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Five Stages of Grief + One - Etho, Tango, Skizzle, Impulse, Bdubs

I run, not daring to look back at my pursuers clad in black leather apparel. Arrows whizz past me as I sprint through the mix of burnt and alive trees, narrowly missing some of the lower hanging branches. I just have to get to the water! My thoughts scream at me in a painful chorus with my legs, begging to give up, whispering of how my death is inevitable at this point. Tears burn in the corners of my eyes, remembering them, and how much I'm about to break their hearts. They were right, it's not safe to roam around late at night by yourself. You never know what could be waiting, lurking in the woods.

3rd Person POV

A nearby bright flash and strike of lightning followed by a large boom shakes the tower of Team T.I.E.S, and its members. Eyes widen, tools are dropped and concern floods all their minds, taking quick notice of their only missing member. Grabbing torches, equipping shields and arming themselves with swords, the large group hurriedly takes off into the dead of night, screaming the name of their fallen member. But they soon found, they were too late.

Denial - Bdubs POV

The days seem to last forever as we all mourn the death of Y/N. Except, I refuse to come to terms with her passing. For all I know it could have been a dream and she could walk through the door, smiling widely, only a few cuts and bruises littering her skin, but...but nothing could remove the image of that arrow, protruding from her chest with it's bright red feathers taunting us when we found her. When Dad found her. He hasn't been doing too well since, refusing to eat often, never really leaving the tower. We're all worried, even Mom. She and Scar have visited a few times, bringing food and flowers to put at her grave, trying to coax him out of his hideout, but it's to no avail. Then again, I don't think anyones been very keen or eager to leave their rooms, everyones staying holed up. Except Skizz, he's accepted it, nobody knows how or why he did it so quickly, but I guess we all grieve in our own ways. I'm just in Denial.

Anger - Tango POV

Glancing at the small oak bedside table, I spot the small birch photo frame. Leaning over from my spot on my made bed, I grasp it, leaning back, and holding it gently in my lap, running my fingers across it. I feel tears forming in my eyes as I gaze down at the five smiling faces, all filled with innocence. Front and centre is Impulse, only showing from the waist up. On his left is me, with Skizzle on his right, both just a bit higher in the frame, arms draped over his shoulders. Then in the back is Etho, hunched over slightly as he carries Y/N on his back, her arms wrapped securely but loose around his neck, while his wrap around back, holding up her legs by the back of the knee. I grip the frame more tightly, anger slowly flooding my body. Why!? Why did they have to take her! Why now! I grit my teeth, swallowing any anger from spilling out from my mouth, but it doesn't help my temper. She always teased me for my temper, even if it didn't come out often. She also was the only one who could ever calm me, making jokes, hugging me, or just being around. But now she's gone, and all I feel is anger. Like a white hot metal rod is being stabbed repeatedly into my heart. I hear the cracking of wood and glass, breaking me out of my enraged trance. Looking down, the delicately carved wood splinters off its original design, webs of cracks spreading over our smiling faces. Broken now, just like me.

Bargaining - Impulse POV

Sifting through the dark and rich soil, I pluck the occasional ripe potato, adding it to the tan sack slouched over beside me. Every so often, I pick out a large, bright orange carrot, its leaves having been covered during the previous 'harvest'. It felt so long ago now, but it had truly been only a day, maybe two. That was the night we all heard it, and we all felt it. I had been gardening and...she should've been with me. I should have waited. We planted them together so we were going to harvest them together, but it had begun to get late, and Skizzle needed some of the vegetables for dinner. I only picked enough for dinner, leaving some for the next day for us to finish together. But as I entered the kitchen, I heard it, dropping the small bucket. It all happened too fast. I shouldn't have let her leave. She just wanted to visit the clockers, having made something she believed Scar would've loved. She said she would be fine, home before dark, but that hadn't happened. I should've known better. I will do better.

Depression -Etho POV

Standing in the middle of the empty feeling room, I stare at the wall, littered with polaroids, frames containing pressed things, paintings and a few shelves housing collected and given objects. My eyes feel dry, my eyelids heavy. Nothing feels the same, and I doubt it will ever again. The room feels abandoned, but stuffy, and cold. Gently, I run my fingers over the sanded birch bedside table, the initials F/I and E carved into one of the sides, a small plus between them. I smile weakly, the small amount of tears gathering in my eyes slowly are released to roll down my face into my mask. Pinching a piece of the fabric with my fingers at the bridge of my nose, I pull it off, resting it around my neck comfortably. I intake a deep breath, F/S and S/F/S filling my senses. Her scent. It overwhelms my senses in the best way possible, closing my eyes to appreciate it more. I feel as though she is standing there, right in front of me, waiting for me to open my eyes and meet hers. Her beautiful F/C eyes. How I miss those eyes so much. Pacing over to her unkempt bed, I perch myself on the edge, glancing over at the headboard, more specifically the small rectangular dark oak frame. The small picture enrapturing the first few moments after finishing the tower, all our faces smiling brightly. Y/N, securely seated on my back behind the rest of them. Smiling, in my opinion, the brightest. How I wish she was still here.

Acceptance - Skizzle POV

Mincing the fresh carrots I had abandoned a few nights ago, I intake the pleasant aromas filling the kitchen, and picking them up once I was finished, I dump them into the large cauldron filled with water and spices beside me. I sniffle, my nose semi clogged from my previous, continuous sadness, but no tears come. I need to be strong, for all of them. Besides, as bad as it may sound, there was nothing we could have done to stop it. Let alone knowing it would have happened. We all will grieve in our own way, at our own pace, and on our own time. But eventually we should all move on, and continue this life till the very end. Stirring the pot mindlessly, I watch Impulse take a seat in one of the rickety chairs, rocking to one side a few times as he gets comfortable. I nod at him and he nods back. He's been blaming himself ever since, no matter what anyone says. Surveying the rest of the kitchen, I observe Bdubs saunter into the area, making his way towards another chair.

" 'Dubs?" Glancing up at me, he stops.

"Yeah..?"

"Can you get Tango? Oh and your dad? He'll most likely be in...." He nods sharply, turning towards the hallway outside their doors. I sigh, this'll be a long dinner.

Revenge - 3rd Person POV

Walking across the small stretch of beach between land and sea the five males all survey different parts of the terrain. All decided to follow Skizzles advice and take some time outside, breathing in the fresh air, absorbing the sunlight. Each adorn a different stage of misery and despair, only Ethos is semi covered by his dark navy blue mask. Emerging from the cold, blue water, Scott approaches the group, shaking the condensation from his cyan hair. He cautiously makes his way to Skizzles side, deeming him the most communicative out of all of them at this time.

"Hey Skizz." He greets, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Scott." Skizz replies solemnly.

"How're you all holding up?"

"I believe it will only get better from here." The cyanette nods, smiling.

"In honesty, I'm surprised you lot haven't knocked off some of the Bad Boys hours by now." Everyone freezes at his words.

"What..?" Tango mutters just loud enough as he turns to face Scott.

"I- don't you...you guys don't know..?" He questions glancing between all of their serious faces.

"Know what?" Etho this time voices. Scott hesitates, his adam's apple bobbing slightly in concern.

"Who killed Y/N...." This gains everyone's attention. "It was Joel...he shot the- the arrow that killed her..." His voice trails off as he watches their eyebrows furrow in anger.

"Why didn't anyone tell us!?" Tango barks, gritting his teeth together.

"I- I don't think anyone really knows...M-martyn overheard them over at their mansion..." Etho turns sharply on his heel, heading straight back to the towers, followed quickly by Tango, Impulse, and finally Bdubs, his hands balled into tight fists.

"Wait, where are you four going!?" Skizzle shouts after them.

'To get some revenge!" Etho shouts back.