Good -- A Danti Fanfiction (COMPLETED)

Chapter 15

Anti's POV

*A FEW MOMENTS EARLIER*

I stood outside of his house. Nothing had changed, but yet everything seemed so... heavy. 

It was as if a thousand pounds of pressure was placed on my shoulders, pushing my body into the Earth. My throat felt stuck and my head hurt like hell. I closed my eyes, taking in a big breath. Everything felt so fake, as if I was just having a bad dream and was going to wake up any second now. I opened my eyes, my gaze fixating on the swinging front door of Dark's house. 

I paused -- It shouldn't have been open. 

My pulse quickened as I hurried towards the door. I stepped over the threshold to see Dark, his back against the wall, holding a gun to his head. I froze. 

I couldn't let Dark die, not when I needed him the most. Not when I gave up everything to come back to him. Not when he clearly needed me.

I lifted my hand, gesturing desperately at Dark. "Don't you fucking dare," my voice shook as I took a step towards him.

He smiled and pulled the trigger.

...

Looking back, there were so many thing that I could've done to get the gun out of his hands. I was just too slow, and too scared. I could've snatched it in time, or I could've screamed.

Instead, my mouth was glued shut as I ran to Dark's aid, tears in my eyes.

He was lying on his side, the gun barely clinging to his fingers. My hands hovered, afraid to touch him. Tears were blurring my vision, which explains why I never even saw blood. I sat there in awe, absolute nothingness running through my brain. 

...

Then he moved.

Dark let go of the gun and brought his fist down hard. He rolled over, his head on the floor and his stomach towards the ground. He continuously pounded the floor with his right hand, muttering too fast and too low for me to hear. The only words I could make out were safety  and failure.

My jaw dropped as I scrambled away from him. Everything was moving way too fucking fast. I wiped the tears away from my eyes, clearing my vision. Before Dark could do anything else, I lunged for the gun and clambered toward the door. 

Dark stood, his feet wobbly. His eyes met mine, a bitter combination of sadness and anger emanating from within him. "Give me the fucking gun." His fists were clenched, and his shoulders were heaving with every breath he took. He looked broken, but I was positive that he was stronger than he looked. 

I knew that I couldn't win over Dark in a fight, but there was no fucking way that I was going to let him get what he wanted. I turned and hurled the gun as far from me as possible, watching it skidder and fall still in the grass. I looked back at Dark, clenching my fists in return.

"You'll have to kill me first."

I saw his broken spirit crumble a little more, and watched apprehensively as his gaze fell to the floor. 

He looked less tense as he straightened his back and moved the oily hair out of his face. He took shaky steps towards the couch and sat himself down, resting his head on the back, staring at the ceiling. 

Still in shock, I unclenched my fists and stood by the door. Everything was still moving so fast, I could barely follow what was happening at the moment. I thought about shutting the door, still swinging on it's hinges, but I was afraid that any and every movement I made would trigger Dark. So instead, I alternated between wringing my hands and fiddling with the belt-loops on my jeans. 

Dark's POV

I giggled, something that I had been doing a lot lately. I brought my hands to my head, running my fingers through my hair. 

I didn't change the fucking safety. 

Everything would've been over by now if I hadn't been such a blind idiot. I could've been resting in Hell, ready to leave this world for good. I could've been doing so much more than sitting on a couch with a fucking demon at my doorstep. I had fucked everything up once again -- so I smiled, basking in my misery.

But my mind rested on the memory of Anti rushing to my side. I almost felt bad for making him think I had died. A part of me had thought that if I laid on my side and pretended that my plans had gone through, I could convince myself that I had indeed actually died. 

What a fucking joke.

I heard Anti cough quietly behind me. I cleared my throat and snapped my fingers, pointing to the opposite side of the couch I was on, indicating for him to take a seat. 

I heard the soft sounds of his feet on the wood flooring, and the creak of the couch as he sat on it. Every sound he made, every breath he took, I could feel it in my bones. 

I felt helpless.

We sat there in silence for a good while. 

I counted the seconds with every loud tick  of the clock on the wall opposite of us. 

I set myself in tune with the slow drum of Anti's heart.

I breathed until I felt as if my lungs were made of lead, ready to crumble. 

I looked over at Anti, tugging at the edge of his shirt, pure anxiety coursing through his veins. He stared wide-eyed at the floor, feeling my gaze rest on him.

"Why did you come back?" My words sounded desperate, not the effect I was going for.

Anti continued to stare at the ground, his hands shaking slightly. He clasped them together, trying to conceal the tremors. He looked up at me, eyes  filled with misery and remorse and... disappointment. 

"I came back because I can't leave." Anti's voice cracked, and I could see how painful the words were for him. "No matter how hard I try, I can't go. You scare me, you hurt me," he continued as he wiped fresh tears from his eyes, "and you've completely killed who I once was. But regardless of what you've done, you still draw me in like a rat to a trap." 

His words shook, and he suddenly broke into sobs. He cupped his face in his hands, trying to be quiet, shaking his head back and forth. I simply sat there.

I had watched this scene occur with so many victims before, but this was different. My heart ached at the sound of his torment, and I felt tears coming to my eyes. I hesitantly shifted closer to him, and placed my arms around his shoulders. I felt him tense up at my touch, only to have him sob harder. He shook his head shamefully, and I instinctively scooped him up and into my lap. 

I closed my eyes as I hugged him tight and kept him close.

I felt his sobs subside slowly, and we rested.

...

It was a peace that I could get used to. 

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Sorry this is so late, there was a huge power outage where I live, and when the power came back on I got a huge case of writers block. Hope you liked the chapter! Love you guys <3