Standing here alone [Pg x Pg Mythology AU]

Chapter Six: "I'm So Fucking Scared"

Song: Idfc- Blackbear

I think I owe you guys a decent chapter before I rip your hearts to pieces ;)

Enjoy~

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It's not the same.

It's not the same without him.

Scott walked down the trail, a knot in his stomach. He had this uneasy feeling- he hated it. He felt like he was going to vomit. He felt like he was going to scream. He was even shaking a little as he picked up a pebble.

He gripped the cool rock in his palm as he stood. Suddenly, the knot in his stomach turned into rage. He whipped the stone at a nearby tree. It bounced off, hitting him in the face, causing him to fall backwards.

The small satyr leaned above him, giggling a little. Scott groaned, pushing the boy's face away. "Piss off, Jeremy." He snapped as he sat up.

The satyr laughed again. "You're such a mess, Scotchtape," He remarked, calling Scott by the nickname he hated, receiving a death glare from Scott. Jeremy got up, scampering back down the trail. Soon, he returned, the large grey dragon in tow.

Scott had been travelling with them for three days. They were like the three stooges meets the three musketeers; they were a fucking catastrophe. But they got through it. 

Scott planned to just keep them around long enough so that he could find Vincent again. It's unlikely that even a naga would challenge a dragon and...it's mate. Yeah. That became pretty clear after a few hours. Micheal, apparently the dragon's name, was definitely in love with Jeremy. Scott didn't even question it. He didn't need any more confusion than he already had.

Mike was tired. He seemed to drag himself down the trail. Hell, he looked like one of those komodo dragons. Scott stiffened a laugh. At least something was picking up his mood a little bit.

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Meanwhile, Vincent was finally coming to his senses. 

I'm cold. I'm hungry. It hurts.

He shivered. His vision was black. The hard concrete floor beneath him felt like ice. He groaned. Trying to move was pointless. He opened his eyes, and when his vision cleared, he saw it. The blood. Lots of it.

He gritted his teeth. Several scales had been ripped off, most likely from bullets. The tender skin underneath them was open and caked with scabs and dried blood. It was at least a few days since the wounds were inflicted.

How long have I been out?

Vince moved a little. He heard the jingle of chains. Of course. Damn humans. They probably wanted to make him some circus pet, like they wanted to do when he was little. Like hell he'd do that.

"Don't move too much. You'll rip the scabs open." A voice called from the darkness. Vince widened hs eyes. He wasn't alone.

"Who's this?" He asked, feeling his jaw thicken. Usually when he was afraid, his mouth would fill with another row of teeth that were usually concealed.

"Just another monster," The voice called once more. Then, Vince saw two red glowing eyes in the darkness. "Like you."

Vince rolled his eyes. "Real fuckin' specific."

"Crossroads demon. Name's Fritz."

"Ah." Vince rolled onto his stomach, sighing. "Looks like you got caught up in this mess too, huh?"

"Unfortunately."

"Well, aren't you a demon? Can't you just go all lucifer on this shit? You'd be able to get both of us out of here."

"Actually, I'd need a soul for that. Happens that I'm all out." The demon sighed. He was faintly visible now. He had curly, scruffy ginger hair, with large glasses. He was fairly (local) short,  with chubby cheeks. 

"Mmmm...why don't you take mine? I ain't got nothing better to do with it anyways." Vincent said, half being sarcastic, half meaning it. What the fuck would he do with a soul anyways? He didn't plan on living very long. His first suicide attempt had already failed.

"Really? You're sure about that?" Fritz asked, astonished.

"Yeah. Go right ahead."

The next thing Vincent knew, light was pouring in from the outside. Everything was burning. He and the demon were lying among a sea of debris. Apparently, taking someone's soul blew up in your face. Literally.

Vince managed to sit up. The bindings had been singed so badly, they were melted into a puddle of iron. Damn.

Meanwhile, Scott and the others heard the explosion. He jumped at the silence-shattering sound. Jeremy and Mike stared at him, then all three began running towards the sound.

It lead them to what appeared to be one of the king's storehouses-or dungeons. Probably a dungeon. Whatever it was, it was blown to bits by now.

Scott saw the violet glint first. It shone, parts of it broken by the wounds. It was beautiful. Scott recognized it well enough.

"Vincent!" He yelled desperately.

Vince heard him. He snapped towards Scott's voice, his silver eyes focusing on him. He relaxed, all of his worries seeming to wash away.

"Scott..."

The brunette ran towards him.

"Jesus Christ! You're a wreck!" Scott exclaimed when he caught up to Vince. He checked the naga over- he was covered in ash and cuts. "You need a doctor!'

"Scott." Vince said, not giving a single flying fuck about what Scott had to say right now.

"Please- Vince! I can't lose you again! I've been thinking-" Scott was cut off by Vince placing his hands on his shoulders.

"Tell me you love me. I don't care if you don't. Tell me even if it's fake. It's all I need to get through this."

Vincent was on the verge of tears. He was bleeding. He was hurt. He was scared. So fucking scared.

"I love you- alright?! Please, Vincent!"

That was nice to hear.

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It's Mikey :^)

Also, another thing. I think I've finally got this story planned out. It's going to be finished soon. Four more chapters at tops. Oh, and there's a mindfucking plot twist at the end :)

bubye peeps~