Mine - A Mewgulf Fiction

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"So you said you'll do anything huh?"

Mew didn't knew any rights and wrongs at that moment. He didn't cared about him. All he wanted was Gulf to be safe.
So he nodded like a lost child and that cause the smirk over the man's face grew bigger.

"Alright! Let's go then." He clapped his hands enthusiastically again and pulled out a gun. He threw the gun in front of Mew and Mew looked at it with a shocked expression, still not getting what the man wants.

"Shoot him and make him free by yourself. I promise I won't even touch him after that." The old man said with a wide grin over his face while seeing Mew's terrified face.
"And then he can live out in this world the way he wants."

"NO! I can't. I'll never. He'll die....please don't do this." Mew cried and threw the gun at other corner.

"Oh....will he? Ah...too bad." The old man faked a pout on his face but suddenly his face lit up. "Let's just do one thing. Shoot him in the ankle. That way he will just bleed I guess. What do you think?" He kicked the gun again towards Mew's direction from his foot. "Don't delay! Come on. Grab it and shoot." The old man sat on the chair and waited. He noticed the trembling hands of the poor boy as the sweat was running down his forehead. For him, it was just a plan because he knew the boy don't even know how to hold a gun. He can't shoot and that way he'll enjoy the show of pain and cries.

The old man was left in shock when Mew actually held the gun in his hands.
"Please....take it back! And leave him. Please! I'll be your slave for lifetime but let him go. He needs a doctor."
After hearing the words from Mew's mouth, the old man again came back to his comfort zone. Although he was a bit surprised in the beginning when the boy actually held that gun but his muscles relaxed as soon as he opened his mouth.

With a sure mindset that Mew don't know how to shoot he grinned widely and stomp his feet loudly, gaining the best amount of attention from the boy.
"We don't have much time. At least he doesn't have. He can die any minute. Just shoot him and I'll make sure he'll go hospital safely and we can pray for his recovery after that." He jerked the non- existing dirt off from his sleeves and crossed his legs. "Come on Mew. At least give me one reason to believe that you're my son and shoot him."

Mew stared at the gun in his trembling hands and his hands stopped shaking after a moment. He continued to stare at the gun with dense thoughts. He knew there is nothing he can do now. He don't know how to shoot. Even if he know, he can't take anyone's life. Even if its not Gulf, even if it's someone else, he just can't kill someone. It's a crime and it's a disgrace to humanity. He has a weak heart to even see a death but because of Gulf he has seen a lot of new things. But still, when it comes to killing someone, even a cold hearted from birth can't do that. That too killing your own lover, the one you love the most, the one for whom you're still fighting, the one for whom Mew actually let his gaurds down and talked to the dick head he never even wanted to see.

He put his index finger over the trigger, so the trigger was now surrounded by his finger. He then tighten his grip while still staring at the gun.
He knew he can't kill Gulf. But he can't even pull the trigger and kill himself. Because that will be too selfish. He will die and leave the place but Gulf will experience the hell even after death. These monsters won't even let his body rest in peace and will make him rot.
His lover don't deserve this, no one does.

He knew what he was about to do was dangerous as hell. But he has to and so he did. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger and shoot him straight in the ankle. He heard the loud whimper and managed to stand up. Seeing how the man fell off from the chair and was now rolling on the ground in pain. He immediately shoot two more men who came after hearing the noise.

He was surprised by how his shots were so perfect that they were going exactly where he aimed. But may be thats what we call situation teaches us how to survive. In all this hustle, the only thing that was new and shocking for him was....that Gulf wasn't unconscious. He was conscious from god knows how long and was actually hearing all the things, while laying lifelessly on the ground as blood was still flowing out from his limbs.
Mew sat near him and locked his own eyes with Gulf's half opened ones.
Gulf's condition was so worse that his body wasn't okay with moving even a eyelid. So even after so much pain, even when there were two nails digged inside his shoulder's flesh, he wasn't okay with removing but to endure it while lying there and waiting for death. Tears formed in Mew's eyes but no words came out. He heard another groan from behind. Yes, the old man was groaning in pain and Mew didn't know from where so much courage built inside him as he turned and shoot the man right into the heart.

A thud expanded loudly when the old man fell on the ground, without a beat, without any movements, without any action.
Mew had enough of it. He can never be kind to a person who was walking hell to him and almost killed his love. So with all the courage and energy he had, he shot him dead. He turned to Gulf and noticed a small line of tear over his cheeks. Although his eyes were covered with tear stains but he was sure this was the fresh one.
"Don't worry. I'll take you out of here. Just....stay alive." Mew's words were painful yet comforting at the same time to younger's ears. Gulf forced a disappearing smile, making sure Mew could see that before it disappears because his lips hurts when move.

Covered in sweat and mud, Gulf's body seemed heavier than before because of lack of internal force. Gulf left all his weight for Mew to handle.
"Gulf! Don't worry. Breath for me! Breath with me okay?" Mew tried his every chance to talk with him, knowing that he won't get any answer.
It had been almost 10 minutes since Mew was carrying Gulf on his back, running in a specific direction, not even knowing if its a right one.
He suddenly stopped to think about his next move.
Yes. He was in his father's building where he was bought unconscious. He killed a person. He has two persons to save. But he doesn't know where to go and how to think.

"Car..." Mew heard Gulf's mumbling.
"Out.....si..de"

Gulf's voice was difficult to hear because of how dim it was. But still Mew heard it because there wasn't any other noise.
"What car? Is someone waiting for you outside? Does someone know we are here?" Mew tried to ask. He didn't wanted Gulf to speak because it will affect his condition in a bad way but he wanted him to be safe and okay at the same time. And for that, they need to go outside.

"A....car... Jen...E..." Gulf tried to speak but his throat was dry and he had no energy to even lift his brows.

"Alright. Say no more." Mew got a rough idea that someone is outside there, waiting for Gulf and Jennie to return safe. He assume that Gulf left with Jennie and a third person. And that third person is still outside.

Mew looked down from the stairs and there was a door at the end. For now, he planned to leave from that door but he can't leave without Jennie. She's still inside and Mew can't leave Gulf alone too. And at the time, Gulf coughed a lot of blood out from his mouth which signalled Mew that he has no time to think.

"Mew...."

"Huh? What happened baby?" Mew answered. The fear of losing him was clearly visible in his voice.

"....I"

"What happened babe?"

"........."

"Gulf baby?"

"I....love...you."

Ugh! Too much tears....! Little cupcakes let me remind you again. This book is dark! I still haven't decided the ending. It's still unsure.
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