Monochrome

Prologue

A/N: Lex Luther's theme, The Red Capes Are Coming, pairs quite nicely with this chapter.

"Where are you going?"

A sleepy hand groped for the other male that was sitting on the edge of the bed. The demon softly shook his head and chuckled.

"I'll be right back, Skychild. Don't worry," Ghirahim soothed the younger male.

The demon leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to the other's forehead before standing up.

"Just remember that I'll always love you Link. Okay?"

Sapphire eyes meekly peered out of half closed eyelids.

"Mhmm, I love you too, Ghirahim," the blonde whispered against his pillow.

As Link closed his eyes again, Ghirahim's lip quivered. He had to leave now.

"Goodbye, Link."

The blonde was too tired to respond. Ghirahim drifted out of their room, to the inevitable. When the gentle click of the door locking behind him sounded, Link tiredly opened his eyes again.

He dumbly stared at the door for a few seconds before his gaze traveled elsewhere. His eyes landed on the red cloak that was folded over a chair and his eyebrows furrowed together.

That's weird. He wears that thing everywhere.

Not thinking much more of it, Link's stare traveled back to the door as he waited for Ghirahim to return.

Tick

Tock

The hylian's ears tuned into the sound of the clock as he waited.

Tick

Tock

At first it wasn't noticeable. Only a film of gray flickered at the edges of his vision.

Tick

Tock

But then, colorless spots scattered themselves across his vision. The teen shook his head, trying to stop his exhaustion from playing games with him.

Tick

Tock

Link didn't realize what was happening until a black and white filter clouded his vision. He jerked the blankets off of him and ran out the room.

Tick

Tock

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Tears streamed down his face as he sprinted through endless hallways. The hylian was running out of time.

Tick

Tock

All color drained from his vision. All he saw was endless shades of gray in front of him. He still kept running though, not wanting to believe what he already knew.

The clock struck eight.

As he threw his body outside, he crumpled to the ground and let out an inhuman shriek.

Ghirahim had been shot through the heart with an arrow.

A/N: I always write really short prologues. Sorry.

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