Zhongli dodged the daggers Childe sent at his head. He summoned a pillar and jumped off it. His spear dug into the ground as he barely missed Tartaglia. He whirled around and dodged Childe's sword. He got zapped due to the sheer amount of electricity crackling around them. Childe took three steps back and lunged forwards yet again. Zhongli dodged to his right but Childe's sword made a small cut on his left cheek.
Zhongli was evermore curious as to Tartaglia's real identity. His called his ultimatum.
Childe was in pitch black. His heart beat against his chest like and animal. He was curled into the fetal position. His eyes were closed but he knew where he was. I shouldn't have had those meds. He opened his eyes slightly, squinting into the void. He felt a voice talking to him. Pulling him towards it. The words it was saying came from everywhere but nowhere. No. No I won't. I WON'T. Tartaglia couldn't shake the voice. He was crying. He felt everything lurch, throwing him into the void.
![[DISCONTINUED] Preying](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/319005264-64-k149062.jpg)