Zenon was racing through the halls of your base as though his life depended on it; though time was the most important factor. As though he was running from a dark tomorrow. Sweat was gathering on his face before falling off. He didn't care that it felt as though his chest would burst open, his lungs were about to tear apart. He withheld the urge to pant for more oxygen; he felt there was no time. His shoulders jolted and his chest heaved as he ran- he wouldn't stop. Nothing but the hall lights were guiding him through the dark- he was glad he knew his way around the base. He needed to get to his destination no matter the cost he pay it. This was so important to him. He refused to fail. He refused to just let this go. He refused to give up.
You locked your closed door before hitting your back against it. "You-You're a monster!" You slid down the thick wooden frame, clutching your head tightly is both hands. You'd been certain all these years... why did you question it now? Maybe it was you that was getting everyone killed... Maybe, you were the reason Morgen was killed... Your blood pounded in your ears, you heart banged against your ribcage. Your hands shook as they grasped at your head. Your feet felt as though you were walking on pins. Your breathing was heavy under your breath. Your figure was curled over with your back against your door; you looked so small in comparison to the well-lit room. You wanted it to stop. You wanted it all to leave you alone. ... You wanted it all to be over.
The pain that latched onto your arms was burning, feeling as though it were peeling away at your skin. You wanted to cry, to shout, but nothing would leave your dry throat. You were too scared- too petrified to even move. You squeezed your eyes shut, 'leave me alone.' It wouldn't go away; you just wanted it to go away. The claw that grasped your neck was squeezing tighter and tighter, the long and pointed nails pressing into your skin, just light enough to draw spots of blood that dripped down your neck slowly. You could feel each movement the liquid made against your skin. You could barely breath because of the pressure on your trachea. It felt as though your lungs were constricted, forbidding you to breathe. Why was this happening? Why wouldn't it stop?
"Don't you dare give up on your dream. Okay? I know you can do it..." Morgen smiled at you, "I believe in you. Never doubt that." "You promised we'd do this together! You promised, brother!" You were distraught. There was no way this was happening. "(Y/N)..." You stopped your shouting; you're breathing still heavy. "You are going to become... much stronger. I... know that you can do it. You can protect the... kingdom for the... both of us...! I believe in you...!" His gentle but cold hand lightly ruffled your hair, the way he usually would. 'Go away!' Your hands wove in with your hair, tugging on it roughly.
He had stopped talking mid-way through his sentence. His face had grown dull- under his eyes grew dark. You refused to believe what you were seeing, you couldn't. There was no way he was... Nacht stared down at his younger twin with wide eyes, "Mor... gen...? Hey. Morgen." He wasn't responding; he was gone. No. How did this happen? Why? Why did this happen?! Your breathing grew heavy, your wide eyes watering. "Brother...? Wake up. It's time to wake up. Please..." The squeak of a voice so similar to a mouse's is what escaped your throat. Nacht looked at you with broken eyes. Your strong focus was on Morgen. Nacht could see the tears that were already falling from the corners of your eyes. "This isn't funny, big brother..." Seeing no response from your deceased brother made the reality settle in even further. 'Stop it. Stop.' Your grip on your head tightened; you wished these images would just leave. You never wanted to see them again.
He didn't deserve to die. Morgen should never have died. It was all that damned devil's fault. He killed him. You gritted your teeth. Your emotions were growing; you couldn't control them. You bottled them for so long and now it was all coming undone. Those bottles had smashed open. Your chest was expanding and shrinking faster than normal, more oxygen than normal pulling into your lungs. It wouldn't stop. The images in your mind were taunting you with haunting memories you wanted to forget. It would never end. 'Why did Morgen have to die? It's not fair. Why? Why him?!' You were angry, upset, scared. All those emotions mixing together to create one. Morgen was gone now; you would never see him again.
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The White Wolf
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a nineteen year old boy living in the noble realm. Status never bothered (Y/N), he didn't care who you were or where you were from. Not after the incident; he didn't care. In a recently formed squad; White Wolves, (Y/N) was promoted to vice...
