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When Etho kills Pause, Beef swears that he will do anything he can to avenge his death. However, there's more to this slaying than what meets the eye, and soon Beef finds himself entangled in a mystery that just won't be solved. But he can't back down – giving up would mean abandoning not only Pause, but Etho as well. Somehow, Beef will find his answers... even it means forfeiting his life.
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Prompt: Person A is unexpectedly killed by Person B, and no one but Person C knows about it. Person C was friends with both People A & B, but after the incident they are furious with person B. Person C will do anything to avenge Person A's death.
I expanded mightily on this. I hope you don't mind, Gummy D:
Also, I don't think I've ever been more nervous to post something than I am in this moment. I suppose it has something to do with writing for someone else, and not just your own personal amusement...?
I will say that I went a little overboard on this. I've planned out ten individual chapters and have completed six. I was hoping to finish the whole story before the prompt swap deadline, but alas, life is a terrible obstacle, indeed.
Because this is chaptered, I'm hoping for a bit of feedback as to when I should post the chapters, as I don't particularly want to spam the site. Would once every two or so days be too often?
Also, if anyone would be willing to perhaps beta for the other chapters before I post them, I would be forever grateful!
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Later, Beef would remember that his hair had stood on end and his mouth had dried up as he moved to open the door. Back then, he had chalked it up to nervous energy for their upcoming prank and nothing more – Zisteau was never an easy target, after all, and anything to do with him came with the risk of swift retribution. Later, though, he had wondered why he hadn’t at least partially recognized his odd feeling for what it was. It wasn’t that he had been blissfully ignorant, either; he had felt something off about the situation. Perhaps it had been the tang of copper in the air, something he hadn’t been able to distinguish from the wind in that moment. Maybe it had been the heaviness of the atmosphere, as if the sky was caving in around him. Most likely of all, it was the all-encompassing quiet, a silence that shouldn’t have been present if Pause had been there. And he should have been there.
Despite the feeling that set his teeth on edge, he had powered through it, stepping on the pressure plates that would open the door with an easy air. The door swooshed open, retracting into the wall beside him as he stepped into the entryway. He hadn’t bothered to knock – he never bothered to knock. Pause and Etho were generally caught up in some petty argument when he arrived anyway, eliminating the need for any such pounding upon the entryway. Neither would break their argument and come to the door without another drawn-out and only half-friendly fight, so there really wasn’t any reason to bother.
Additionally, even if Pause hadn’t arrived (which would be highly unusual for him), Etho would be (more often than not) engrossed in some sort of experiment or test. This would make it so he would be so focused on whatever he was doing that he wouldn’t hear anything else, unless it was a danger to his own health.
Etho’s instincts had always been odd like that. A friend walking in equated to no real response on his part, but if a spider happened to so much as place one hairy leg upon the man’s tile flooring, it would be immediately and mercilessly slain.
For Pause, however, it was quite the opposite. Pause heard everyone – if a sound happened to be human or originate from a human, he had a knack for capturing that sound and turning it around with amazing force. If you were a friend, this was quite helpful: Pause could easily locate and beat down any human threat that happened to knock at your door, or just find you almost immediately within any environment. If you were an enemy, however – well, you wouldn’t really have time to regret sneaking up on him, anyway, so it didn’t really matter.
Unfortunately, Pause did have one major weakness: he was almost deaf when it came to animals, mobs, and various other ways one could die. He’d look at an enderman, let a creeper explode at his back, get quite nearly torn apart by a spider, or almost fall into lava with no real effort on his part. It would just happen. For some reason, the man was simply hopeless when it came to the environment around him.
To sum it up in the most basic of terms, while Beef wasn’t too concerned with startling Etho, he was concerned that Pause hadn’t popped up from seemingly nowhere in order to startle him (which wouldn’t be much of a feat, in Beef’s current state, but still). Mostly, however, he was nervous that he simply couldn’t hear anything – not joking, not laughter, not another damn argument that had no real end. In Beef’s experience, too much quiet (especially from those two) was disconcerting above all, as his ears were more than trained to pick up any little squeak from either mouth. He wasn’t missing anything, either – though Beef could be dense at times, he certainly wasn’t deaf. “Etho?” he called almost nervously into the interior of the oddly darkened laboratory. “Pause?”
But there was no response. Sweeping his eyes past the Community Zisteau and onto the multitude of potion-related chests, Beef briefly wondered if he had misheard the meeting place or if he had gone mildly insane. Sighing and wondering if he should just go home, he continued to move through the shop portion of EthoCorp, peering into the chests with mild interest. This half of the building was open to anyone, and looked well trodden, to say the least. While Beef wasn’t a frequent customer, he could certainly see where many hands had worn parts of the store, especially the chests containing potions with good effects – regeneration and instant health especially. Apparently, business was good.
Always a builder, Beef’s gaze wandered toward the heavy-looking iron door that separated the interior of the shop from its basement and second floor. The additions to the building at large were things he knew were there but had never explored, and he was dreadfully curious. Glancing furtively about and finally deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to just take a quick look around, he ignored his mind’s warning that curiosity killed the cat and swung the door inward on well-oiled hinges.
Up the stairs first, then, Beef decided as he regarded the ladders that would take him to the basement with distaste. Honestly, what was Etho’s fascination with the things? At least the stairs were nice. Made of quartz and more cyan clay, they wound up the side of the building in a satisfying manner. Nodding to himself, Beef moved languidly up the staircase, taking his sweet time. Since his teammates weren’t here, he had time to kill. He’d ream them out about tardiness later.
At the top of the stairs, Beef paused for a moment to take in the late-afternoon sunlight as it spilled over Spawn Town. Etho’s building on the fringe of town gave a nice overview of the surrounding terrain, and the bearded man frowned in appreciation before stepping forward eagerly to take in the sight of EthoCorp’s almost loft-like second floor.
That had been a mistake. Tripping over his own feet in horrible surprise, Beef grabbed on to the wall, attempting to steady himself even as his gut and heart sank into the floor. He had found his friends – they hadn’t been late, after all. It was an odd thing to fixate on, but it was the only thing he could think of in that moment.
Etho – his friend, his comrade – was poised above the unmoving shape of Pause, his breathing heavy and his muscles visibly tense, even from across the room. In his grip hung a diamond sword, dripping with recently spilled blood – blood that was landing upon its apparent source, a too-still Pause. Pause had never been that still before. He was always moving – always. And now he was… lifeless. Absolutely, unequivocally… he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Taking in the information at hand in the space of a single terrifying, horrific second, Beef’s eyes widened, his forward momentum jerked to a halt and his body locked itself in place in pure, unadulterated shock. Without thinking, his mouth spoke what first came to his tongue. “E-etho…? Is that… what have you done?”
The man in question spun from where he was hunched over his victim’s still corpse, his mismatched eyes burning with a fire that Beef had never seen in the younger man’s gaze. It wasn’t the burning passion he had seen many times before – for the game, for life, for his friends… no, it was a burning hatred – but of what, Beef couldn’t tell. He can’t hate… me?
When the two locked gazes, the world truly did come to a shuddering halt – for a moment, everything was still. The two Canadians stared at each other, neither making a move. Beef’s hand itched for the sword slung at his back, and Etho’s grip remained around the hilt of his bloodied diamond sword. Neither could make a move without the other retaliating, forming an uneasy stalemate. In the stillness, blood seeped into the cracks between the quartz tiles and ran across the surface of others, some trails spilling down the set of half-stairs that divided the second floor and the rest beginning to lick hungrily at Etho’s boots. It was a macabre picture that the older man knew he would never be able to erase from his mind.
“Etho?” Beef questioned numbly, working around the lead bar his tongue had become.
“I – I,” Etho stuttered for a moment, part of the anger in his eyes dying away. “I didn’t… I…”
“You didn’t what?” Beef breathed, hoping against hope that there was an explanation for this seemingly senseless tragedy. But what explanation could justify the dead man at Etho’s feet? Pause, the man who had been their friend – who had been the third member of their team, the one who had brought them together in the first place? What could possibly explain why he was dead on the floor?
Instead of providing an answer, Etho’s next words were almost pleading. “You wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t!” The last word had the masked man’s voice taking on a dangerous edge, eyes narrowing until all Beef could see was the dark gray of one iris – almost like an abyss – and the blood red of the other, a match to the lifeblood which had just been spilled.
There was silence for a moment longer. Beef broke the stare they were locked into, forcing his gaze to travel over Pause’s still form. His throat was cut – no, torn. His eyes were still open, dulled with fear and glazed with death. It didn’t make sense. None of this made any sense.
“I… I can’t let you get away with this, you know,” Beef choked out, tearing his eyes away from the scene at his feet and back to Etho, their gazes locking once more. Blood leaked from a cut above the man’s dark eye, running down his cheekbone and disappearing into the navy material that made up his mask. “I’ll have to report it to Guude. You’ll be… driven out for this, if not killed. You know that, right?”
In retrospect, he shouldn’t have said what he did in that moment. But even though the evidence to Etho’s sudden madness was laid out on the ground in front of him, some part of the older man still trusted the younger enough to where he didn’t think about the potential consequences of what slipped carelessly from his tongue.
Faster than Beef could blink – much less respond – the stalemate was broken. Etho slammed Beef against the wall behind him in an uncharacteristic display of anger, his eyes narrowed in fury. The breath was knocked abruptly from Beef’s lungs, and as he hit the clay behind him, a choking sound emanated from his throat. The sound itself was more from surprise than actual pain, but in that moment, Beef wasn’t sure if there was a true difference. For a moment, he struggled in a futile attempt to free himself, but Etho had always been so much stronger than he. The man was made of lean muscle, and, well… Beef was not.
Slowly, Etho leaned closer, never breaking eye contact. Beef could feel the man’s breath, hot and heavy against his throat. Beef flinched back in a hopeless attempt to escape Etho’s drowning gaze, but could only manage to press himself more firmly into the wall, furthering his own trap. “No one can know about this,” the silver-haired man ground out eventually, having apparently decided that his intimidation was working. And it was – the sad part was that it was. Beef gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing. What was to happen to him? Had Etho truly gone mad? “No one,” the masked man continued dangerously, interrupting Beef’s thoughts. “If someone finds out, I’ll know it came from you.”
Beef grunted, and Etho’s grip on him tightened. “Understand?” he demanded again, looming over him even though they were the same height.
“U-understood,” Beef managed. What else could he say or do? Etho’s body weight was pressing him uncomfortably into the hardened clay behind him, his body was weak from the shock; and, above all, he was trapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was hot and angry and frightened – he had never seen Etho like this. Sweat ran down the other man’s face in rivulets. His body language quite nearly screamed killing intent, and his eyes were wide, angry – and… frightened?
Just when Beef was leaning in to take a closer look at the emotion behind the younger man’s mismatched eyes, Etho stepped away, releasing his death grip on the older man. Shocked by the loss of body contact, Beef dropped like a stone, down on the concrete in a flash. Though disorientated, he managed to find his bearings and looked up, only to meet those distinctive eyes once again. In response, Etho fell into a crouch, leaning over him in a lazy fashion that terrified the bearded man.
“I should kill you,” Etho said eventually, his tone almost blasé. “It would be easier that way.”
Beef wanted to ask, ‘For me or for you?’ – he really did. But he couldn’t get his muscles to cooperate, couldn’t get himself to move his body to defend his own life. It was all so surreal. This wasn’t the Etho he knew – this wasn’t the Etho anyone knew. It felt like there was a stranger in that room, and Beef couldn’t make any sense of it. He could only watch as the man’s eyes hardened – could only flinch as Etho ran his own thumb along the edge of his blade until he drew blood. He could only grit his teeth and close his eyes as Etho leaned even further forward, until the younger man’s masked lips nearly touched his ear.
“But I won’t.” It was the quietest of whispers, to the point where Beef could barely hear it, even with Etho’s mouth a hair’s breadth away from his ear. “I know you don’t understand. I know that you can’t understand, not yet. But trust me, Beef – it’s better this way.” Then he stood, breaking his contact with Beef and backing up, putting a few feet in between them.
For a moment, Beef just sat slumped against that damned wall, breathing heavily and sporadically releasing shaky sobs into the room, regardless of what Etho might think. What was the point of appearances? Pause was dead. Etho had gone mad. Assuming Etho didn’t go ahead and kill him… what was he going to do?
Etho raised his sword. “I’m sorry, Beef.”
The world went black.
When Etho kills Pause, Beef swears that he will do anything he can to avenge his death. However, there's more to this slaying than what meets the eye, and soon Beef finds himself entangled in a mystery that just won't be solved. But he can't back down – giving up would mean abandoning not only Pause, but Etho as well. Somehow, Beef will find his answers... even it means forfeiting his life.
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Prompt: Person A is unexpectedly killed by Person B, and no one but Person C knows about it. Person C was friends with both People A & B, but after the incident they are furious with person B. Person C will do anything to avenge Person A's death.
I expanded mightily on this. I hope you don't mind, Gummy D:
Also, I don't think I've ever been more nervous to post something than I am in this moment. I suppose it has something to do with writing for someone else, and not just your own personal amusement...?
I will say that I went a little overboard on this. I've planned out ten individual chapters and have completed six. I was hoping to finish the whole story before the prompt swap deadline, but alas, life is a terrible obstacle, indeed.
Because this is chaptered, I'm hoping for a bit of feedback as to when I should post the chapters, as I don't particularly want to spam the site. Would once every two or so days be too often?
Also, if anyone would be willing to perhaps beta for the other chapters before I post them, I would be forever grateful!
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Later, Beef would remember that his hair had stood on end and his mouth had dried up as he moved to open the door. Back then, he had chalked it up to nervous energy for their upcoming prank and nothing more – Zisteau was never an easy target, after all, and anything to do with him came with the risk of swift retribution. Later, though, he had wondered why he hadn’t at least partially recognized his odd feeling for what it was. It wasn’t that he had been blissfully ignorant, either; he had felt something off about the situation. Perhaps it had been the tang of copper in the air, something he hadn’t been able to distinguish from the wind in that moment. Maybe it had been the heaviness of the atmosphere, as if the sky was caving in around him. Most likely of all, it was the all-encompassing quiet, a silence that shouldn’t have been present if Pause had been there. And he should have been there.
Despite the feeling that set his teeth on edge, he had powered through it, stepping on the pressure plates that would open the door with an easy air. The door swooshed open, retracting into the wall beside him as he stepped into the entryway. He hadn’t bothered to knock – he never bothered to knock. Pause and Etho were generally caught up in some petty argument when he arrived anyway, eliminating the need for any such pounding upon the entryway. Neither would break their argument and come to the door without another drawn-out and only half-friendly fight, so there really wasn’t any reason to bother.
Additionally, even if Pause hadn’t arrived (which would be highly unusual for him), Etho would be (more often than not) engrossed in some sort of experiment or test. This would make it so he would be so focused on whatever he was doing that he wouldn’t hear anything else, unless it was a danger to his own health.
Etho’s instincts had always been odd like that. A friend walking in equated to no real response on his part, but if a spider happened to so much as place one hairy leg upon the man’s tile flooring, it would be immediately and mercilessly slain.
For Pause, however, it was quite the opposite. Pause heard everyone – if a sound happened to be human or originate from a human, he had a knack for capturing that sound and turning it around with amazing force. If you were a friend, this was quite helpful: Pause could easily locate and beat down any human threat that happened to knock at your door, or just find you almost immediately within any environment. If you were an enemy, however – well, you wouldn’t really have time to regret sneaking up on him, anyway, so it didn’t really matter.
Unfortunately, Pause did have one major weakness: he was almost deaf when it came to animals, mobs, and various other ways one could die. He’d look at an enderman, let a creeper explode at his back, get quite nearly torn apart by a spider, or almost fall into lava with no real effort on his part. It would just happen. For some reason, the man was simply hopeless when it came to the environment around him.
To sum it up in the most basic of terms, while Beef wasn’t too concerned with startling Etho, he was concerned that Pause hadn’t popped up from seemingly nowhere in order to startle him (which wouldn’t be much of a feat, in Beef’s current state, but still). Mostly, however, he was nervous that he simply couldn’t hear anything – not joking, not laughter, not another damn argument that had no real end. In Beef’s experience, too much quiet (especially from those two) was disconcerting above all, as his ears were more than trained to pick up any little squeak from either mouth. He wasn’t missing anything, either – though Beef could be dense at times, he certainly wasn’t deaf. “Etho?” he called almost nervously into the interior of the oddly darkened laboratory. “Pause?”
But there was no response. Sweeping his eyes past the Community Zisteau and onto the multitude of potion-related chests, Beef briefly wondered if he had misheard the meeting place or if he had gone mildly insane. Sighing and wondering if he should just go home, he continued to move through the shop portion of EthoCorp, peering into the chests with mild interest. This half of the building was open to anyone, and looked well trodden, to say the least. While Beef wasn’t a frequent customer, he could certainly see where many hands had worn parts of the store, especially the chests containing potions with good effects – regeneration and instant health especially. Apparently, business was good.
Always a builder, Beef’s gaze wandered toward the heavy-looking iron door that separated the interior of the shop from its basement and second floor. The additions to the building at large were things he knew were there but had never explored, and he was dreadfully curious. Glancing furtively about and finally deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to just take a quick look around, he ignored his mind’s warning that curiosity killed the cat and swung the door inward on well-oiled hinges.
Up the stairs first, then, Beef decided as he regarded the ladders that would take him to the basement with distaste. Honestly, what was Etho’s fascination with the things? At least the stairs were nice. Made of quartz and more cyan clay, they wound up the side of the building in a satisfying manner. Nodding to himself, Beef moved languidly up the staircase, taking his sweet time. Since his teammates weren’t here, he had time to kill. He’d ream them out about tardiness later.
At the top of the stairs, Beef paused for a moment to take in the late-afternoon sunlight as it spilled over Spawn Town. Etho’s building on the fringe of town gave a nice overview of the surrounding terrain, and the bearded man frowned in appreciation before stepping forward eagerly to take in the sight of EthoCorp’s almost loft-like second floor.
That had been a mistake. Tripping over his own feet in horrible surprise, Beef grabbed on to the wall, attempting to steady himself even as his gut and heart sank into the floor. He had found his friends – they hadn’t been late, after all. It was an odd thing to fixate on, but it was the only thing he could think of in that moment.
Etho – his friend, his comrade – was poised above the unmoving shape of Pause, his breathing heavy and his muscles visibly tense, even from across the room. In his grip hung a diamond sword, dripping with recently spilled blood – blood that was landing upon its apparent source, a too-still Pause. Pause had never been that still before. He was always moving – always. And now he was… lifeless. Absolutely, unequivocally… he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
Taking in the information at hand in the space of a single terrifying, horrific second, Beef’s eyes widened, his forward momentum jerked to a halt and his body locked itself in place in pure, unadulterated shock. Without thinking, his mouth spoke what first came to his tongue. “E-etho…? Is that… what have you done?”
The man in question spun from where he was hunched over his victim’s still corpse, his mismatched eyes burning with a fire that Beef had never seen in the younger man’s gaze. It wasn’t the burning passion he had seen many times before – for the game, for life, for his friends… no, it was a burning hatred – but of what, Beef couldn’t tell. He can’t hate… me?
When the two locked gazes, the world truly did come to a shuddering halt – for a moment, everything was still. The two Canadians stared at each other, neither making a move. Beef’s hand itched for the sword slung at his back, and Etho’s grip remained around the hilt of his bloodied diamond sword. Neither could make a move without the other retaliating, forming an uneasy stalemate. In the stillness, blood seeped into the cracks between the quartz tiles and ran across the surface of others, some trails spilling down the set of half-stairs that divided the second floor and the rest beginning to lick hungrily at Etho’s boots. It was a macabre picture that the older man knew he would never be able to erase from his mind.
“Etho?” Beef questioned numbly, working around the lead bar his tongue had become.
“I – I,” Etho stuttered for a moment, part of the anger in his eyes dying away. “I didn’t… I…”
“You didn’t what?” Beef breathed, hoping against hope that there was an explanation for this seemingly senseless tragedy. But what explanation could justify the dead man at Etho’s feet? Pause, the man who had been their friend – who had been the third member of their team, the one who had brought them together in the first place? What could possibly explain why he was dead on the floor?
Instead of providing an answer, Etho’s next words were almost pleading. “You wouldn’t understand. Couldn’t!” The last word had the masked man’s voice taking on a dangerous edge, eyes narrowing until all Beef could see was the dark gray of one iris – almost like an abyss – and the blood red of the other, a match to the lifeblood which had just been spilled.
There was silence for a moment longer. Beef broke the stare they were locked into, forcing his gaze to travel over Pause’s still form. His throat was cut – no, torn. His eyes were still open, dulled with fear and glazed with death. It didn’t make sense. None of this made any sense.
“I… I can’t let you get away with this, you know,” Beef choked out, tearing his eyes away from the scene at his feet and back to Etho, their gazes locking once more. Blood leaked from a cut above the man’s dark eye, running down his cheekbone and disappearing into the navy material that made up his mask. “I’ll have to report it to Guude. You’ll be… driven out for this, if not killed. You know that, right?”
In retrospect, he shouldn’t have said what he did in that moment. But even though the evidence to Etho’s sudden madness was laid out on the ground in front of him, some part of the older man still trusted the younger enough to where he didn’t think about the potential consequences of what slipped carelessly from his tongue.
Faster than Beef could blink – much less respond – the stalemate was broken. Etho slammed Beef against the wall behind him in an uncharacteristic display of anger, his eyes narrowed in fury. The breath was knocked abruptly from Beef’s lungs, and as he hit the clay behind him, a choking sound emanated from his throat. The sound itself was more from surprise than actual pain, but in that moment, Beef wasn’t sure if there was a true difference. For a moment, he struggled in a futile attempt to free himself, but Etho had always been so much stronger than he. The man was made of lean muscle, and, well… Beef was not.
Slowly, Etho leaned closer, never breaking eye contact. Beef could feel the man’s breath, hot and heavy against his throat. Beef flinched back in a hopeless attempt to escape Etho’s drowning gaze, but could only manage to press himself more firmly into the wall, furthering his own trap. “No one can know about this,” the silver-haired man ground out eventually, having apparently decided that his intimidation was working. And it was – the sad part was that it was. Beef gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing. What was to happen to him? Had Etho truly gone mad? “No one,” the masked man continued dangerously, interrupting Beef’s thoughts. “If someone finds out, I’ll know it came from you.”
Beef grunted, and Etho’s grip on him tightened. “Understand?” he demanded again, looming over him even though they were the same height.
“U-understood,” Beef managed. What else could he say or do? Etho’s body weight was pressing him uncomfortably into the hardened clay behind him, his body was weak from the shock; and, above all, he was trapped. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was hot and angry and frightened – he had never seen Etho like this. Sweat ran down the other man’s face in rivulets. His body language quite nearly screamed killing intent, and his eyes were wide, angry – and… frightened?
Just when Beef was leaning in to take a closer look at the emotion behind the younger man’s mismatched eyes, Etho stepped away, releasing his death grip on the older man. Shocked by the loss of body contact, Beef dropped like a stone, down on the concrete in a flash. Though disorientated, he managed to find his bearings and looked up, only to meet those distinctive eyes once again. In response, Etho fell into a crouch, leaning over him in a lazy fashion that terrified the bearded man.
“I should kill you,” Etho said eventually, his tone almost blasé. “It would be easier that way.”
Beef wanted to ask, ‘For me or for you?’ – he really did. But he couldn’t get his muscles to cooperate, couldn’t get himself to move his body to defend his own life. It was all so surreal. This wasn’t the Etho he knew – this wasn’t the Etho anyone knew. It felt like there was a stranger in that room, and Beef couldn’t make any sense of it. He could only watch as the man’s eyes hardened – could only flinch as Etho ran his own thumb along the edge of his blade until he drew blood. He could only grit his teeth and close his eyes as Etho leaned even further forward, until the younger man’s masked lips nearly touched his ear.
“But I won’t.” It was the quietest of whispers, to the point where Beef could barely hear it, even with Etho’s mouth a hair’s breadth away from his ear. “I know you don’t understand. I know that you can’t understand, not yet. But trust me, Beef – it’s better this way.” Then he stood, breaking his contact with Beef and backing up, putting a few feet in between them.
For a moment, Beef just sat slumped against that damned wall, breathing heavily and sporadically releasing shaky sobs into the room, regardless of what Etho might think. What was the point of appearances? Pause was dead. Etho had gone mad. Assuming Etho didn’t go ahead and kill him… what was he going to do?
Etho raised his sword. “I’m sorry, Beef.”
The world went black.
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Date: Friday, July 18th, 2014 06:36 pm (UTC)Thank you for the kind words!
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Date: Friday, July 18th, 2014 07:22 am (UTC)That's all I have to say.
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Date: Saturday, August 2nd, 2014 04:33 am (UTC)After a family emergency I returned home like a week ago. But then totally forgot to check to see who wrote my prompt. Sooo yeah.
(Excuses, excuses, I knooow. :( )
But oh. my. gosh. This turned out amazing! <3