Brink of Death

Aftermath

Chosen takes a breath as he stares up at the dome sky of the Outernet. The cursor and the group of five stick figures have vanished into the WIFI, gone. The fights over, Dark's.....where's Dark? He must be dead, right?

Chosen's breath hitches as he holds his side, pain aching through his body. "Fuck.." he scowls, looking up towards the top of the cliff from the ledge he's standing on. He then summons a blast of fire in his hands and propels up into the air. He flies up to the top of the cliff and lands on the grass, panting with exhaustion. "I needa..." he catches his breath. "...hm.."

His eyes flicker upwards to scan his surroundings, taking in the grassy fields in front of him that are boarded by forests. The once peaceful landscape now has a narrow steaming ravine down the centre, a long trail of dirt, scaling the entire terrain and cutting off at where seems to be a large canyon. Chosen sighs heavily. "If he isn't dead from the laser then i wouldn't be surprised if he's dead from tumbling off a cliff" he scoffs.

A sense of remorse and dread slowly creeps into his heart, trailing long behind a heavy amount of anger, dissatisfaction and frustration.

Despite being utterly pissed at The Dark Lord, Chosen gathers up his remaining energy to summon his fire and blast off into the air. He gains height above the land to get a better view of the scene. Flying overhead, he follows the long ravine, almost feeling the heat radiate off it from where he travels. "Jeez, that kid has some power.." Chosen mutters to himself, referring to The Second Coming.

Coming into sight is a large dirt crater created at the very edge of another cliff that overhangs a canyon, at the very end of the fresh ravine. Chosen's eyes narrow as he turns to fly directly to the crater. As he begins to fly closer to the ground, his eyes catch a certain figure. A certain person. A certain villain. In the distance, surrounded by fading clouds of dust and smoke, Dark is lying flat in the dead centre of the crater. It's unknown whether the man is unconscious or not, but Chosen doesn't waste anytime.

He flies down to the area and lands, clutching his arm and side as he continues to walk towards the destruction. He steps down into the shallow crater and starts going towards Dark slowly. "Dark!?" he sighs. "You still alive?"

The body of Dark doesn't move, just laying lifelessly on the dirt. His trenchcoat is rugged and dirty, torn and burnt. Lime green burns scar Dark's clothes, simmering with power and a large portion of the scar on Dark's chest.

Chosen's expression darkens as he approaches the body. "If you're not dead, I should just kill you right now." he looks down at Dark as he stands next to him. "Dumbass." Chosen finishes. Part of what he just said remains true, but deep deep down, he's slightly concerned for Dark.

Dark's fist moves slightly as it clenches, the Vira-bands still barely intact on his wrists, cracked and glitching. He makes a low grunt sound as he tries to lift his arm, his eyes still closed.

Chosen scowls and forcefully grabs Dark's wrists, holding them to the side. He crouches down to be near Dark's level. "Don't you even fucking think about it."

A sharp breath comes from Dark as he scowls, a slight malicious grin forming on his bleeding mouth. "You've come back for me have you, Chosen?" he croaks out lowly, his voice hoarse and dry.

Chosen squeezes Dark's wrists tight, making Dark wince slightly. The Vira-bands begin to crack more, fizzing and sparking out. Chosen then rips the bands off Dark, standing up and throwing them far away, watching them plummet to the ground a couple kilometres away.

Dark's eyes shoot open as the power drains from them, his fist unclenching. He flops back on the ground lifelessly, his eyes closing. Shallow and slow breaths come from his dry mouth as blood leaks down his chin.

Chosen stares at him for a moment, rage building up inside him. "What. The FUCK, were you thinking!? What the hell was that!??" he yells down at Dark.

Dark remains silent on the ground.

Chosen's brows furrow as anger still seeps through his mind. "Dark?" he kneels down next to Dark's body and shakes the other's shoulder. "Dark don't bullshit me, c'mon."

No response.

Chosen scowls, his heart rate picking up as he pushes Dark over onto his back. Anger is pushed to the side as worry spikes through his heart. He holds a hand over Dark's chest, checking his pulse. The lime green particles of Second's powers start to fade, diminishing into the air. "Dark don't fuck with me, you can't be dead."

He leans his head down to Dark's chest, trying to listen to his breathing. Shallow breaths are still heard from Dark's figure. Chosen's eyes flicker with an ounce of relief as he sits back up. "Please, c'mon w-we can stop fighting, just wake the fuck up!" he shakes Dark's shoulder harder. He then lifts Dark's body up onto his lap, trying to keep him up. "Shit.."

Chosen sighs, tears welling up in his eyes. "You fucking idiot.." he takes in a sharp breath as he shakes his emotions away.

Dark remains motionless in Chosen's arms, his lips ajar as tiny breaths leak out.

Chosen glares down at him for a minute, before making a decision. He lifts Dark up in his arms as he stands up, carrying him bridal style. "Why the hell am I doing this." he groans with frustration. Chosen shifts the other man in his arms for a second before beginning to tread across the ground.

Dark's messy hair hangs loosely along with his trenchcoat, draping from Chosen's arms. The sun begins to set as Chosen carries his former companion across the grass fields, making his way back to their house. Chosen sighs as he looks down at Dark's drowsing face.

"...What happened....how did we get here.." Chosen mutters under his breath, confliction brewing up inside him. Of course he's always known of Dark's destructive behaviour and mindset, but taking over the world? I mean, it's not too far fetched for Dark. He's completely lost his mind..

Chosen snaps out of his thoughts as his eyes drift towards the sunset over the drifting sea. He stops walking for a moment, just holding the limp Dark in his arms. A battle in the past, brought over by a new horizon. Time of change, if possible in one's mind. Power's discovered from the most innocent of beings. And now, who was once a friend, an ally...is on the brink of death..

A/N

Heyyy,

I'm excited to be writing this fanfiction along with Outernet.exe: Virus. Chapters might start coming out slower, but who knows. Just like my other fanfiction, chapters will be around 2000 to 3000 words. 

Hope you enjoy, and have a nice day or night! <3