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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'.