DOOM SAGA I - I'll be home tomorrow

Isaiah 53:2-6

The Fortress

He was now sitting there for an hour, staring at his fists. He had not been near her in the morning, hadn't come to help her. She had waited, gone to look for him, and heard a noise coming from the lowest level. Her butt was hurting from sliding down the stairs on it, her knees from crawling over the hard and cold floor. Mr Bubblekopf, the plush, had accompanied her. They had been watching him now for a while. He seemed annoyed. He had punched the rock and walls of this weird ruin-like part in the middle of the ship. She wondered what it had been before, with all the scratches and holes covering the stone. The muscles in his back moved impatiently, and she heard an angry growl rumbling through the air. She hadn't dared to come from her hiding spot at the door, though he had always known when she was there before. Now it seemed his mind was occupied by something... dark. He was pulling his hair again, hard, and started to hit himself on the head rampantly, his mumbling growing louder and louder. She didn't know how long she could keep looking at him like that. She wanted to help him, but she feared his uncontrolled rage. 

"SHUT UP!" he yelled and jumped to his feet.  His whole body was shuttering as he accelerated and ran headfirst into a wall. Frightened she weakly leapt from her safe hideout, managing only a metre or two, her arm reaching out to stop him but of course without any success. To her surprise, when the cloud of dust faded, he was the one still standing. He roared like a berserker marching into battle, but she could feel what was hidden within. She pulled herself up and staggered towards him while he was throwing boulders like toys and smashing rock into dust with his bare fist. If he went on like that nothing would be left soon. Her heart was pounding horrified as she got closer and closer. Dust made her cough and burned in her eyes as she called out for him.
"STOP!"
Her body shivered from giving all she had into her voice.
"STOP, SLAYER, PLEASE!"
She could barely see him through her teary eyes, ruins collapsing left and right, onto him as he waited on purpose for them to fall.
"STOP!!", she cried out and her voice broke, a painful cough choked her and she retched. The bursting of stone didn't stop as she fell to her knees.
"Stop...", she croaked once more. She would not give up on him. Cracks grew all around the flooring, walls and even up into the ceiling. Her ears buzzed from the noise and her chest ached. Like fine sand it tasted on her tongue while she gasped for air, her eyes searching for him frantically. Her blood froze as another sound echoed through the sudden silence. She barely managed to turn her head upwards as the piece of the ship was already coming for her. The force of the impact made her body bounce slightly, the floor below her chapped into a thousand pieces, even lowered some centimetres from the rest of the room. She tried to cover her mouth and nose from the cloud that swallowed her whole for a moment, irritating her throat further. Before she could comprehend she felt the burning heat that his body emanated around her. She was curled up into a ball, spit dripping from her mouth as she still coughed. He was above her on all four, the piece from the ceiling cracked in the middle over his back. The dust, the weight, nothing seemed to bother him. The lead that smothered her heart was back again making her whine a little from the pain. She did not want to, but her body decided to anyway. He heaved first the half up and easily pushed it out of their way, then the other one, freeing them, while she did her best to not act worrisome. He bent over her again, brushing hair and debris from her face, his thumb softly felt her aorta. The bracelet on her thigh already screamed for attention by beeping loudly. His big arms calmly turned her on her back as she sniffled, blinking away dirt and tears she flinched. She knew this stung much too well, but she clenched her jaw to not give in to the fear, her feet digging into the floor for hold. His right hand rested on her chest while his left held her head a little off the floor. Her hands clasped his that was pressing down on her gently, her breaths came quick and cut off. She could finally see him more clearly, his bluish eyes watching her anxiously. Whatever had anguished him has now been washed away. The way he softly touched her could make anyone forget about his rage-plagued actions from moments ago.
Her mouth was dry, her tongue sticking to the roof of it.
"D-"
She reached for him with trembling hands.
"Don't..."
She gulped a brittle bit of dust and her hands found his roughened skin. He did not repel. Her fingers travelled carefully over his scars, one by one, and her eyes welled up.
"Don't hurt yourself...!", she sobbed. He grunted and turned his face away from her a little, clearly ashamed, but not far enough for her to lose her hold on him.
"It- it- it- s..." she stuttered out of breath before moaning in agony. Her arms and fingers tensed in her deep will to not let go.
"It's o- okay..."
She pulled on him to come closer, holding his head softly. She looked at him deeply.
"It's okay... I'm hu-urting too..."
A tortured smile formed on her lips and tears streamed down her face as she tried to laugh but failed. He growled hurtfully and rested his forehead on her sternum.
"I'm hurting too...", she whispered again and caressed his head, slowly brushing his hair and neck. She could feel his fight against something, something that smothered all logic and love alike. She began to wheeze as her mind began to drown in darkness. She couldn't feel her legs anymore and hadn't noticed the cold creep into her core. For a brief moment, she tried to resist, stay with him, but she knew she would not win. There was no need to.
She let go, he caught her.