JSAB Oneshots

Gift Fic

AN- xXGalaxyWolf12Xx
So uh just realized it was your bday a few months ago and I gave nothing-
So have this very late gift that is a kind of continuation of the oneshot you made for a bit ago of the two
Enjoy hopefully!

Warnings
Violence  (not gore levels but more then slight violence)
Talk of war, murder, etc
PTSD introduced nightmare
Moment of intense fear (not to sure what to call it, as it's like a panic attack but not really one?-)
Slight looking down on oneself

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Shouts of pure anguish filled his bleeding ears as gunshots and bombs warred the barren destroyed land.

The only thing he felt was adrenaline, not the pain that should be coursing through his body.

Bullets littered his legs and chest, such that should kill him.

But magical bullets weren't as kind, they brought in waves of pain till all of your energy was zapped and you collapsed, allowing the blood loss to take your life.

But Blixer was used to bullets.

He was used to pain.

So he just kept running, shooting any of those from the opposite sides he could safely hit without risk to his allies

He was so busy on everything around
him he hadn't even noticed the scrap bomb till it was too late.

It exploded him letting out cries of pain, shot back into a tree as the metal cut through his legs arms and nearly his head. His vision went blurry as more blood flew off his body, his breathing heavy trying hard to continue getting enough oxygen to his brain to stay awake.

'Cmon
GET UP' He tried to convince his broken battered body, unable to move.

His vision blurred, closing his eyes.

He was so tired... maybe he could just-
He felt arms grab his slamming him to the ground.

He let out a strained growl of pain quickly snapping his eyes open adrenaline kicking back in, trying to struggle out of their grasp.

He got nowhere as he felt his right demon ear grabbed, gasping out in pain.

'N-No-
They
They wouldn't go- that f-far-'

"The king will be glad
I'll finally BREAK the kitty cat~"

He tried to scream for help as his mouth was covered by a rag, seeing a screw driver in their hands.

He muffedly screeched in pain as it hit the edge of his arti, his whole body feeling the effects.

Red hot searing pain flowed through his body attacking his every sense.

Help help help help the pain is too much

Kill me stop the pain

No more no more NO MORE

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A terror filled scream escaped his lips shooting awake his eyes darting around the room. All they saw was darkness with how late it was, not helping his quickly breathing heart as he heeved in breaths through his dry throat.

His hands quickly clutched the closest thing, which seemed to be the wooden desk and now shredded papers in front of him. He tried focusing on it, knowing the objects weren't on a battlefield, tears falling freely down his scarred and slightly bleeding face from scratching it on a loose piece of wood in the old desk.

He planted his barefoot feet on the ground, feeling the ground below him.

"N-No grass, or sand, o-or dirt, or rock or-" he mumbled to himself, coughing roughly from trying to talk while his breathing was everywhere.