This Life is Mine

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TWs: More character death(s), vengeance, blood/injuries, guns/weapons, mention of religion. Stay safe :)

Tord gritted his teeth, looking past Laurel's shoulder at the panel Bing stood at. The Norsk dodged an incoming kick from her, throwing his hand under her leg to throw her off balance.

"Matt, Bing needs backup!" Tord called. Laurel caught herself before she could fall over.

"On it!" Matt nodded, grabbing his dagger and piercing Joe's face, "Sorry, hope you don't mind." The ginger ran off to help his uncle as he left the Black Army soldier grunting on the ground.

"Ah, now I remember..." Diwi muttered, stroking his chin as his mouth twisted into a smile, "You must be talking about that blonde fellow... it's a shame what happened to him."

"You killed him," Yan spoke through clenched teeth.

"Maybe I did... what are you gonna do about it?"

"You're going to wish you were never born."

"Am I supposed to feel threatened?" Diwi quirked an eyebrow, cocking his head.

Yan glowered, his gaze piercing into him like a laser beam. Diwi didn't falter, messing with a vial he held in his grasp. There was a moment when everything around them stilled, and time was moving slowly. Yan took a deep breath, watching his enemy closely and waiting for an opening.

Diwi shifted the vial to his other hand, prompting Yan to raise his gun and shoot. The bullet ended up grazing the German's wrist, causing him to let go of the vial of green substance.

"Lucky shot," Diwi muttered, eyeing the line of blood dripping from his hand. The blonde only seemed to smirk, "But how can you handle... multiple?"

He reached into his jacket, throwing a barrage of slime bombs at Yan. The Russian stepped back, avoiding the glass bobbles and letting them splatter on the ground. One of them managed to collide with his boot.

"You think this is a joke, don't you?" Yan spoke, watching the green substance slipping off his shoe.

"Everything's a joke if you make it one." Diwi shrugged, "The whole world is a joke, which is why... there's Paradise."

'Paradise...' Yan thought bitterly, "You really think such a thing exists?"

"Of course." Diwi nodded, "This is the Second Coming that's been prophesied all this time..."

'Second Coming!?' Yan's eyes widened, 'As in-!?'

"Ah, so you finally figured it out? Took you long enough." Diwi crossed his arms, "The Second Coming... or the Great Tribulation, are things spoken in the Bible itself."

"Religion..." Yan tsked, "I should've known that's what this was about."

Diwi hummed, "I figured that old genius would've guessed it by now, seeing how he was 'friends' with our previous leader."

"Previous... that's all I need," Yan spoke, turning away. He stopped in his tracks before grabbing his gun and shooting the German in the stomach. The ravenette watched him fall to the ground before walking up to him, peering down at him, "You deserve to die, so I'll give you a slow and painful death."

Yan stepped onto his torso, crushing the vials and bobbles of slime that Diwi had on him. The German felt the substance slowly leaking through his uniform as he writhed in agony.

The Russian glared at him once more before turning around and leaving the scene.

Across the courtyard, Bing was trying to figure out how to work the control panel and free his friends. Primis hovered near him, protecting him from anything that came near.