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Mercy [MaskedMexican]

I'm writing too much MaskedMexican. Help. Also, I hope you like this oneshot, it's a bit different and it's also kind of short.

(Ohm's POV)

Branches snap under my thick leather boots as I run through the forest, wielding a sword in my hand. My breath was getting short and stuttered as I exert all my energy to running to the familiar voice calling for my name. As I get closer to the voice, I notice dots of red liquid dotting the brown crunchy leaves beneath me.

I come across a tree that had a fresh bloody hand print on it which makes my adrenaline pump even harder. When I reached the outskirts of the forest, I crash and trip over something and hear a loud yelp in pain. I lift myself off the ground, looking around for my sword when I notice a man stumble to the ground, next to the corpse of a fallen foe that he must have killed earlier. When he falls I finally catch his face, nausea overwhelming me and I felt sick. My lover, Max, clutched his hands around a sword. Correction, my sword, that was lodged in his side near his stomach.

"Bloody hell. Max! Are you okay?" I kneel down beside him. He nods and coughs, causing him to sputter blood onto my surcoat. I cut off his robe, cloak, and take the armor off of his head to get a better look at the wound. I slowly ease out the sword with many of Max's grunts and protests. Once the blade is out of his flesh, I apply pressure with his cloak to the wound and hold it there.

"O-okay. Let us take you to the Lord. Different from others we may be, but human we are. So fight as one die as one." I pick him up in my arms, softly kiss him on the lips and carry him to the castle.

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I arrive at the doors of the castle and use the door knocker. I wait for a moment and the doors are opened. When I walk in, I do my best to bow to Lord who sits upon his throne. His face looks un-amused as I rush towards him with Max in my arms.

"Good morrow, Lord Malum. I have brought a knight who is very important in my eyes, and I need you to help me. This is one of your people, Knight Gonzalez, he is very injured. I beg of you, please help him.." I asked of the Lord. He narrows his eyes and approaches me, twisting the tip of a small blade on his fingertip.

"Now, why must I do so of the command of a measly knight?" He cocked his head to left, staring deeply into my eyes. I gulp and stand tall and confident. I stay silent, no damage can be done if I don't speak, right? The Lord grabs Max by the neck and pulls him away from me, making Max yell in pain.

"Prithee, let him go! Have mercy on his soul." I beg of him. He just chuckles in amusement. Max clutches the wound that reopened, trying to stop the blood from flowing between his finger tips. I felt so vulnerable. So vulnerable to the man standing in front of me holding onto my pale and injured love.

"Morior ex vitualamen." The Lord stated boldly as he took the knife to Max's neck. Time slowed as he drug the blood stained blade across his perfect smooth skin, creating a fatal red line across his neck.

But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the moments, the memories, all behind one man, I was crushed into a man of hatred and vengeance.