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writing challenge 2

Another writing challenge with friends!!
Im doing Reaper76 with the prompt in the cover.
Angst fic
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Soldier76 Pov

The walls and floor all looked the same to him now.
His boots dragged, and he could feel the glass of his visor cutting at his cheek, half shattered from the fight her rely just got out of.
Blood stained his clothes, his shirt and jacket ripped, and his fingers dug into his side to prevent the blood from the gunshot their.

Dragging himself down the hall of the abandoned warehouse, he managed to find a unlocked door, a old office by the looks of it, and closed the door behind him.
Stumbling foreword, he made his new home on the floor, it him, his blood, and the concrete below him that threatened to suffocate him with dust.
He could feel hos conciusness fade in and out, and he would laugh if ot didn't hurt his chest so much.
The thought of after all these years, dying alone on a storehouses floor of all places, he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry.
With that bitter thought, he blacked out, finding comfort of the familiar jacket wrapped around hos broken body.

Reaper Pov

I had known he was their. I had seen the men he left behind, torn to bits with bullet shells littering the floor.
He had watched as a bullet pierced hos body, how he stiffled a yell, and finished the job.
He had known where jack was, even as he dragged his body into s abandoned warehouse, not thst long a walk from the bloody scene.

It wasn't hard to find him, following the bloody trail and handprint on the wall where he undoubtedly supported himself so he wouldn't pass out.
And their he lay, where he did pass out, on the floor of an old office.

He should feel hate in his stomach, not a dull ache of longing.
That old soldier, crumpled on the ground in a puddle of his own blood, who had ignored hid supposed friend until they both died and became ghosts.
And even then he didn't let them find peace.
No, Jack could never settle like that.

Of course, Jack was still a soldier.
He awoke with the shadowed figure above him.

Soldier76 Pov

I knew something was wrong, dragging me from my blissful sleep.
I knew i was still alive from the pain that thrummed through his body, threatening to make me snap my jaw with how tight i gripped it.
But thats not where my focus was as of now.
No, it was on the cloaked man in front of me; dressed in all black robes, with a white mask perched on his face.
He wouldnt have even known it was a man, if it wasn't for the fact that their paths had crossed before.
But usually their encounters ended with them both with guns pointed at eachother.
"what do you want, Reaper?"
He spit out, sitting up as best he could with the hole in his side. He could feel reapers eyes on him, without even seeing them.

"Is it so wrong that i want to watch you die, Jack? Perhaps this time one of us will stay dead."
Came reapers voice.

Jack wanted to claw his ears off almost as much as he wanted to hear that voice again.
It was just a phantom of the man he once knew, once ached for, but noe it was just a deep ache in his gut that made him wish the blast had been his end.

"No...if anything, im glad you found me."
he said, getting both arms under him, before forcing himself to sit up.
he couldnt stiffle the groan this time, body burning as he leaned against the wall, sitting as he looked up st the ghost of his past and all of his future.

Reaper Pov

"oh? and whys that?"
he murmured, eyes downcast, eyeing the wounds that marred the old soldiers skin.

"I...I couldnt go, not without talking with you."
Jack said, breath nothing more than a wheeze, but reaper could still hear the strong thud of his living heart.
"look, Gabe...I Regret everything. All of it. what happened to you, to me, what happened that night.."
reaper could feel his stomach drop, in the unpleasent way that always made his scowl deepen.

"Things could have been different..We didnt need to have this fate. if i had only seen that, i-"
jack continued, before reaper held up a hand for him to shut up. he looked stubborn, but reaper cut in before he could continue.

"Do you really feel any remorse for them? To Me?"
his voice was a rasp, deep and filled with emotion. Rage, and what jack felt was the edge of tears.

"I didnt- I didnt mean to. This wasnt what i wanted!"
Jack said, voice raised, not quite offended but stubborn to get his point across with what energy he had left.
"You meant the world to me, Gabe, I should have protected you.."
he said, voice cracking.

Reaper wished his visor hadnt cracked, because it was hard to feel the rage he wanted while looking st those pretty blue eyes, only brighter as tears pooled, threatening to fall.
he reached up, unclasping his own mask.
"Perhaps you should have considered that before you killed us both, Jack. Do you still find me beautiful, little soldier?"
he sneered, as he revealed his face.

Jack wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to curl up and pretend none of it had happened.
that was his gabe, the soldier he had called his right hand, his best friend, his maybe-something-more.
But it wasnt at the same time.
his face was scarred, burn marks dappling his skin, his eyes no longer their chocolate brown that always seemed to melt when he smiled,  but a red hue like blood instead.
he was beautiful and horrifying all at once, and this was undoubtedly the man jack loved.

"Yes, your beautiful, Gabe..im so sorry it took me so long to say it.."
He said honestly, breath hiccuped. breaking down, curling as he sobbed, the pain physically and mentally too much.
He was suprised when he felt a hand grip the bullet wound, more of a graze really, before he screamed as it pulled it tight.

And then, it was miraculously healed.
Reaper had healed him.
Reaper t go, and jack fell back down to the ground.
"I didnt deserve that Reaper..just let me die,"
He said bitterly, looking up at the man.

"No..Death is not the same without life, my love. And i will enjoy watching you suffer until we both find our peace, together."
The reaper would  claim his soul another day.