the storm inside | kitty (boyxboy)

41 | Revelations

Kit's hand started to twitch and Ty let out a breath of relief. He ran to get a glass of water just as Kit's eyelashes began to flutter. "How are you feeling?" he asked, helping Kit to sit up and passing him the glass of water.

"Horrible," groaned Kit, downing the water. "Feels like someone just emptied a pile of bricks into my head. And this water makes me want to throw up."

"Just be glad you're alright," said Ty, taking the empty glass from Kit and placing it on the bedside table. He sat down beside Kit. "And while we're at it, you saved the day. You need to start learning how to control your powers and not faint every single time you use them."

"You try to get weird powers that make it feel like you've got a hangover right after you use them and see how that feels," Kit retorted. "Anyway, what did I even do?"

"Okay, for starters, you must have been thinking of healing someone because right after you exploded, all my wounds vanished. Then the barrier surrounding the Beast shattered and the hologram flickered off, because the barrier was the only thing protecting the Beast from the 'holiness' of the Institute. Emma says it's because 'Hale was a shitty strategist'. The Gold Texts is now safely in the hands of the spiral labyrinth, where it is under high security and strong protection spells. Or at least, that's what Magnus says."

"Ty, you're missing something."

"I'm—I'm not."

"Ty," Kit said gently, "what about Livvy?"

"She's gone," Ty replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you mean she's gone?" Kit almost demanded, but stopped himself. This wasn't Ty's fault; Ty didn't deserve any of this. And Kit could tell, with pain, that Ty was still struggling to accept it.

"Emma was dying and—and Livvy gave up her spirit to save Emma. She transferred her energy—the only thing that kept her in this world—to Emma," Ty rushed out in one breath.

The third death.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault," Kit murmured aloud. "I caused Livvy to die. I killed Livvy."

"Kit, what are you talking about?" Ty asked. "It's not your fault. Livvy gave up her own life—well, un-life, to be exact—to save Emma—"

"No—it's—you don't understand—" Kit let out a breath. "Remember that day, when we took a walk on a beach and I got my memories back? Yeah, along with that, I also asked the Angel what would have happened once we managed to get hold of the Gold Texts. And he told me, 'There will be three deaths.' If I had maybe—somehow—told you, found some way to stop it, then maybe—maybe Livvy wouldn't have died."

"It's okay," said Ty. "Even if Livvy hadn't died, someone else would have died in her place. The prophesies of the Angels are never wrong, Kit."

"But who knows, maybe Hale would have been the one—"

"Hey, stop. Aren't you supposed to be the one to be reassuring me? Don't be so quick to blame yourself. It's alright."

"It's not, I've let everyone down."

Ty chuckled. "Well, so have I, in case you haven't noticed. Multiple times, in fact. Now, you have just woken up from a two-day coma—"

"I just what?!"

"—so you should definitely use this time to rest and recover." Ty leaned over and kissed Kit's forehead. "Hungry? I'll go get some food for you." He stood up, took the glass of water, and left the room, leaving Kit alone with his thoughts.

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Ty shut the door and let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding in. The strong facade he'd been putting up for Kit was slowly beginning to crumble down.

Drawing in a shuddering breath, he headed for the kitchen as the first tear fell.

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Kit couldn't seem to fall asleep. His brain felt heavy and exhausted, but all he was thinking about was how unnatural Ty had seemed earlier in the day. It was obvious Ty was faking his positivity, and Ty was clearly not okay, but Kit didn't know how to help Ty when he couldn't even help himself.

Kit wanted to help. Really. And if there were some way to just transfer everyone's pain to himself, he would. But his brain was numb and he really wanted to be just a bit selfish, for once. He wanted his own pain to be eased just a little, shared just a little.

If Ty wasn't alright, he wouldn't lie about it... right? Even if he wasn't alright, it was probably best to let him tell Kit. Best not to push him. Yeah. Ty would be fine.

Kit knew he was just making up excuses to make himself feel a bit better. Maybe he would feel a bit better after practising his aim. He slipped out of his room and headed towards the training room.

Distantly, a grandfather clock chimed three times.

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Ty lay awake, staring at the ceiling in the training room. He didn't want to stay in his bed, knowing that he once shared it with his twin, huddled together and whispering secrets. Here, at least in the training room, he would be somewhat free of his—

The door clanged open.

A shadow stumbled into the room, didn't even look at him, and headed immediately for the weapons area. As the moonlight shone on the shadow, stray blonde curls rustled as the shadow picked up a few knives, then took one and aimed for the board.

"Kit?" Ty said in a hollow voice.

Kit spun around and froze. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep." Was all Ty said. He hoped Kit couldn't see, in the dimness of the training room, the dried tears on his face. Or notice how scratchy his voice was, from hours of crying. Or how—probably—red his eyes were. Ty couldn't see himself in that instant, but he was sure if he could, he would look like an absolute mess.

"Ty, you look like—"

"What about you?" he hastily cut in.

"I—" Kit's voice faltered. "I couldn't sleep either. I... came here to clear my head."

"You—" Ty cleared his throat. "You can... continue doing whatever you were doing. I'll just watch."

"Ty, are you okay?"

No, he wanted to say. I'm not okay. My head is a mess and I want Livvy back. I want to scream and ask why the Angels would be so cruel to take her away from me twice. I want to yell and thrash but I know none of this is your fault, you don't deserve any of my tantrums. I want to punch someone, anyone, but I don't want to punch you, but at the same time I do.

Ty smiled. "I'm fine."