Monstrosities flew through the air in the darkness. The sun had gone out and all that was left were the soulless beasts flying in the air around him, howling in impossible pitches. Mirror-eyed creature, it's pelt pitch black and its' mouth unhinged. An unknown dead thing that whimpered on the floor, never moving but kept getting louder and louder. Humanoid beings, torn into pieces but somehow still able to torment him with their tar-covered tongues. But above all the noise and clamor, it was the rain of blood, falling on him forever with a stabbing tongue.
With a heavy bump, one of the creatures raked their way past him, sending cold knives through his side. Stumbling to the side and falling on his rump with a weak splash, the drenched fox stared blankly ahead of him. The creature stayed there, staring at him in concern. "Hey.... It's alright, you're safe now," "It's not him he can't see but its you seeing him seeing you...."
He whispered at the shade, warning it to leave. The haunt was actually beautiful and not frightening. Its' voice echoed in the darkness, barely audible over the screams and the bloodfall. Safe...? How...How?...
His gaze intensified as he stared hard at the thing as it slowly began to take physical form. Its' fur was a nightsky blue, which glowed and shimmered with a light that was slowly beginning to eat away at the black. Tears began to flow from his crimson eyes as he met the almost familiar sapphiric eyes. An overwhelming sadness gripped his heart as he stared into them. Whispering, he warned it again as tears trailed down his disfigured face. "S-s-sh-hattered glass, cuts on mirrors. Black. Black. Always the black. Leave it alone, don't t-touch it! It'll start screaming, you can't wake them, Alpha will get mad and then there will always be bloody grass! Seventeen eyes, don't look! Don't look! Shadows breathe! S-s-sp-pine severed, won't wake up....""... It's ok now."
His voice fell silent as he heard the warm voice more clearly. The darkness had all but dissipated, and he was back in the decrepit building. Water soaked his fur, revealing painfully thin legs and torso, ribs showing under the ebony fur that clung to his form. His foggy gaze fell to his paws. Rain poured down his head, trickling off of the birds' beak in a steady pitter-patter. The cold water seeped under the skull, stinging the reopened and infected wounds that dominated his face. The clear waters began to turn dark red around him as the blood began to wash off of his matted fur. The wounds he suffered from the hellhound was large upon his shoulder. Deep puncture wounds from her teeth gushed crimson. The slashes on the other side began to reopen. All the pain began to kick in as the adrenaline disappeared. His body shivered hard, shrinking down so hard he felt like each of his shoulder blades were trying to devour the other. Plague whimpered, forlorn and helpless as his lowered gaze returned to the larger vulpine. His lowered head rose slightly, his ears rising faintly at his words. "It's...okay?"
He repeated meekly, as if saying the words would make it come true. The blue foxes' head turned away from him. His heart began to slam in his chest. Will he disappear now? Will he be left alone?"... It's ok,"
He repeated, his gaze returning to the purple-ringed fox. Plague breathed in deeply, realizing the pain in his chest was because his breath had been seized- for how long, he didn't know. "Safe...safe...safe...safe..."
He repeated quietly to himself as his body began to rock back and forth.
Behind the great vulpine, a glaring charred and bloody body slunk and stumbled to the door. Plague could only stare in shock as his mind slowly began to grasp the concept that that thing was once Tysiphone. "You're. Never. Safe."
Uncontrollable shaking began to quake through his body as he heard her last words echo through him.
Kyoyas' strained eyes watched emptily as the golden dragon flew past him, picked up the discarded horn, and threw it out the door at the retreating Tysiphone. He hadn't really seen the dragon there before through the red haze of pure hatred, making him raise his hand to deliver the final blow.
Kyoya rubbed at his skull roughly. The pounding against the walls of his skull was relentless. For a moment, the rams' eyes flickered in emotional fatigue. He gazed down at the shuddering human at his hooves- the same man that had not only infected Johto with the dreaded virus, but had just shown mercy to a crazed maniac that had just tried to brutally murder him.
His teeth clenched against the pain in his head as he rubbed at his long neck in a vain attempt to get rid of it. What will they do with the human now? He has clearly chosen a side...and strangely enough, it wasn't with his beloved pet. Despite how absurdly irrational he had been in begging him to spare the broken canine, he couldn't help but gaze down at him in sorrow.
He felt no rage. No bitterness. Just sorrow and regret, and he couldn't turn it off this time. If only he had been more perceptive and direct in thwarting the stupidity and corruption of his namesake. He had thought he was doing well. Small but crucial parts of any malicious research he had found were removed or changed to make them harmless. Files disappeared. Hard drives were magnetically wiped. Even some of the animal experiments he had managed to smuggle out without anyone noticing. Of course he couldn't do all of this on his own, and when he couldn't, he payed well for someone to do it for him.
He sighed, taking off his glasses and covering his face with his hand. It wasn't enough.
Father still outsmarted me in the end...."I w-w-wa-want to go. Pl-Please I don-don't want to see her ag-again."
Kyoyas' ears perked, his arm falling to his side as his slate gaze rose to the reptile. The fear in his voice was so real, even Kyoya couldn't bar himself from the emotion that rose. "I wa-want to leave..." "She's not coming back, I assure you,"
Levi replied in a smooth, calm voice. "Not like that. She's got a broken leg and at least a few broken ribs. Just don't get near her face and she's harmless."
Kyoya wanted to scoff, but he hadn't the heart to make the Feraligatr feel worse. He knew that special kind of psychopathic personality never gives up their targets. But saying so would send them into panic- and that would all but destroy the entire group.
A glimmer of gold suddenly flashed as the dragons' face was suddenly very close to his. The ram took a step back in reflex, the chilly mask returning to his face as the dragon spat at him."And you? Next time you think it's appropriate to fuck with my prey, I'll gut you. You don't get to swoop in and do all the wise-ass remarks when I just finished doing all the heavy-lifting, Chuckle-Fuck. Word of advice: Do not touch a dragon's shit. Sound good?"
"...What made you think she was your prey?"
He growled at the dragon, stepping back as his nose wrinkled at the dragons' foul breath. "Nobody asked you to butt in, whoever you are. We were fighting her well before you stuck your penny-pinching claws into that mutt."
The ram hissed as he crossed his arms aggressively. "And since you were so happy to be stealing OUR prey, you completely ignored the burning tower! If I hadn't doused the flames, we would all be under two tons of rubble."
Kyoya rolled his eyes as his arm went back up to the side of his head. He was done
with this. He turned his back on him, wading through the sloshing water when he heard a venomous remark come from the corner directed at the whimpering reptile. "Shut up, you fucking infant."
Kyoyas' fur stood on end as he stopped in his tracks. "So now what do we do?"
The irate voice spoke up and burrowed painfully into Kyoyas' ears. "This building's just about done for with the fire. You booted our leader and now her trainer's nothing more than a liability. Who's going to call the shots now?"
There was nothing more he wanted to do at that moment than to tear into that dragon.
Clawing his skull in barely contained disgust, he straightened and put his arms behind his back, and tread to the center of the group, his back to the piece of shit whose vocal cords needed to be gouged out.
"Tysiphone was never our leader. And now that she has been beaten, she won't return. She has been shamed."
He tread towards the bloody Feraligatr, gazing at his wounds then up to his gaze. "Don't scratch at them, friend. We will ease the burning soon."
Kyoyas' tone was distant but reassuring as he nodded at him.
Turning to look at the extent of damage to the structure, he slid his glasses back onto his face. The electro-ball he had used against Ty had plowed a deep hole into the concrete, inadvertently cracking the supporting parts of the structure. The dragon didn't do the building any favors either, as his gaze fell on the hole his' attack had caused. Undoubtedly this annoying, possessive lizard had some real power. His presence rose many questions in the rams' head, but they didn't have the time right now to chat. After a pause, he finally spoke. "Let's try to find another shelter. The sun is bright outside, so we should be able to dry off before nightfall. Anyone that is not wounded, tend to those that fought,"
He turned his icy gaze on the dark dragon, to make sure the bastard knew the biting words were meant for him, before coolly walking away. "We stay together, we live. If you'll come with me, human."
He raised his voice, nodding his head towards the pile of sadness on the floor that was once a Rocket Admin. "We must discuss our options."