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the black rose (team ZIT focused) [short story] {part 6}

-3rd person PoV-
     Impulse and Zedaph manage to get back after that whole mess. They got back at their apartement, chilling while they drank some coffee, and chew down some marshmallow. (Anyone else think that it is a perfect combination, or am I weird?).

     The two of them might've close it. But they felt numb, like they did something extremely wrong (which they did actually). Both of them have shattered heart, after they saw Tango's pleading expression, filled with despair and sadness.

     But neither of them try to open up about the numbness. They both thought the other still hated Tango after what (they thought) he did. While they just kept their feeling more numb and sore.

     A few days have passed from the time they escaped. The two still haven't recover that much. Zedaph still have trouble with eating, and seeing winged stuffs as like birds. While Impulse still struggle with his new eyes, because his supposed eye balls poked out of his eyes a few days ago.

     They still chilling at their apartement. Their college is still paused. The polices said they can fully mobe in to the apartment a few days ago. People sometimes came to them and need their helps as detectives. Things went by normal.

     But not to Tango. After the tortures and pain Grim have done to him, he rapidly broken. No more expression from him, no more screaming of help, no more pleading and begging, there's just nothing. But deep down below the depths of the acid sea at his frozen heart, he still have an emotion, and goal.

     To be happy once more. To see his two best friend once more. To be free from all of this. Away from all this mess. He wanted peace, at any cost. But Grim never let him die, and he won't.

     Tango just stare blankly all the time. Grim has successfully broke him, so that he won't really fight when he will fo his plan. To slaughter the three myth. The fallen angel, Zedaph. The serpent king, Impulse. And the fleeing demon, Tango. The three myth that holds the power of withers.

     "Knock knock~," someone said from outside the apartment door, as he knocked at the door.

     At the other side of the apartment, Impulse and Zedaph freezes from the sound. They are familiar with that voice, but can't lay a hand on it.

     After 5 whole seconds. Impulse take the initiative to open the door. And right when he fully opens it, and examinized the person that knocked. He quickly backed up, walking backwards to Zedaph who also standed up.

     "Oh hello! I missed you guys," Grim, that disguised as Tango, says, "I see you guys changes some interiors here," he said again, looking all around,

     "You..... why are you here?!" Impulse asked angrily, being caution of what might happend,

     "Well, I'm just checking this place. Haven't been here for a while," Grim said again, still in his Tango disguise.

     "Why do you do that things to us before?! Why do you betray our friendship?!" Zedaph asked, tears at his face. Grim looked at them in a confused look,

     "Friendship?" Grim asked, "I am not your so called 'friend' you weaklings," he said again, laughing maniacly,

     "Then what do you see us as in the few years we've spent together?! Have you forgot everything we've done to help you?! Have you planned to do this from a long time?!" Impulse asked in rage. It's lucky that their apartment is sound proof, so people can't really hear them. Grim just smiled,

     "When I say I am not your friend," Grim said, beginning his sentence, as he slowly transformed from Tango into himself, "I really meant it," he said as he completed the transform,