Patton paced his room muttering under his breath.
"One down, three to go."
He shook the thought of Virgil away.
"No. He betrayed you. They all betrayed you."
The crazed ex-side summoned a knife and threw it at the wall.
"Tag, you're it."
A smile slowly spread across his face. He pulled the knife out of the wall the picture it stuck to fluttering to the ground.
"Tag, you're it. Tag, tag you're it. Good luck sides~"
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Roman made his way upstairs toward Virgil's room. He stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at the blank white wall confused.
His throat closed up.
He ran a hand across the wall.
Purple dust.
The room was gone.
The prince shook.
His breathing came in short.
Ragged.
He couldn't breathe.
'Virgil. Virgil. Virgil. Virgil. Virgil.'
His mind kept reapting.
But he was gone.
He was alone.
Alone and cold.
Alone, cold, and broken.
Alone, cold, broken, and lost.
Alone, cold, broken, lost.
Alone, cold, broken, lost.
He wanted Virgil.
No.
He needed Virgil.
He needed his VIrgil. His love. His life.
His knees gave out.
He fell to the floor with a bang.
His vision clouded.
He c-...brea-...
Black.
Everything went black.
Remus walked upstairs after hearing a thud.
"Ro? You doing ok?"
There was his brother.
Lying on the floor.
His skin pale.
Pale and sunken in.
'Had he not been taking care of himself still?'
'Virgil's been gone less then twenty-four hours.'
'It's not that.'
The Duke walked over kneeling infront of him.
He has a pulse. He's alive.
He sighed and picked him up.
Remus stumbled.
He was light. Too light.
'No. Nonononono. NO!'
'He was eating! I watched him eat! How is he so light!'
He craddled him close.
"I'm sorry."
The side in green walked into the Prince's room. He laid him on the bed, drapping the duvet over him.
"I wish you were still here Virgil...he needs you."
He sat placing his head in his hands.
"We all need you Virgil."
There was a crash. Followed by laughing.
