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WHAT HAVE YOU BECOME
cw: major character death, suicide ending? (it's Minecraft but he can't leave the server and go to a new one until he loses his final life. he's not actually dying but he thinks he is. It's 3rd Life)
For a moment, the only sound in the forest clearing was Ren’s heavy panting. Bright red blood dripped from his sword. His mouth was in a similar state, crimson staining his fangs. He wasn’t sure why he bit him. It wasn’t a very honorable thing to do. The fight was supposed to be honorable…
His chest heaved. Martyn’s still form laid on the ground in front of him. His Hand had fought well, but alas, there could be only one winner. Instincts had overtaken the Red King in the end, the desire to live, to <em>win,</em> too strong to beat. The sword slipped from his hands. He tried to spit the metallic taste out of his mouth.
“What have I done…”
After everything they’d gone through, there could only be one winner. The nights they’d spent together were cast aside in favor of a duel to the death. The cold that settled into his bones when he’d come back as the Red King now froze the blood in his veins.
He collapsed next to his Hand’s corpse, grasping his quickly cooling hand and threading their fingers together. With his other hand, he closes Martyn’s eyes. He deserved a peaceful rest. A tense breath shuddered through his lungs. He should have cried; he should have felt despair.
Instead he felt numb.
It was so silent now.
There was only one thing left for him to do now.
He felt the heavy weight of ghost eyes on his back. Ren turned around and picked up his sword. He angled it so the pommel rested on the grass and the blade pointed towards his chest. Now all that was left was to fall on it.
As he took his final breath, he swore he felt the familiar embrace of hands on his face. He could see nothing, but he knew that touch. He closed his eyes and leaned into it, seeking the support of his Hand one last time.
There was no pain.
There was no sound.
There was just relief as he slipped into the afterlife, chasing the partner who had left him mere minutes before.
Rendog was free.
This was inspired by the song What Have You Become by the band MNQN ( https://open.spotify.com/track/7nOv.....18b04d6e56414c )
I'm really proud to have finally completed this!! It's been sitting in my WIPs for a year!! And I think it turned out really good too!!! Makes me happy :] The short fic above is context for it. Basically, an alternate timeline where Scar and Grian were defeated by the Red Keep and Martyn and Ren had to duel to see who the winner was instead. Very angsty, very tragic. I just think it's neat.
For a moment, the only sound in the forest clearing was Ren’s heavy panting. Bright red blood dripped from his sword. His mouth was in a similar state, crimson staining his fangs. He wasn’t sure why he bit him. It wasn’t a very honorable thing to do. The fight was supposed to be honorable…
His chest heaved. Martyn’s still form laid on the ground in front of him. His Hand had fought well, but alas, there could be only one winner. Instincts had overtaken the Red King in the end, the desire to live, to <em>win,</em> too strong to beat. The sword slipped from his hands. He tried to spit the metallic taste out of his mouth.
“What have I done…”
After everything they’d gone through, there could only be one winner. The nights they’d spent together were cast aside in favor of a duel to the death. The cold that settled into his bones when he’d come back as the Red King now froze the blood in his veins.
He collapsed next to his Hand’s corpse, grasping his quickly cooling hand and threading their fingers together. With his other hand, he closes Martyn’s eyes. He deserved a peaceful rest. A tense breath shuddered through his lungs. He should have cried; he should have felt despair.
Instead he felt numb.
It was so silent now.
There was only one thing left for him to do now.
He felt the heavy weight of ghost eyes on his back. Ren turned around and picked up his sword. He angled it so the pommel rested on the grass and the blade pointed towards his chest. Now all that was left was to fall on it.
As he took his final breath, he swore he felt the familiar embrace of hands on his face. He could see nothing, but he knew that touch. He closed his eyes and leaned into it, seeking the support of his Hand one last time.
There was no pain.
There was no sound.
There was just relief as he slipped into the afterlife, chasing the partner who had left him mere minutes before.
Rendog was free.
This was inspired by the song What Have You Become by the band MNQN ( https://open.spotify.com/track/7nOv.....18b04d6e56414c )
I'm really proud to have finally completed this!! It's been sitting in my WIPs for a year!! And I think it turned out really good too!!! Makes me happy :] The short fic above is context for it. Basically, an alternate timeline where Scar and Grian were defeated by the Red Keep and Martyn and Ren had to duel to see who the winner was instead. Very angsty, very tragic. I just think it's neat.
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