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{In Progress} It's those little things that kill.

Feb 22, 2008 16:54

Who; Near [veiled_veracity], Viktor [meekmagnolia], Matt [technopathetic] & Mello [incendo_crux]
What; A flower and a marshmallow try their best to save the day!
Where; Downtown - the shopping district.
When; Shortly after this.
Warnings; Fbomb showers, occasional bouts of gay, death and destruction - a normal day in the city of Tano, right?

( It wasn't so different, the second time around. )

matt, viktor, near, mello

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veiled_varacity February 23 2008, 00:25:31 UTC

Near was hastly making his way towards the location where Matt and Mello should have been laying, Viktor in tow behind him. It had been a long walk from where Near'd been hiding and he'd picked up the flower boy on the way.

From the sound of Mello's voice he'd been in critical condition - the background sounds of hacking and blood weren't the best indications either.

"We must hurry." He stated sternly to the boy.

As Mello and Matt came into view, Near's assumptions of the worst had come true.

meekmagnolia February 23 2008, 00:52:43 UTC

"A-Ah..." Viktor's expression was blank, though his cheeks were slightly flushed from hurrying along after the white-clad boy. "Yes..." He finished quietly, nodding. He had never been a particularity fit boy, so the running was starting to take it's toll on him, especially with the container in his hands.

Near hadn't specified what kind of 'pain' one of the two boys were going through, so he simply brewed a willow bark tea. With his new powers, it would probably be strong enough to heal whatever had been broken anyway.

A flicker of emotion passed over his face as he saw (who he assumed to be) Mello lying on the ground, definitely badly hurt. He felt his eyes widen and he nearly dropped the thermos in his arms as he saw the blood, burns, and Mello's arm. He didn't know the other boy nearby, or why they had been fighting, but he would do his best to help.

"W-Who...needs this?" He glanced down at Near beside him, holding up the thermos, voice quiet even in a horrible situation such as this.

incendo_crux February 23 2008, 01:27:51 UTC

Mello's eyes snapped open at the hushed sound of voices, ink-black gaze narrowing at the accompanying clatter of footsteps. Oddly enough, he'd resigned himself to death, not wanting Near to fulfill the role of a savior. It wasn't a fitting part for the brat to play, a machine of justice, detached and cold, had no business in preserving the life of a criminal. Mello'd initiated a fight with every intention of living through his opponent, wanting nothing more than a rush. Thrills were cheap, however, and never lasted long.

A pool of crusted-over red grew stagnant under his right arm, charred-black skin peeled off his left, and Mello couldn't help but smile, vicious and sharp.

Some people lived by trying to end their lives, and Mello had succeeded.

"I sure as hell don't." A snarl singed the air, resounded through the wasteland he'd created, "If anything at all, you should waste your time on my goddamned opponent. He won't make it without your help."

Let that fucking bastard live with the pain that he's wrought.

veiled_varacity February 23 2008, 02:49:39 UTC

Mello's retort was ignored, and slightly unexpected. Near would have suspected that he would've passed out from blood loss, but Mello seemed to contradict his assumption. A glance was cast in Matt's direction, the boy a bundle of misplaced limbs and red. There was no noise from him - thus, he was either knocked out or dead ( ... )

incendo_crux February 23 2008, 03:20:43 UTC

"Have I ever needed a reason?"

His voice cracked, chipped away to pieces, and Mello hated the way it grated against his ears, placing him in a position of weakness. With a shove a resistance, he pushed away from the pile of rubble that supported him, and forced himself into an upright sitting position, spine perfect and ramrod straight. He'd always been one to dominate the scene, seated or not, and he wouldn't allow Near to tower over him, especially in the face of death.

Teeth sinking into the flesh of his lower lip, Mello glared daggers at Near, only bothering to spare one quick glance at the boy who accompanied him. Viktor, Mello assumed, there was no one else with an extensive knowledge of medicinal herbs. But he wasn't of concern at the moment, was dismissed without a second thought.

"I guess I wanted to feel something ( ... )

meekmagnolia February 23 2008, 03:55:31 UTC

Monitor Matt's pain. Dim the pain. Fix the burns with the aloe.Near's orders were easily understood and followed. If he was able to help out in some way, he would feel much better about this whole predicament, but Mello's anger made him freeze in his tracks a bit ( ... )

veiled_varacity February 23 2008, 04:07:39 UTC

"Matt will not die, you can rest assured of this."

Unconsciously a finger raised to his hair, pulling a strand of silver taut. The fire that burned in Mello's eyes was insane and pained; Near almost pitied him when he said that he'd wanted to feel.

That's right...You can't.

His attention was stolen away for a moment as the plant was held out, Viktor offering it to him to use. With a nod he moved over, taking it carefully in his hands before returning to Mello's side, the scowl on the scarred boy's face most unattractive.

Mello was stubborn, even in this state he was still being defiant, sitting upright and snarling.

"Please lie down."

The only way he could have a chance to even help Mello was if he was laying back.

incendo_crux February 23 2008, 06:41:27 UTC

"There's no point ( ... )

veiled_varacity February 24 2008, 23:46:50 UTC

"Then neither shall I."

Something akin to a sigh was expelled from Near as he stared down at the half upright, burned body, setting the plant down. Mello was too prideful to ever accept help from anyone, Near especially.

Why should now be any different?

He did not move any closer, nor did he stray away from Mello, his gaze hollow. Mello was no longer Mello - all that was left of his humanity had been stolen away from him. All that remained was a charred, feral animal, still clinging to it's desperate life no matter what.

Wordlessly he sat down, close but not so that Mello could reach out and touch him - he was still too far away for that.

"Matt will not die. However, you will."

Inky eyes never left Mello's scarred face, finger embedded within a head of white curls.

"If it is only 5 minutes that you have left, then Matt can surely wait."

technopathetic February 24 2008, 23:59:48 UTC

It was a funny feeling, to wake up from being knocked out and not being sure if you were really alive because it hurt so. Fucking. Much. Even with the small amount of tea that Viktor had forced down him and the aloe sap and whatever the fuck there was, the fact still remained that the remains of his scorched-to-the-bone shoulder still hurt like a motherfucking bitch. Maybe just being unconscious would have been better ( ... )

meekmagnolia February 25 2008, 00:16:14 UTC

What? Mello was going to die? He couldn't allow something like that to happen...but did he have a plant that could stop someone from death? What could he do...?

Viktor jumped up a bit as Matt awakened, snapped out of his thoughts--he hadn't expected that and was caught off-guard. Being shoved away didn't make him feel too bad, he had never met the boy before now of course--but he shouldn't have been moving around so quickly. His wounds weren't completely healed yet after all.

"Um...sir please take it e-easy..." He mumbled, holding up his hands. He glanced down before looking over at Near and Mello nearby. What had Matt meant by 'kiss'? Did it have something to do with Near's own power? Why had he needed his own help then? Perhaps it had limits...?

"I-If Mello is...t-truly going to d-die..." Viktor's words were strained as he tried to voice his thoughts by himself, but they simply came out on their own freely.

"Please do your best to heal him Near..."

incendo_crux February 25 2008, 01:23:37 UTC

Too fuckin' late ( ... )

technopathetic February 25 2008, 01:40:02 UTC

It was like watching one of those old reel-of-film movies, the way everything flickered and fuzzed over with static and the sound quality was crap and it was hard to believe that you were really seeing anything - hard to believe that this was real. Matt couldn't stop smiling, lips curved up in a twisted imitation of amusement - I always knew I'd end up killing someone one day - as he met the flicker of ink-black eyes for a short moment. Because Mello, even though you don't remember me, you still know with terrible precision that I can't help but listen to what you say ( ... )

incendo_crux February 25 2008, 02:02:41 UTC

It was a split-second reaction, as soon as Mello heard the third click of the lighter (third time's the charm), and the following crackle of flame, he smiled, crooked and broken, knowing that he'd found salvation at last. With an arch of narrow fingers, he bent the fire to his will, drawing it closer, feeding it with the leather of his coat, setting the leather bomber jacket alight without a second thought.

The only way out was to burn.

"Not nearly enough--"

The last of the sentence was drowned out by the hissing spitfire of flame, the size of the fire growing, swallowing Mello's body whole in unceremonious cremation.

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

veiled_varacity February 25 2008, 02:47:40 UTC

There was no time for him to stop the reaction, nor would there have been a point to. Mello had been correct in his statement - There truly wasn't any time left. Near even doubted that if there was time to spare that he'd be able to do anything, Mello had lost too much blood.

The fire that consumed Mello's body glowed a brilliant orange and Near couldn't help but step away from it's intensity, shielding his eyes and nose with a white sleeve.

It was too much to watch so he turned away, leaving Mello's body to turn to ash and soot.

There was nothing he could have done.

Dark, hollow eyes fixed on the other, still alive boy.

There were other, more important issues to deal with rather than watching the bonfire Mello had created with his own body.

meekmagnolia February 25 2008, 03:07:11 UTC

Viktor's eyes had threatened to pop from his head as he shakily got to his feet, stepping away from the burning mess that was now Mello's body. He felt a dull pain in his chest and quickly averted his eyes, closing them tightly as if he could will the entire situation away.

Thoughts failed him, he wasn't able to even think of the words he felt he so desperately wanted to say. Stop it, stop, don't let him die. He hadn't noticed the lone tear rolling down his cheek before feeling another follow closely behind it.

He couldn't remember the last time he had cried, but there could have never been a better situation for it. Witnessing his first, and hopefully last, death. He cried silently, making no noise except for the occasional sniffle.

He didn't understand any of this--none of it. Why would he want to die? He wished he could have asked before this entire thing had happened. He slowly lifted his wrist to brush away the fresh tears rolling down his cheeks, he still had a job to do ( ... )

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