Empires...AI?

Sausage

I'm now gonna lie to you, this sucked to edit since there were so many words and crap that needed to be changed, along with an ending and all name changes. It's cool, though. Though there isn't much to customize, so that kinda sucks. Plus all the paragraphs kinda stuck together, so ugh.

If she was gone he was going to be too.

He didn't want to know what the man wanted.

He didn't want to face him.

God knew he'd had enough of the demons that were chasing his dreams, tearing apart his life.

He didn't want to face some spiritual guide and hear that he was following the wrong path.

"Why are you following me?"

Sausage hissed, trying to break free of the man's grasp but he had no leverage to fight with.

He knew that his captor would have none of that.

He'd be dead in seconds if he struggled.

No, he'd have to take it from him, and he'd keep on taking it until he made sure that the man wouldn't try to attack him again.

As he was brought to his knees by the man's grip, Sausage felt the tips of the dagger gently touching his face and then more and more pressure.

He knew what was going to happen next and his hands balled into fists.

He didn't want to go through with this, but if he didn't then the man might kill him.

So Sausage gritted his teeth and submitted to the inevitable.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with the good guys?"

The man shouted, the threat in his voice almost more than Ethan could take.

The man's hand moved to his throat, forcing his head back against his shoulders and cutting off his air.

As the man twisted his neck, as he made Sausage close his eyes and tighten his jaw, he thought about his best friend and the loss of her innocence, her life. His sister in everything but blood. Pearl.

She had been so happy and excited when she had found the painting hidden away in the attic.

Her childhood had been robbed from her at such a young age and he hadn't been able to protect her.

If he didn't let this man take him then she was going to go through the same thing.

Would she learn the same lesson he had, or would she learn to blame it on him?

Either way, he wouldn't see her innocence again.

After all this time, he couldn't allow that.

He had to be there when his friends grew up.

He had to watch over them, make sure they didn't grow up to be the monster he'd been raised to be.

Of course, Sausage didn't want his friends, his siblings, to grow up to be monsters.

He wanted them to be good people, one worthy of their parents' love.

Unfortunately, Sausage didn't think that was going to happen.

And when it did he was going to kill them, like his father had, the man who had abandoned him.

At first it was light enough to see the men.

Sausage squinted as he saw them as they bound him and with hands and feet shackled, there was no escaping.

There were two men, both equally tall, both equally as fit as the man who held him in his arms.

It was his father.

He looked like he had in their last encounter, although it was more out of hatred than any real emotion at seeing his son.

As he was watched helplessly, Sausage waited for the rage and the anger to take him, for him to fight back.

He had no idea how he would escape or what he would do, but he knew that he wouldn't die like this.

He wouldn't let his father live with the fact that he'd abandoned his daughter and that he had 

took his son to die.

His father had done so much to him, he wouldn't let him live with the regret of being the reason his son was dead.

And Sausages muscles tightened when he realized he had nothing to fight back with.

He would have to stay as strong and as silent as he was, he wasn't going to give his father that satisfaction.

He bit his tongue, the puncture pain causing his whole body to shudder.

The man's grip on his throat was suffocating, but it also felt good.

It was a different kind of pain, a reminder of what he'd lost.

He could feel the knife at his throat, it bit at his skin and he could imagine his father's hands there, holding him down, choking him.He could almost feel his father's laugh, the laughter that had filled the air when Ethan had confronted him about the painting.

Sausage stared at the man, studying his face, memorizing every line, every quirk, every muscle. At one point when he looked in his father's eyes, he was tempted to smile, to say, 'It's a long way from becoming a Guardian to becoming your enemy (start of my writing), father, and it only goes to show how far you've fallen.' 

His father's head was not hung, not dragged down by the events in his past. The fact that only recently Sausage found a home, and people who were in it. His father was never the hero he had been seen as, only a fake, a fraud. 

Sausage was going to get out, even if it killed him. 

And eventually, it would. He jerked in his captors hands, trying to get free, only to feel a warm substance run down his back. Suddenly all he saw was red. It was running down his face, he knew. 

He was covered in it as holes punctured his body. He could feel himself fall to the floor somewhere in the back of his mind, but he could only focus on one thing.

Person.

Maybe he would see her again,  when he was dead. But then, she was always a saint. He was a demon from the depths of hell. He would not be redeemed in the short time he had left, so he thought for a miracle. One did not appear. 

Perhaps, in some other life, he was happy. Maybe then he had a home. 

But this was not his life, short as it was. His last thought was that maybe in that life, he was with her. 

My darling Pearl, I will forever miss.

A/N: I don't normally write this style, so un-canon and odd, but hey, at least I can. 

Final word count at over 5,000, with a whopping 5,309. I wish I could say I wrote all this, but I really only wrote 1,162 words, so. 

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