King of the world

Chapter Thirty Two

Anti POV

Kill me
Kill me
Kill me
Kill me

That was all that was running through my mind, doing my best to ignore the dead corpse of my best friend... and who knows, he may have been more? Or is this just my dalerea? Either way, I just want to die...

My heart weighs like a thousand bricks, and it's beating... really... really... slowly, against my rib cage. I could swear, it was knocking them all out. My uncried tears had completely drenched my insides, meaning no spark could start a fire of life... nor happy emotion...

Kill me
Kill me
Kill me

Has my chanting caught the attention of any greater power? One that can finally put me out of my misery? Please? I just... want... to...

Even my thoughts were being interrupted by sobs...

"Hello..." A strained female tone greeted. My shock, and overjoy caused me to look up, praying to god it was (Y/n)... but it wasn't... it was Sanura. Instantly, I hang my head again, continuing the chant in my mind.

"Anti... I have a way to save (Y/n), Dark and yourself,"

I don't believe her. Why should I?

"You look awful..." she sighs, squatting with a loud exhale of pain, "all your veins are pitch... and you green eye is dripping black ooze..."

I still refuse to speak. I wish I could just give up; but then my dreams, my hopes, tell me not to. Maybe that's what hope is - a distant star shining in the darkest sky. Not enough to remove the darkness, but enough to make you believe there's thousand more stars somewhere and all you have to do is find that 'somewhere.' So you keep fighting, ignoring the darkness that tries to stop you.

"I know you don't trust me, but what do you have to lose by trusting me? I know what you have to gain though,"

Finally, my eyes widen, turning my withered gaze to PewDIE... dead, ghostly PewDIE. While my stare was lingering on him, Sanura pulled out a key, and unshackled me. The handcuffs clang to the ground, and I pull my hands up to rub my wrists.

"What do I have to do?" my voice is determined, and cold as the bite of Jack Frost.

"I need you to heal the bullet wound in his forehead," she said, gesturing to PewDIE.

"What?" I exclaim, "you do realise that won't bring him back to life, right?"

"Yes, but this is essential for the plan," her voice was unwavering, so I complied. I kneel next to him. His eyes were closed, and for a split second, it felt as though he was still alive... but when I pushed the hair from his forehead, revealing the bullet wound, I knew this was all too real: he was dead. Nevertheless, I pressed my palm to the wound, focusing on everything PewDIE ever told me about healing.

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"This is the third time this week," PewDIE warned, healing one of the many wounds on my leg.

"Well, if you just taught me how to heal myself, we wouldn't be in this situation,"

"And see you less? Never," PewDIE teased, quickly followed by a cough, "Sorry, I've been spending too much time with Dark, he's rubbed his charisma off on me,"

I ignored the heat in my cheeks, "Understandable,"

"Why did you even fight that demon?"

Thank god PewDIE can't read my mind as easily as he can with humans, because he cannot know why I fought that demon! "He said something disrespectful," I growled, telling the truth.