As silence set again, the silver-eyed man proceeded to move to his right, letting the girl down on the floor, leaned with her back against a wall. He then stepped away from her, his eyes fixing on the man's figure, into those ever cold eyes. Disgust could be seen on the older man's face as he looked at M-21. But a small spark of interest still shone in his gray eyes when he saw the silver-haired's body growing, fur covering the sides of his torso, his back, cheeks and arms as he pulled out his sharp claws and fangs. That spark grew more, while M-21 ran towards him, claws in front, fangs showing, ready to cut through some flesh, to feel the taste of blood again.
The older man snickered, holding his hands to his back. He could see through all of M-21's attempts in putting him down, avoiding every attack. His moves were smooth. His steps were well calculated. Swiftingly avoiding another attack, his skin wrinkled as a smirk appeared on his scarred face.
"You are not strong enough for this."
The gray-eyed lifted his right hand in the air. With one move, M-21's left arm started bleeding, a deep vertical cut making itself visible from his shoulder down to the elbow. His wound was throbbing. He backed away, glancing for a brief moment at his arm, at the small blackish veins that throbbed around the cut, the adrenaline rush making his body tense. But he still wanted to try to attack again.
"M-21!!!"
However, a pained, shaky voice made him stop. His adrenaline rush faded away, leaving his heart thump fast in his chest as he turned his head for a second only to look at the girl. He could've heard the panic and worriness in her voice, the fright shimmering in her teary eyes. But the next moment, his head turned back towards the man before him.
"You yelled the same way when you last saw him, am I right..." he spoke as he smirked, "...D-0?"
Her eyes widened. She unconsciously glued her back more to the wall behind her, as her eyes shone in old fear and desperation, her body freezing from the elder man's gaze. It was cold. Her limbs froze, her chest became numb, as a gasp left her mouth. Soon, his gaze moved towards the silver-haired.
"What happened, M-21?" his cold, mocking voice rang in the hall, "Are you protecting her?"
No.
"You didn't come here for her...that's for sure." he continued. "You were so eager to leave her..."
...yes.
"So why? Why would you come all the way here for? Why would you even bother?"
Countless words and thoughts passed through M-21's mind. He fixed his eyes on the elder, holding an unjustified anger within him, that could be seen in his diminished pupils. But for a brief moment, he moved his gaze upon D-0, with no change in his expression. Blank. Unfazed.
Yet worried.
Without a second thought, he launched himself from his spot straight towards the gray-haired man, with his claws ready. Stab wounds. Pulling his intestins out. Marks on his stretched skin. There were so many options from which he could choose.
"I know you don't talk too much, but this is ridiculous..." the elder mouthed as he dodged M-21's attack, "Perhaps...I said something that bothered you."
His attempts became reckless after he heard the man speak. And it didn't take long before he found himself grabbed by his left hand and thrown into a wall, leaving the shape of his body impregnated on it as he slid down with his back leaned against it.
The young girl watched in horror at the two men before her. Her heart thumped hard in her chest as her eyes caught sight of M-21's unmoving body. A sudden pain more overwhelming than the one she felt already, washed over her. She could feel a terrible headache, a hard pounding in the back of her head, her left wrist throbbing and the skin from her shoulder down to her elbow burning. Sour tears filled D-0's eyes, rolling down her round and dried cheeks. Her body flinched once, then twice, a muffled sob leaving her mouth unwillingly.
"It doesn't matter though..." the older man scoffed. "There won't be any escape for you either way."
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Melted Flowers, Melted Friendships
Fanfiction"Trees burn and fall behind me, As people scream and run for their lives. Their blood runs cold on the concrete, Shallow rivers painting the grass red. But I am untouched; I can only look At the scenery catching on fire, At the ones that burn along...
