On The Count Of Three

"Evan! Evan, I need you to talk to me, buddy. Can you do that for me, yeah?"

The words were distorted, as if somebody was talking to him through an old radio speaker and Evan could barely understand what was being said. His ears were ringing- a high pitched screaming sound that blocked out most of the world- and his head felt to heavy to hold up on its own anymore. He could taste blood on his tongue and the smell of burning that surrounded him made him scared to open his eyes.

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Pairings: unrequited Tyvan & vanoo
Warnings: swearing, blood, wounds, violence, drug reference, death mention & guns.