Pogma/Rebellion fics

~[Till Death Do Us Part]~ Pocket x Enigma

Genre: Angst

Ship: Pocket x Enigma (Pogma/Rebellion)

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As Pocket and the 5 standing members stood around together at the trial grounds, those words processed in his head, he finally realized what Enigma had said, those three painful words. He felt like he had just experienced the most dreadful backstab of his life, he felt so betrayed by his friend- no, Enigma was more than that to the Ultimate Baseball Star, he loved Enigma, he loved the blueberry oh so much, and to hear what he had heard made his heart shatter into a million pieces, his hope was shattered. 

Enigma had looked around at his friend's faces, their faces of hurt, anger and pain. He knows he hurt them all, it really wasn't intentional, he didn't want to, but in a killing game, you don't have a choice, now do you? He looked down at the pedestal he was standing on, unable to look at the faces of disgust from his broken friends, Cancel, Corza, Anon, Rox and Pocket.

No one could muster any words out to break the thick mist of silence, especially as they were all processing Enigma's words. "I'm the mastermind..." Those three soul-shattering words haunted everyone. The one person who they had all trusted, had turned out to be the person puling the strings of this twisted killing game. 

"You... You son of a bitch.." Cancel was the first to pipe up, she had her arms crossed tightly, gripping her upper arms with force, stress and anxiety taking over her mind, as she was staring at the grey tiled and red carpeted floor, her long silky black hair blocked everyone's view of her pale face.

Corza didn't say anything, as he just pulled down his black beanie, to cover his face, as he was struggling to hold back his emotions much longer. After Cross' death, he had tried to distance himself from everyone, he no longer trusted them, as they had taken someone most dear to him away, he couldn't bare that feeling once, but he couldn't live with the feeling this time, as he even blames himself for Cross' death, so now, as he's found out that Enigma was the one behind this twisted murder party, he felt sick to his stomach, he trusted Enigma a lot, and had entrusted him with some of his past, so he felt so betrayed and double-crossed.

Anon just pulled up his black hood, so it covered most of his face and his features, and he stood there silent as a mouse, before adding to this 'conversation' of pain. "This is why... We shouldn't get attached.. It will, only pull us down." Anon didn't look at anyone, he just stared at his own pedestal, with a face that was devoid of all emotions, as he said no more.

Rox was more than hurt, Enigma was her best friend, and the two got on so well together. She felt so stupid for not realizing he was the Mastermind sooner, maybe she could've save Rissi and Twin, she could've saved everyone, but no, she failed, and now she'd have to live with that fact, well, that would be if she was able to escape this prison of an ice building.

And Pocket, Pocket was... he was so hurt, so in pain. He didn't want to believe that his lovely little blueberry was the sick mastermind pulling the strings in this sick game of kill or be killed, he couldn't believe it, he wouldn't! Never in a million years would he believe Enigma of all people would cause so much pain and suffering to his friends, he just wouldn't, no matter how much evidence there was to prove him otherwise. 

Pocket had given up in keeping in his emotions any longer, as he'd been keeping in all of this pain throughout this entire game, he couldn't bottle it up any longer, so he cried. He tried to keep in the tears, the tears of suffering and betrayal, that stung like acid on his ghostly white cheeks, and ran down, jumping onto the floor as quickly as they appeared. Pocket shook his head, trying everything to keep those tears of emotions hidden and kept away from others to see, but to no avail.