beneath her hate. But like Matt's slight body, everything has shattered. Broken and ripped apart.
Not even caring that everybody in the world can hear her, she starts to cry, moans giving the undercurrent of her grief. She rocks back and forth, holding on to the dead body in her cold, dead hands. Jessica closes her eyes and tears of blood starts to pour down her face, the tears of a vampire. Shoulders shake and the world stays still.
She puts her forehead against Matt's own.]
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Mello turns from the scene, and after the eternity that takes, his hand steadies him against the doorframe. It's not that he doesn't have a place in this scene, but just outside of that void, empty feeling he's bone-weary, tired of keeping on, tired of keeping himself together. Even the bitterness isn't enough fuel, the spite, the anger, none of them reach him anymore.
He wants to go.]
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On this bed, they made it warm.
Jessica cradles his cold head, seeing that lovely, sweet face. His lips always had a natural lift to them, as though he's smiling at a joke no one will get. But Jessica doesn't see that smile. It's as blank as a flat line on one of those screens you see in hospitals, measuring the heart beat.
Now Jessica has seen, through the red, hazy vision of blood tears, the other wounds on Matt's body. Broken bones. Terrible gashes. Blood everywhere.]
Who did this?
[The question first came out as a warbled, terrible whisper, hitching up.]
Who did this?
[The second time it was more loud, more clear, but had a growl to it. She turns around and faces M, her own face streaked with the tears of blood falling on her face. Combined with her bloody fangs and teeth, she can easily be mistaken for a demon in a dress.]
Who did this?
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I don't know.
[And that's what he hates the most.]
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How could this happen?! Just several hours ago he was fine! He told me that he got some powers by accident and is going to try it out!
[At this point, she assumed that Matt gave M the lowdown on everything. They're best friends after all.]
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[Mello had not known. He didn't have so much as the hint of an idea. Matt? Powers? What the fuck is going on here? Why didn't he tell me?!]
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You mean, you didn't know?
[What is going on between M and Matt? Is it because M doesn't remember anything of this place? But that doesn't make any sense. Belatedly she wipes the blood off her face but only manages to smear it all over her.]
Matt told me just today that he got some power by accident. Like, he can turn into a dragon now, or any animal he touches.
[She turns back to Matt and rubs his cheek with the palm of her hand. It's so cold. People often tell her that when people are dead, they look serene. Matt doesn't look serene or calm at all. He looks dead, expressionless.]
He said that he never wanted it. He didn't even like it.
[Though a correction has to be made when she thinks back on her flib.] Though he never said he'll try it again later, I assumed that was he was going to do after I left to get some things.
[She drags his body closer. It must be a macabre sight, a vampire with blood dripping down her eyes and fangs holding a bloodied corpse.]
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And no. He didn't tell me.
[Now it's too late. Too late for telling, too late for saving. For anything. He's not sure if he can forgive that, himself and Matt both.]
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[She stares long and hard at the man, studying his face closely. She knows how it feels to be out of the loop of things, when people are not bothering to tell her worth shit on what to do with her new life while telling her what not to do, whether it's right or not.]
I know you and Matt are best friends. I know that both of you went through a lot. But please, don't be upset at Matt for not telling you.
[She quickly amends -] No. I said that badly.
Do be upset with him. But please don't think you can't forgive him for not telling you this. He hadn't told me either for the longest time. He didn't even tell me right off the bat that he's dead back in his home right up until he saw me chatting up with Light.
Please, M.
Don't think you can't forgive Matt.
[She strokes Matt's hair, still cradling him like he is the precious thing int the world. And he is to Jessica.]
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...he died? And then wound up here? And why the fuck is she talking about him like any of this shit still matters? For a long, long moment he stares at her, pain and grief and confusion evident in his eyes before his hands turn into tight fists at his sides as he averts his gaze.
That, that hurts even more. It makes a hypocrite out of him, he knows, seeing as he hasn't been able to tell Matt anything himself. There was just no time with panic and shit hitting the fan and zombies and monsters but how could he not tell me?
The tension is clear in his posture, to the point where he visibly trembles. But he grits his teeth and says nothing, because really, what is there left to say?]
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