Mini Stories

I'm sorry

Summary: Teague Martin had begged Havelock to keep Pine alive. Begged him to spare Pine. Begged him to let the both of them flee, away from Dunwall. Begging did nothing.

Warnings: blood, suicide, swearing

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A thumb brushed over the old painting. Martin was silent, looking the image over. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to keep his mind from that day. The day he fell for him.

Pine let out a laugh, snorting a bit. He and Martin were on the roof, laughing and drinking away. Everyone was asleep so no one would hear the two. Martin was a little less drunk than Pine but that didn't change anything. He watched the other for a long moment.

Watched as Pine's eyes crinkled with every laugh. Watched as Pine snorted from laughter. Watched as Pine's face squished from laughing, showing off canines too sharp to be normal. But they were. And that's when Martin felt his chest tighten, heart racing. He knew what the feeling was but he wasn't sure if Pine would return it.

The other was slowly calming down now, panting a bit heavily with his cheeks flushed a soft red. Pine breathed softly before looking to his side. He held a very warm smile that didn't help Martin's heart. The other suddenly pulled Pine into a kiss, eyes shut tightly. The man being kissed had tensed, freezing up. He didn't expect that. Not a moment later, Martin let go.

The man gasped softly, quickly scrambling to his feet. He slurred out an apology, heading to the door back into the hound pits. Martin stopped though, feeling a hand around his wrist. He hesitantly looked back at Pine only to be pulled back into the kiss. Martin relaxed slowly, gently being moved to pin Pine between the wall and himself. A set of arms gently wrapped around his neck, his own wrapping around Pine's waist.

He held the other close, kissing him like they'd die if he didn't.

Martin frowned deeply at the memory. It was one of many fond ones. His thumb ran over the familiar face, sniffing softly. His eyes were blurry and it was hard to see. He quietly rubbed at his eyes again, shaking a bit. Martin hadn't meant to drag Pine into this hell, into the hell Havelock created. He didn't want this. He thought Havelock would be a better man. He should've known better.

Martin frowned, hearing Havelock. "Please! You must spare him! He has nothing to do with us. All he does is go and retrieve supplies, sometimes he even helps Corvo but he never kills! Havelock be reasonable!" He cried, watching the other through pleading eyes. But Havelock simply glared.

"No Martin. We've spoken about this. No one can know of our deeds. We have to kill him. He's nothing but a liability and a risk to us. Have you even seen the mark on his hand? He practices heresy!" Havelock's fist slammed into the table but Martin didn't flinch. He had seen the mark but he didn't care. He was beyond the stupid scriptures and the abbey.

"Havelock please listen to me. Me and Pine can leave, leave Dunwall and go to Morley or something! Please Havelock don't hurt him." But all he got was a rough slap to the face that caused him to stumble back. Martin growled softly, recovering quickly. He then drew his sword, aiming it at Havelock's neck.

A gun was what was pointed back. "We will kill him Martin. He cannot live. What if he goes out and tells of our deeds? Then what?! We'll be locked up or killed! You'd be branded! Now put your weapon down before I drive a bullet through your eyes." Martin stood his ground.

"You won't do it. You wouldn't know how to explain a gunshot and a dead corpse." He sneered and pressed his sword to the other's throat. Havelock simply growled and put away his gun. "I made my decision. If you won't kill him, I will." With that, the other left.

He trembled, remembering that argument. He should've killed Havelock, should've told everyone what he planned. Martin ran a shaky hand through his hair, eyes wandering to the bed. He frowned. It hadn't been that long. An hour? Two? He wasn't sure. He stood up from his chair, moving to sit beside his lover's corpse on the bed.

Martin had rushed through the hound pits while Havelock killed everyone. He had felt his heart racing, breathing heavy as he searched. He had checked everywhere but the third floor. He didn't hesitate, rushing up the stairs two at a time. Martin had to see.

He had to make sure that- he snapped out of his thoughts, frowning. He rushed onto the third floor before dashing in. Oh how he hated the small section before Pine's room. Martin threw open the door and his heart sunk at the sight. "Pine!" He'd cried out, quickly kneeling beside his lover. A rough cough left the smaller other.

"H-hey... I-I tried to fight Havelock off, tried to keep him away. I-I'm sorry love." Came the shaky voice of the man he loved. Martin shook his head, tearing off his coat. He quickly pressed the item to Pine's side where a deep gash was left behind. Pine groaned, whimpering at the sudden jolt of pain.

"I-I know I know. Just please, stay with me. I can get Samuel, he can get us out of here." Came Martin's shaky voice, not realizing he'd started to cry. Pine simply shook his head, a hand shifting to gently hold Martin's cheek.

"S-sorry love, can't. Fucker st-stabbed me real good. Think he hit something." The smaller male coughed up some blood before relaxing back into the red pool around him. Martin simply shook his head, letting out an involuntary whimper.

"N-no no it's okay! You'll be o-okay! Jus' stay awake." Martin was afraid to call out for help, knowing Havelock would come and get him too. He felt Pine starting to relax under his hold and he whimpered again.

"St-stop that. It's not funny. Please, you'll be okay." Martin ignored the soft protest as he lifted his lover into his arms, ignoring the blood staining his clothes. He set Pine on his bed, sniffing. He then put his coat back on the other's gash.

"L-love please..." his eyes looked to the pitch black ones and he sniffed. "I-I'm in so much pain. I know y-ya don't want to let me go." Pine coughed roughly before groaning. "B-but everything hurts. Pl-Please Teague." This elicited a sob from Martin as he slumped to his knees by the bed.

Martin hadn't wanted to let Pine go. He hadn't. He hadn't wanted to fire the bullet into his lover's head. But he had. Pine was in too much pain and he would've felt guilty had he not put the other out of his misery. Martin knew that but it didn't help the guilt he'd felt after.

He'd laid with Pine for a while, shaking and sobbing. Everything had crashed down onto him. Now? Now he felt nothing. Nothing but a cold emptiness. He couldn't remember the last time he'd fallen for someone. The last time he kissed another. Martin looked to Pine's body, a hand shifting to run through his lover's hair.

"I love you so much Pine. I should've said it more." He mumbled, looking down at the painting. He never was good with showing his emotions. Pendleton had come up earlier, asking Martin to join him and Havelock on the boat to Kingsparrow island. But Martin refused and told Pendleton that he'd join them later.

But Pendleton had a feeling Martin wouldn't join them. But he'd left him and Pine alone, getting on the boat to the island. "I should've been nearby to keep you safe. I should've never let Havelock order me around. Maybe you'd be okay. Maybe we'd be on a boat to Morley." His voice was broken and soft as he looked to his belt.

He removed the sword, setting it on the nightstand. Martin then checked his gun. One bullet. Funny how he'd forgotten to reload after his last firing practice. He laid down beside Pine, curling up to the other. "Maybe you can show me your home. Show me where you were born. How was it?" A soft click sounded as he pressed the gun to his temple.

"I love you so much Pine. I'm sorry."

BANG!