show me what you're made of || laurent vs beck
Apr 11, 2020 13:06:22 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Apr 11, 2020 13:06:22 GMT -5
Beck had fallen into the place between life and death. Relentless as the rain, his lashes fluttered against his cheeks as he succumbed to exhaustion. The world was made up of neither space nor time as he tried to sink into an unconsciousness that, surely, would be more peaceful than this terrible limbo. But he didn't dare to chase it too far, waking up again was a priceless luxury.
He had a promise to keep, after all.
A reluctant smile creeps across his lips when he thinks of Sophie. He wonders if she's settling down for the anthem right now. Whether she's stocked up on food and water since yesterday. Has she found shelter from the rain?
Did she miss him at all?
He's decided he hates her, just a little bit. Yes, she'd saved him from himself and from this terrible optimism that had infected him since childhood but he didn't ask her to do any of that. So he has to resent her. Things hadn't been so awful when they'd been together so why couldn't she have just kept playing along? Even if just for a little while longer. Silence had never been so uncomfortable when he'd shared it with her.
Ah, he really has gone mad. That makes him laugh just a bit.
He doesn't know how long he lays there, caught in daydreams that are much sweeter than the alternative. He dares to pretend that maybe he could have crossed paths with his friends outside of the arena. Then they could have been really truly happy. Not only within the silver lining of this terrible place but also in every space between.
Just the fact that it was a possibility is comforting enough.
The Anthem resonates across the open field he'd been sheltering within, forcing his eyes open and stealing his smile. "Great, this shit again." Propping himself up on his elbows he turns his gaze to the storm struck sky, waiting for ghosts to silhouette themselves against it.
And Beck didn't really know what he was expecting.
But it certainly wasn't that.
Sophie Fray steals the air from his lungs and the ground from beneath his feet. She ruins him, then and there, in a way he'd never thought possible.(I'll protect you, best I can.)
His stained glass promises lay shattered at his feet. The few that he'd said and the thousand more he hadn't.
"Why?" His voice shakes and his skin burns white hot. He hits the ground in front of him, he hits whatever he can reach as hard as he can. Until grief weeps from the split skin of his knuckles and it hurts half as bad as the rest of him. "I would have died for you so why couldn't you have just stayed by me!?"
She doesn't answer, though.
--
Silas is dead. Juliet is dead. Noel is dead. Sophie is dead.
He's killed William Cubs and he's killed Gala Thomas.
He's all alone.
There's too much to feel so Beck hollows himself out. When dawn breaks he tells himself he has to move. And then he moves. It's easier to walk on one leg if you try to forget what it was like to ever have had two. He fools himself into believing that the pain is meant to be there because that makes it bearable.
It's all his fault. He'd dared believed in something so of course they found a way to take everything. His friends. His humanity. His body.
He finds himself returning to the village hidden among the trees, though the vibrant memories it contains have gone grey around the edges. The walkways are much tougher to traverse with his center of balance so skewed. Wouldn't that be a fitting end? Beck Hailsham killed by the fall from his ivory tower.
At least then he could claim his death with his own hands.
The last thing he wants is to stumble upon was a familiar face. So of course he finds Laurent, looking worse for the wear, staring dejectedly at something over a bridge railing.
For one unbearable second anger flashes across his features. "Did you do it?" He'd not known Noel very well. He could call her no more a sister than a friendly acquaintance. They'd shared smiles and solemn greetings in passing, maybe a conversation here and there. But still, he felt he owed her something.
Perhaps that was vengeance.
"Did you kill Noel in her sleep?" His axe knows the taste of blood well by now, he's beginning to think it hungers for it, "Because I can't think of any other way she'd be dead and you'd still be here, Laurent."
{beck attacks laurent -- axe}
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{Deep Gash on Left Bicep -- 8.0 damage}
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{Deep Gash on Left Bicep -- 8.0 damage}