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CENTUM SEDECIM

the room shook and everyone shut their ears, it was like its own earthquake. but as soon as techno stopped, he fell backwards a little bit and we all watched as laura inhaled deeply, the wound in her chest completely gone. and she looked so, so very worried.

"techno I told you" shot up and scrambled to her side, getting to technos left who was now leaning against a large pillar.

"you couldn't have risked losing- losing too much blood" technos voice was barley above a whisper, tired, exhausted. it sounded like someone had drained the life out of him.

and in some sense, that's what happened.

"yeah but now your barley going to be able to walk" she sat with her legs to her side, technos hand in her own. she fiddled with his wedding ring as he began to spoke.

"ill be fine" his voice was starting to come back, not fully but it was getting better.

"we need to get out of here." wilburs voice was quiet as he stared down at nikis poor body.

before anyone could answer, a phone started ringing. it rung, and rung, until wilbur revealed it to be his.

"Lovejoy" he said sternly, kneeling down to look at nikis body closer.

"yes. yes it was" wilbur snapped his head and looked at laura and techno who were involved in their own little conversation.

"no shes fine now. he looks like hes about to pass out" wilbur reached for nikis neck and pulled the necklace off, shoving it into his pocket before standing back up to his full height.

"got it" wilburs words were short ended as he stared at all of us.

"phil is out back, he said grab who we could and torch the place" wilbur shoved his phone back down into his pocket and reached down for niki, picking her up bridal style.

it was miserable, seeing our families bodies, knowing we would be drenched in their blood as we carried them out of the room. and that's what we did.

noah carried punz, holding him bridal style as his arms dangled from his body. and he was the first one to walk out the door, phil standing there with his arms crossed and a creeping fear coming up his throat.

tommy came out next, ranboo was struggling to hold on to his shoulder and everyone could tell it was to late, they were losing to much blood and we were to far from anywhere to save them. but tommy wouldn't accept it.

out of respect, corpse carried cara. he was the third person to walk out of the door, jaiden was right behind him with small tears streaming down his face. I didnt know if it was from fear or remorse, but it was tragic seeing it.

I came out next, minx in my arms. her puffy dress flowed in the air as phil looked at me in fear. and I felt bad for him, I did. because all three of his kids haven't come out yet, and truth be told, only two of them were.

laura was next, techno dragging on her shoulder as they both limped to the van. I watched phil visibly inhale from relief. but techno didnt look so good, he was pale, his hair looked like it was losing its color almost, it was becoming a light blonde, like a natural color. if I had to guess, his power, to heal, to reincarnate. it uses his own life, his power and that's what heals the person.

his skin was losing color, his face looked drained, and his hair. the hair was what left everyone in shock. within minutes, his once fully pastel pink hair that fell to his waist, was now light blonde and short enough to be spiked up his head. it was a normal haircut, one he could go in public with without getting stares.

everyone was loading into the two vans, corpse driving one and phil with the other. but phil wouldn't move, his eyes were glued to the door until wilbur walked out.

phils face dropped, his hand slapping over his mouth as the life fled from his body.

there came wilbur, niki laying in his arms. her bridle blonde hair was blood stained. her neck was limp over wilburs arm, his other arm behind her knees.

wilburs face was stern, his jaw clenched as he walked towards the van with ease. you could see the emotion behind his eyes, you can see how he was hiding everything not to break down right now. he was being strong, something everyone was trying to do.

I gently set minx's body onto the cool metal, next to cara's corpse that still looked so filled with life. her fluffy blonde hair was curled and twirled around itself.

when I turned around, I saw phil following wilbur to the point, both of them approaching this van.

it was abnormal, strange, almost disturbing if you will. corpse was driving the van filled with corpses. cara, minx, punz, now niki. I saw the confusion in phils eyes when nick and karl didnt come from the building, but if he knew so much about phoenix's then he would know what happens when one dies, and he would have known even for a psychopath such as karl, he wouldn't be able to live without him. so he went out with him.

mourning is a strange thing, the crying, the remorse, the missing. you miss someone, you yearn to be with them again, but dying is just as simple as being removed from your life. they could have said they were going on a vacation, and never came back. but you wouldn't think they're dead, you would think hey maybe they just wanted to start over. but watching someone you grew up with die? watching your own family get torn apart? it rips your heart into shreds.

phil was struggling to hold it together, noah looked like he had zoned out, wilbur was sitting on the other side of laura as she leaned into technos touch. techno was staring at his hands, spinning them as he watched the muscle slowly drain. he knew what would happen, but he still did it, he still used his own power to save his fiancé.

tommy was sobbing, it was a tragic scene, ranboo had passed. and tommy refused to leave their side so the two were forced to stay in the other van. it was rude if you will, all because of two deaths, two world wanted criminals, and now dozens are dead. including my family, including my best friend.

and for me, I sat there, almost in a similar position as techno, however I wasn't watching muscle leave my hands, I was watching the blood dry. I was watching nicks blood, dry, on my hands.

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