Meaning Of A Purr (Sanders Sides - LAMP Fic)

Chapter 29: To Be Brave

Okay, so trigger warnings for this chapter are a little heavy again, there is violence, blood, and sorta character death? (Like not real death but temporary death? IDK). That is the basic gist of it, please tell me in the comments if I should add more if warnings. Also if this triggers anyone enough they feel like they are are skimming and missing information just ask and I will gladly put a summery in the end notes. Well anyways, as always take care of yourselves and thank you for reading.

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"Are you sure about that choice, Pet? You were being so good earlier, do you really want to change that?" Deceit asked in a sickeningly sweet tone.

Virgil didn't reply but he also didn't show any signs of backing down from where he protectively blocked the open closet door. His eyes remained fixed on Deceit, ignoring the other threats in the room. No one could miss the submissive position of his tail or the way his ears folded backwards, it was obvious he didn't see himself as much of a match against the dark sides but he still didn't move.

"Rage," Deceit order, stepping back.

Rage stepped up when addressed, his intimidating presence seemingly towering over Virgil despite only a slight height difference. His hand clasped down on his shoulder, his claws slowly digging into Virgil's shoulder the longer it was there, tearing into the fabric of his hoodie and making blood seep into the dark gray fabric. The hand felt so heavy, trying to push Virgil down to his knees but Virgil kept himself as steady as he could, fighting to stand against the stronger male's force. He did his best to keep his expression natural as he locked eyes with Deceit over Rage's shoulder.

"Why don't we step upstairs unless you want to make me even more pissed off," Rage growled into his ear.

Virgil suppressed a shutter but didn't move. He could hear Roman making an angry growl behind him and Virgil was sure the creative side was probably being restrained by one of the others until they could see how things were going to play out.

"I'm not going to let you hurt them. Let them walk away without laying a hand on them and I'll continue to do whatever you all want. If you won't then I swear, I won't back down this time. After all Master, weren't you the one who taught me not to flinch?" Virgil said, his voice reflecting the icy glare he gave Deceit.

"Brat, haven't I also taught you what happens when you try to pretend to be a brave little Kitty?" Deceit hissed.

Rage's hand tightened around Virgil's shoulder and he was roughly pulled away from the door and thrown away. Virgil crashed into the end table beside the couch, the lamp on top falling and shattering against the floor. He let out a short hiss of pain as he tried to regain his barings.

"Virgil!" Roman cried.

Virgil looked up in time to see Roman racing out of the closet to come to his aid, only to have to duck out of the way of Remus's mace. A light formed in Roman's hand solidifying into his katana as he got back up and engaged in combat with his nearly equally trained twin brother. Virgil's gaze shifted over to where Deceit was grinning at the closet door where Rage was now making his way inside towards the less combat ready light sides. Roman was too busy to get back to them. They were going to get hurt. Virgil couldn't let them get hurt. He promised himself he'd protect them. He needed to protect them. They were right there. He needed to save them.

Virgil's vision tunneled as adrenaline pumped through his veins. His brain temporarily shut down, moving and acting based on a pure instinct to protect. One minute he was on the floor, clinging to the small end table fighting off pain, the next he was standing behind Rage, drops of blood splattered across the walls. Virgil let out heavy, shaky breaths as his senses returned taking in what had just happened. He had gotten up and charged Rage, managing to summon real dual swords into his hands. When he reached Rage, who had grabbed for Patton's arm, Virgil had sliced through his back in the shape of an X. Now he stood in silence at the entrance of the closet, blood dripping from his swords onto the ground while Rage knelt in front of him trying to recover from the surprise attack. Virgil sucked in a breath, knowing he couldn't back down now. He grabbed at the back of Rage's shirt, pulling him backwards so he fell onto his back, Virgil standing over his head with a sword to his now vulnerable throat.