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100. Endings (Maine + Sigma)

Words: 821

Characters: Maine and Sigma

Romantic: Yes

Fun fact: If I write more than two chapters a day, the second was written 10 minutes before I sleep (usually 2:50am)

Reminder: Request are always open (This one was a request)

Sigma used to see it.

He saw that you had lost all will to live, all will to function. He knew that you thought It was hard, too hard. It was painful, too painful. Life, no not life, the people that lived life. They had broken you, they had made you irreparable, unbreakable, because there was nothing to break.

But, that wasn't the case anymore. Yes, you were sill broken, but now you were better, better than before. He could see Maine's impact. He could see, how piece by piece, Maine was putting you back together and vice versa.

You were holding Maine back, stopping him from becoming The Meta. He had to find a way to stop you, if not that, break you. Anything, to become the Meta.

All he had to do was crack you.

It was another day at the MOI, you were intending to hang out with your boyfriend, Maine. You weren't feeling too hot today but you knew that Maine could change that. When you got there, the scene that greeted you wasn't exactly what you wanted. Maine was there, but so was Sigma, out in the open. That only meant one thing.

"You have a headache Maine?" Just then he noticed you, must've been one bad headache.

You got a nod in response, which left you shuffling awkwardly for a bit.

"Agent Kentucky, is something that matter?" You had been trying to ignore him, but he just wouldn't leave it at that would he?

"N-No, nothing. I just came to talk to Maine about something."

"It doesn't seem like that's all."

"Excuse me?"

Well, you're tense and your heartrate is above what should be considered normal." You shifted in your spot nervously hoping Sigma didn't notice. He did.

"Oh, uh, it's just been a hard...day." You flinched back as Sigma appeared in front of you.

"Perhaps it is because you're afraid of me." He noticed the way you tense, how your body wouldn't stop moving.

"W-What? No! Why would-"

"You think I'm a monster? Wait no, not me, Maine?"

"N-No I don't! Why-"

"I see, so you're afraid of him. When did it start? Did it start when Maine got me? No, I can see it, it was way before that."

"DON'T LIE! YOU DON'T KNOW THAT." Shit, you sounded way too hysterical.

"I do, because Kentucky, we are more alike than you think."

"No WE'RE N-"

"We're both alone."

"I HAVE MAINE!"

"We're both broken."

"I'M NO-"

"And we're both fragments of a person we used to be."

"STOP INTERUPTING ME! STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!" You didn't even bother to hear his response before running off in hysterics with so many questions were running through your head.

What was Maine doing? Why wasn't he defending you? Was Sigma right? Did Maine not actually care? There was no way that was the truth...right?

Little did you know that, in that situation, Maine was not in control.

Maine didn't know what he expected when he walked into your room. He was desperate to see you, to have you in him arms. When he walked by it was quiet so, maybe you reading a book or just patiently waiting for him as you usually did. He really wished that's what it was.

Blood. Blood everywhere. On the walls, on your bed and on the carpet. He was panicking because there was no way any human being could live after losing that much blood. He started by calling out, or in his case grunting, your name hopelessly. He had been on countless of missions but never had he been this scared before.

He continued walking around your room and calling your name until he saw it. The bathroom light, on, with blood on the handle. He was hoping, begging to dear god that you didn't do it.

It took all his willpower to manoeuvre himself to the door. It took more than that to open the door. But, it took even more than that to hold in his tears as he saw you.

In your bathtub, a knife in hand with slit wrist. Oh god, he was going to vomit.

How could you have done this?

Why did you do that?

Why...why didn't you let him help?

"Agent Maine." He didn't look up to see Sigma there. "Condolences for the loss. It's very unfortunate Agent Kentucky had to go this way."

Maine said nothing, he didn't even move.

"This may not be the right time but Agent Kentucky told me something before." Sigma knew he peaked Maine's interest. "She told me that Project Freelancer was putting a strenuous amount of stress on her. I could imagine that this is the reason she..."

Freelancer did this?

"It's just an assumption but...if you like, I can help you get revenge."

You can?

"Yes, all I need to do is borrow your mind and body for the tiniest bit."