The Revival of Shadow Link

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(A character tries to commit suicide, trigger warning, be safe.)

"Come on, Vi, speak to me! Need I remind you of that last time you decided to ignore me like this?"

He shivered and turned away from me. Probably because I took his shirt again for...really obvious reasons.

I turned him back towards me and start running my hand down his side. "If you don't remember, I beat you with your belt and was this close to straight up killing you. You were being a brat."

"You honestly scare me."

"Oh, come on, Vio! I've been trying to get you to speak for hours and the first thing you say is that I'm scaring you?"

"Fine, I'll lie next time."

I sighed and started stroking his chest. "What's got you like this? Another nightmare?"

he shook his head, mumbling "can't sleep."

"Well, you can always wake me up and I can entertain you for an hour...or two...or the entire  night."

He winced like my words had hurt him. I was about ready to do something that would actually hurt him. "It's not the other's, is it?"

"Shadow--"

"Answer me, Vio."

"Shadow, you killed them! Of course it isn't!"

I huffed. "If I knew you were going to be like this, I would have just sat back and let that tree kill you."

He didn't meet my eyes. Had I hurt him?

"Aw, I didn't mean it, my love! You know I would never do anything like that, if you died, I would join you in a matter of minutes, no, seconds, I couldn't bear even a second away from you."

"Yeah, well you said it yourself, you spent weeks in a cell without me, why don't you go back there and die."

"You don't mean that, Vi...I feel like I was dead then. Maybe I was breathing, but what type of life can I live without my sweet violet? You're what keeps me going and why I wake up and why I live and why I murdered those three and why I'm going to go kill Zelda, you are my life."

"What the fuck was that about Zelda?"

"Don't worry, she won't suffer...for longer than an hour."

"Shadow, no--"

"Vio, yes. I need to. Don't you want to be together?"

I was leaned up against the pillar farthest from the purple door, and the moment I opened my eyes, I wanted nothing more than to close them. I felt tears sting in my eyes and I wanted to curl up in a ball and fade away like the shadow I was. 

"Damn dreams," I muttered, wiping the sleep from my eyes, or maybe it was tears. I didn't know anymore. 

What kind of a psycho dreamed about stuff like that? And right after that conversation with Vio? I wanted nothing to do with him at the moment, why was I dreaming about...stuff like that?

"How ironic; you wanted him so horribly, you wanted to be with him and now you don't want to be anywhere near him?"

"Shut up, you," I spat, not even angry, just annoyed. At least he had quieted down significantly, I didn't hear him as much.

"Oh, but why should I? Tell me."

"Because I will rip your eyes out of their sockets and shove them down your throat."

"Frightening, absolutely frightening, Shadow Link."

I felt like slamming my head into the pillar.

I didn't notice my eyes close again.

"I'm sorry, Vio, but it was just a precaution; I'll never do anything like that again if you behave."

"You cut my legs off..." He breathed, his voice laced with pain, and disbelief, and fear. "Why?"

"I couldn't let you run...If you ever try to escape again I might have to tie you up for a couple weeks."

"Your punishments are cruel." he said. "H-How am I gonna walk?"

"You're not. Because if you can walk, you can also run, and that means you can run away from me."

"I won't ever run from you again..." He looked absolutely horrified. 

"I know," I sighed. "But look on the brightside, you get to spend more time with me. Don't you want that?"

"What I want is my legs."

"You can have them, but you still can't walk."

"You're insane."

"You're mine, I could care less what you think about me. Just be good for me, Vi, and you'll never have to worry about anything."

He didn't meet my eyes, just staring at the stump his legs ended in. I hated to see him wounded, but what choice did I have? "Don't worry, darling, it's okay. I know it hurts, but you'll heal up soon." I kissed him on the cheek and started to leave.

"No, where are you going?!"

I felt warm inside. He wanted me to stay! "I'm going to go...take care of those three. You be good and stay there and I'll be back soon, okay?"

"Shadow, no, please... why?Why does this keep repeating and why do you hate them so much?"

"You be good, Vio, I don't want you trying to escape."

"I swear if you hurt them, I  will escape, Shadow, please don't."

"Oh, will you now? You know I can't leave if you're going to run away from me."

"That's what I'm counting on."

I sighed. "I guess I have no other choice but to stay...for a couple more minutes."

Maybe he was satisfied with himself for buying the others a couple minutes. He was lucky I found this caring, desperate side of him so endearing or I would have been angry with him.

I went to the table I threw his stuff on earlier and came back with a rope in my hands. he figured out what I was trying to do and started struggling against me.

"What's wrong, Vi? Don't struggle..." I realized...he was still topless. Was there anything better than having a shirtless Vio on my bed?  All tied down and looking so tired, panting for breath after struggling against me with his hands tied down. He was tied down...I could do whatever I wanted with him.

"Goddesses damnit, Shadow, no..." he yanked on his bonds and I only watched for a minute longer.

I kissed his forehead. "I'll be back real soon, Vi."

I woke up covered in sweat. "Make it stop..."

"I know a way that can make it stop..."

"I fucking do too but I'm not stupid."

"Well, if you think you're wanted, you fucking are."

I looked down at my arm, flipping it so I could look at my wrist, with that little scar on it. 

I felt like I didn't have control over my movements anymore; I reached into my pocket and pulled out the dirk, covered in blood.

"When did I pick this up?"

"Does it matter?"

"No..."

I took a deep breath and--

A door opened and in seconds, Princess Zelda stood in front of me, before she started kneeling and taking the knife away from me.