#an end

An End Has a Start (MonsterVerse, Godzilla: King of the Monsters)

(1) A Start - [1/1] - PG Madison wants to reconnect with her father. Mark tries communicating, too. Sort've. ONE SHOT. (2) An End - [7/10] - PG-13 (1-7) - to -M (8-11) A Titan trapped in the Colorado mountains threatens to take what little family Madison has left, and Godzilla's not around to help.

Fandom: DCMK Characters: Hakuba Saguru, Gin Blurb: Saguru had figured, upon being brought into this mission, that the odds of everyone making it out alive would be difficult when facing this shadowy group that, according to Kudo, had nearly killed him multiple times as he sought to take them down while undercover. But to have no one live? To have Gin kill them all? He found that difficult to believe. Content Warnings: blood, shooting, guns, injuries

Saguru felt the sting of the bullet clipping his ear before the CRACK of gunfire reached him. Another bullet bit into the concrete at his feet, forcing him to skid to a stop or risk tripping head long into the snarled hedges cutting off his escape route.

He swore under his breath and darted to the right, searching for an opening in the overgrown greenery, his hand clenching tight around the blue sapphire gem that Kuroba had said under no circumstances could be taken by the figure chasing after him. 

Another bullet kissed his shoulder, tearing a gash in both his dress shirt and skin before it vanished into the nearest tangle of branches. 

Great.

Saguru half turned, searching for another out as a man in black with long silver hair stepped out of the shadows. 

Gin. Recognizable by the hair if nothing else from Kudo’s rushed descriptions of just who was after them.

“Hand it over, kid,” he said, his voice carrying despite the distance still between them as he adjusted his aim. “And you can live.” 

It had been years since he’d been referred to as a kid, Saguru thought wryly as he straightened under the man’s dead eyed gaze. His free hand rose to his injured shoulder attempting to staunch the flow of blood running down his arm. “And my friends?” He asked, keeping a tight grip on the stone in his other hand, tiny streaks of red light escaping between his fingers. 

Not that the others truly were considered his friends when, before a couple of days ago, he hadn’t interacted with either one since High School, but Saguru doubted this maniac would care if he tried to explain the complication that was his relationship with everyone in their little group. 

Gin smirked. “Already taken care of.” 

Saguru frowned, narrowing his eyes, a tingle of energy running up his arm from the stone in time with the dripping of his blood. 

He’d figured, upon being brought into this mission, that the odds of everyone making it out alive would be difficult when facing this shadowy group that, according to Kudo, had nearly killed him multiple times as he sought to take them down while undercover.

But to have no one live? To have Gin kill them all? He found that difficult to believe. 

Not when Kudo had survived multiple encounters with Gin before.  

Not when Snake, an excellent marksman in his own right, had too failed to kill Kaitou KID for years while he chased after the thief. No. He had to believe that both Kudo and Kuroba were still alive. They were too skilled, too lucky to fail now right when the end of their goal was finally in sight.

Saguru drew in a shallow breath. “Show me their bodies then,” he challenged. “I’m not giving you anything until I know what’s happened to them.” 

Gin smirked, eyes growing colder. “Foolish.” 

He barely had time to register the bang of the gun before his right knee cap became a blinding point of agony. Saguru choked off a scream, nearly collapsing to the ground, but at the last moment he forced himself to stay upright. Gritting his teeth, he put his full weight on his other foot as another bolt of electricity pulsed up his arm from the stone. 

“Worry about your own life, kid.” Gin said. “Hand it over.” 

Saguru snarled, drawing the hand holding the glowing gem close to his chest. 

Kuroba had said that the stone needed to be destroyed before these Men in Black got to it. That they couldn’t access its power. 

What power a rock could have…he hadn’t understood. Still didn’t understand. Rocks shouldn’t glow like this. Shouldn’t feel like he was holding onto a buzzing electrical field.  

He held steady as Gin cocked the gun once more, lining up the shot with his heart. “Last chance.” 

Saguru barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. No chances. He was caught. Injured and unable to run. According to Kudo, this group left no witnesses. He was a dead man whether or not he willingly gave up the stone to Gin.

He drew in a quick breath, casting one more desperate look around to see if he could see Kudo or Kuroba waiting to strike. 

If only the others had found the stone sooner, pooled their resources sooner, made an effort to work together sooner, maybe then they could have all made it out alive. He could have survived this. 

He squeezed the gem, feeling it shift under his fingers as the light grew impossibly brighter. Kuroba had said there’d be a small window of time when it could be destroyed.

Energy thrummed within him as he opened his hand, letting the blood covered blue stone shine between his thumb and forefinger. He held it up for Gin to see. “This old thing?” He asked, lifting it higher as if to toss it to him before Saguru purposely stopped holding it over his head. 

“Hand it over.” Gin snapped, taking a menacing step closer. 

Saguru chuckled, meeting his cold eyes dead on as streaks of electricity raced up his arm. “You know what, old man?” he said clenching his fist over the stone, feeling it crack as he smashed it down into the concrete with all his might. “Go to hell.”