56 - [Voice]

[asymmetriphobic]

[Kid's breathing sounds labored. He coughs something wet. Then pounding as he knocks on a door, and when he speaks, his voice comes out monotone and forced.]

Nill. Angel. Nill. Angel...

[He coughs again. His communicator soon starts slamming against the door. Sense? What is that? He just falls in the hallway, his back hitting the wall with a dull

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[roseraiebleue]

[heinesangel]

[Nill has been a trembling, shivering mess in the confines of her own kitchen even now. She's cold, tired and sore... her eyes red and puffy from crying continuously out of pure fright.

When Kid pounds on the door, she lets out a terrible squeak of alarm from her lack of voice and outright ignores it, covering up her ears. But his coughing and the sound of his voice filter through, slipping through the loose fingertips and causing her to look back at her communicator sitting halfway across the floor.]

.....

[She starts to crawl slowly toward it, reaching her hand out until the slamming begins again. The girl cowers against the floor, covering her head. Stop. Please stop... Kid...]

[asymmetriphobic]

[No more pounding. Kid doesn't have the strength to... so if anything, he'll just wait in this hallway, a gun lying by either hand, completely empty.

He coughs again, then sighs. His voice seems to gurgle the dark liquid, but he speaks anyway.]

A-Angel... Nill...

[And a new word.]

Please...

[heinesangel]

[Nill pushed herself up slowly, her arms trembling along with her wings. She looked down at the communicator, thinking... Did she dare to see what was on the other side of that door? That scared her too.

... But Kid was calling for her, and something sounded wrong. Very wrong.

It would seem like ages before the girl finally mustered the strength to literally crawl her way over to the door, reaching her hand up to twist the knob above and peeking cautiously out as it opened a crack.]

...!!

[Once she saw him, her eyes widened and her lack of voice let out a broken scream while her hands quickly drifted up to her face. A ghost of what could have been.]

[asymmetriphobic]

[Kid's head lolled to the side, eyes barely opening underneath the curtain of hair matted in blood on his forehead. A cut somewhere on his head was still bleeding, as were around five or so bullet wounds. His back, swollen and raw beneath the shredded layer of jacket and thin shirt, ached against the wood...

But the sight of Nill brought him to an odd euphoric height... before that expression dragged him into the deepest, coldest pits of despair. How dare he cause such a dark expression to form? This was an awful situation to be in, yet he froze and a small, tired smile formed. Slowly, things came to mind, muddled and disorganized and far from symmetrical but Kid didn't mind at all. He just spoke softly.]

I didn't mean to scare you.

[The insanity hadn't left, but Kid could feel it dancing in the corner of his mind. It was enough to push away, with most of his thoughts.]

I'm sorry.

I'm... very tired.