Don't Run

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A sinking pit. Endless and gaping like an open wound. His whole body ached. And his eyes felt heavy. He tried his best not to cry but he couldn't help a tear or two. And that's why Lucid was standing in the rain. Despondent and listless.

It was quite apart from the torrent of droplets on the grass. His back leaned against the notice board. Where they first met. His face was turned up to the sky. He wasn't crying. He wasn't...

But his chest started to heave, and he gritted his teeth, closing his fist tight. Grief attacking him. He loved her so much. He loved her and she was dead. It Was All His Fault.

He banged the board hard, and it split. The Jaguar had never been so upset. So, lost. So, fucking stupid. He was a loser. A complete and utter fool who could accomplish nothing. An abuser and true predator. The worst.

You're the reason we stay divided. And you're everything that everyone thinks you are.

The memory of her voice haunted him. The memory of what she felt like and smelt like. It ate him up inside. A never-ending torment. He was glad the monsters would come. They all deserved to be torn apart.

Lost in his sadness he hardly noticed the black wolf dash out of the tree line. Eyes wide. As soon as he saw Lucid through the rain the Wolf ran to him. Skittering to a halt. Carlyle taking bi-pedal form on all fours before him, a pleading expression on his face. His knees pressing into the dirt.

"Please, Brutus is going to hurt himself really badly if I don't do something. He won't listen to a word i say. Please help me. I don't know who else to ask." His voice trembling under the rain and his fingers pressed deeper into the mud. Lucid felt so bitter. But he nodded. Pretending as if the water rolling down his face was just that, and Carlyle solemnly nodded, getting up to lead the way.

They made their way down the beaten path with a quickened pace. And Lucids ears twitched when he heard the mad howling.

It was load. Even in the storm it was piercing.

As they got even closer, he heard banging. Violent bangs against the garage walls. And as Carlyle opened the door Lucid immediately felt sick. The smell of blood was strong. And when he walked in, he was appalled.

"What are you doing?!" He yelled. His cold and familiar voice freezing the raging Wolf in his tracks. His room and all his equipment was tossed around and broken. Deep cuts and jagged scratches all over his body from thrashing around. His chest was heaving as he stared at Lucid. His expression becoming pained as he sank to his knees and grabbed at his hair.

"What The Fuck Is Wrong With Me?!" He gasped out and looked at the ground, starting to hyperventilate. Lucid coming up and firmly gripping his shoulder.

"Brutus... We can't do anything about it now. We are all going to die. Don't hurt yourself. Face your consequences like a man." He stared seriously as Brutus looked up at him. And he saw tears in the Wolfs eyes that he quickly whipped away.

"I can't... I can't stop thinking about everything constantly. She haunts me Lucid. I'm going mad." He murmured out pathetically. His voice cracking.

"I don't want this. I can't stand this." He shook his head and grabbed at his hair. Lucid patting his shoulder. Looking him in the eye.

"The end is already coming. Just let it happen like she wanted. We can't do anything now." His voice was solemn and flat.  And Brutus sniffled, nodding in agreement.

"I understand.... I'll let her get her revenge properly. I can't rob her of even that." He shook his head and rubbed at his face hard. She wanted them to be attacked by The Abyss in utter terror and helplessness, just like she felt, just like they were monsters who attacked and horrified her. They had to feel what she felt. And die in utter despair.

Damiens POV:

He felt Mad. So insanely mad and lost inside. His fists were covered in blood. His own and the 3 people that lay beneath him. His chest heaving. His jaw clenched as he seethed, red all over. He hadn't spoken to anyone. His horrified group just looking on as he went on rampages. And he stalked away. No one following him. Slamming the metal door to the back of the apartment building and walking to his unit. Still simmering. Slamming his door behind his as well.

When he saw his messy bed he fell to his knees, smashing his face into the side. And screaming, screaming until his voice broke, tearing apart as he sobbed. It rattled his bones like he was hollow inside. Tears forming in his eyes as he crawled over to his desk. Pulling the sketchbook onto the floor.

The spine hit the wood and it flipped open to her portrait. His vision becoming blurry as fat tears began to fall on the pages. He hadn't cried since he was a cub. This only made him more infuriated. And nowhere for his anger to go, he only had himself to be mad at for once.

He was wrong. He should've never trusted anyone with her. If he had. She'd still be chained to his bed and in his arms.

Her painful expression flashed in his mind like trauma and gritted his teeth. The pain almost feeling like a stab wound in his chest. It was getting harder to breathe.

No. She would've jumped off this building if not the waterfall. She would've killed herself in this bed if she couldn't get away. Of that he was certain. He had tormented her. She was miserable. How could he ever believe that THAT was possessing her? 

He had her body already. But he never had her. He'd never caught her. Not really.

Now he was left with nothing.

Minwa's POV:

"Alona?" She called out. A tear rolling down her cheek for what felt like the hundredth time. If this went on, it would erode a tiny stream right into her face as she sat in the dirt and grass, between the trees on the embankment.

This was so painful. Looking out at the boggy lake. The rushing waterfall hitting the surface. She longed to see any sign of the Bunny. That poor Witch who never had a chance. Memories of her smile were like poison now. Her dead eyes and mutilated body all too real for the Fox.

She couldn't stand it, the only thing that made her feel better was sitting here. Waiting, as if she would pop back up out of the water.

"She's dead Minwa.... We're all dead. Stop sitting here." Michelle murmured, just behind her. And Minwa furrowed her brow.

"And it's our fault." The Fox added firmly. Making Michelle flinch. The Leopard had never been so sensitive or looked so afraid.

"It's The Apex fault." She tried to say but the Fox stood and glared her down.

"You know that's bullshit. If you hadn't kicked her to the wolves and beaten the shit out of her, she would've had a better chance. But you were scared Michelle...... Alona was right... are any of us even really friends? Or are we just scared of each other. I'm sick of living like this." She stormed off. How could Michelle still try to take none of the blame? It disgusted her. She froze and looked back at the waterfall. A lump in her throat. She didn't want to die. She was terrified. But maybe Alona was right about everything she said.

They can't be changed. They'll always be cruel.

There was no saving them.
Not anymore.

The Witch's had finally given up on them.