TW: BLOOD, FATAL INJURY
Unus let out a scream vaguely resembling his friend's name when the blade jerked upwards. A deep red stream flooded his shirt, and he fell sideways. His head hit the floor, and a pool of blood was quickly forming underneath him.
He forgot about the fight, kneeling down next to Annus so fast he scraped his knees. He held his head up, in a futile attempt to stop the blood flow. He felt tears well up in his eyes. What was he supposed to do in a situation like this? Annus had been there for him ever since he ended up in this hell, and now he was almost gone.
»The casket!« Darks voice barked, coming to him like through thick fog. He grabbed the pendant, opening it and pouring it's contents on Annus's lips.
The blood flow ebbed, and an airy sigh escaped Annus's lips.
Unus got up, holding the pendant out like a priest holding his rosary during an exorcism.
»Marvin!« He yelled, his voice coarse with anger. »I know you can hear me, so come on! You're stronger than him! You made these for us, remember?« He swung the empty pendant around.
Anti threw his head back and howled with laughter. He pressed two fingers into the voice on his neck. »Your puny mage could never survive something like this.« He pushed deeper. »Marvin is dead and gone.«
Images of the golden ceiling flashed before Unus's inner eye. He knew all too well what memory was connected to that image. He rolled to the side, leaping over Annus's body. Seconds later, a bookshelf crashed to the ground where he had stood, creating a deep crack in the tiles of the floor.
For now, Anti seemed to focus on him, but his movements were unpredictable. Unus tried to look for Dark, but he was nowhere to be found.
He prepared for the next attack when he realized that Anti didn't move anymore. The spasms had stopped. His mouth hung open, and he grabbed for something behind his back. He fell forward, and Unus could see a golden tomahawk sticking out of his back before he vanished through a portal on the ground.
Dark stood in his place, picking up the weapon. »There's too much stuff in this room,« he said nonchalantly, wiping the dark blood of the blade.
»I wouldn't stay here if I were you,« he said, strolling past Unus and walking through the portal back to Mark's house.
Suddenly, the room was quiet. Annus's breathing had reduced to a barely existing whistle. He looked around, his eyes moving from smashed books over puddles of blood to the knife on the ground.
Telling his mind to process all of this later, he carefully hoisted Annus up and dragged him back through the portal.
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In Memoriam - An Unus Annus Fanfiction
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