Rebellion (After the Haunted FF)

Chapter 43

Third person point of view-

He hugged his brother's body more tightly than he had ever held anything before. He pulled Drake's body onto his lap, sobbing into his chest as he clung to him. He choked on his own breath and saliva, his nose stuffing up with mucus that ran from his nostrils. His face was burning up, the tears steaming against his skin. The world and the on going battle that had abruptly come to a halt and all became distant as his mind blocked everything out. The sounds grew quite in his ears aside from the ringing and he was unable to breathe right. His throat closed and opened up, making him gag and his sore limbs quivered violently. Oxygen tried to go back into his lungs, mucus and saliva running down his throat. His chest filled with pain as he continued to choke, clinging tightly to the body like a lifeline. He bit his lip, his face scrunching up.

"Drake... I-I'm so sorry..." Armen sobbed into the body's chest, rocking back and forth as it rested limply against his legs, his arms wrapped around Drake's torso and holding it against his own.

He felt Drake's cold skin even past his warm clothing, digging his claws into his body. He felt his brother's warm blood seep onto his lap, ripping his head away from the hybrid's chest to look down at his face. He sniffed, his eyes red and face covered in mucus and tears. He looked at the ghostly pale and reptilian black skin with stains of new and old blood, seeing how calm his expression seemed. It was almost like he was simply sleeping, but the boy knew better than to hope for such an obscure miracle.
The boy's tears fell onto Drake's face, the warm drips sliding down the corpse's black cheek, leaving behind a warm streak of water on his scalelike skin.
Grayson hissed and let his eyes flutter open, feeling like he had blacked out for a moment from blood loss. He gagged a few times, the blood loss making him feel nauseous. The first thing he saw was pure white before blinking to clear his vision. His head was pounding, with his ears ringing loud, and his vision swarming with bright spots as he fought to hold onto consciousness. He saw red, knowing that it was running from his right leg, or at least what remained of it. As the ringing in his ears began to become less intense, he noticed the odd lack of chaotic sounds emitting from the atmosphere around them. Only the occasional explosion or scream or clashing of iron, but it was not as intense as before Herobrine was taken back into his own realm. There were less bright flashing light, the lightning finally seizing to rain down from the dark clouds above.
His eyes finally began to adjust again, letting him see Armen cradling Drake's motionless body.

  "Drake..." he hissed out, trying to sit up but fell back down in agony.

Grayson bit into his tongue to keep himself from screaming. He used the aching muscles in his abdomen to sit up, turning his head to look down at his sword. His head swarmed with dizziness, his vision once again blurring for a split moment. Once he could see moderately well again, his eyes rested on the cultist sword that he had used to stand moments ago. His shaking hand reach out and let his fingers wrap around the hilt, his arm lifting it up to press the tip of the blade against the stone.
He pushed himself up so that he was standing, his back hunched, huffing and groaning from the pain spiking up his body. His blood dripped relentlessly from his open wounds, especially from his open flesh that revealed the muscles, bones, veins, and arteries within his leg. He looked up at his comrades, his vision blurred from tears but the injured king could still make out the bodies of his closest friends. He blinked and let his tears of pain flow, allowing him to see a bit more detail in the image before him.
He saw Armen sobbing into Drake's chest, the hybrid's body on his lap and Armen's left hand wrapped underneath his back with his fingers digging into Drake's shoulder with his other hand clawing at Drake's bloody shirt. His eyes scanned the limp body, taking in every detail from the year old bandages on his head and the dried blood, to the bags underneath his eyes and how his cheeks and torso were gaunt like a skeleton. He took in each bloodstain and every tiny scar on his visible skin and each strand of his messy hair. He could not stop his eyes from tearing up.
A smile came to his face as he once again let out a breath that spoke the hybrid Mage's name. With his strength slowly fading from his body, Grayson took a step forward with his good leg, then let his weight lean against the blade after he pushed it down and dug the tip into the stone ground, using it as a cane. He was light headed, but he could not afford to pass out, not now when Drake was finally back. He did not know that his friend was gone.
Once he was close enough, his mind finally began to realize that the raven haired was not weeping in joy, but sobbing in dismay. Grayson looked down at the stab wound that Armen had inflicted, the sword no longer impaled into his body. A large wound was left behind, going straight through Drake's body and letting red with a barely noticeable purple pool out of the vessel. Even though his tears blurred his vision, he finally noticed that Drake's chest was completely still other than Armen's trembling body causing it to shake. The joy slowly began to fade from his being as the departure of Drake's spirit began to set in.