#hypnoticxneedle

It was utter carnage. Mountains of smoke bellowed into the starry sky as fires raged rampantly from where the rebels and slayers had come tumbling out of their tents. At last the vamps had found them and the night they’d all feared had come at last. Screams of terror filled the air and upon the earth lay countless bodies - lifeless whether it had been their first time to die or their second. Undead and human alike were slain in the attack, tossed carelessly aside amid the ghastly fray. This nightmare carried on until finally only one solitary mortal survivor remained- grossly outnumbered.

“I would sooner die..” He panted, fighting desperately to remain on his feet. With a shattered ankle and several mile-wide scratches stretching across both his front and back however, his efforts were in vain. His knees buckled beneath him and like a tuckered out toy soldier, the blond went down into the dirt. Vision blurring, he was quite certain that like many others around him, he was not long for this world. Still, he would fight on until his very last breath.

“I would sooner die than give in!!!”

“Now ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on our next morsel for auction!” Exclaimed the vampire auctioneer, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he hoisted the incapacitated vampire slayer up by his hair. The boy made not a sound in discomfort, putting on a brave face as hundreds of ravenous eyes looked him over. He wanted to vomit- the whole affair sicked him immensely. To one of these monsters he would be sold as either a slave or as food. His people, they /needed/ his power- his blessed eyes! But what of his people? Were any of them able to escape and regroup? His sickness worsened.  

“- And as an added bonus,” The auctioneer continued, using two sharply manicured, skeletal fingers to force open one of the boy’s eye sockets. There were excited responses from the crowd for indeed, what they saw enticed them. Beneath a mess of golden blond hair were two piercing scarlet eyes. They glistened wildly like fire. 

"I wonder if it was all just a dream," Kurapika thought aloud, gazing down at the small, velvet black box in his hands. Without opening it up, he stared long and hard as he envisioned the wedding band that may or may not exist inside. Had it all been a fictitious? Had he really been married to the eldest of the Zoldyck children, or had it all been some fevered dream brought on by god knows what?

Send me 死 and my muse will react to finding yours not breathing.

"You really did it, huh…"

Even after he had accepted his brother’s explanation to be sincere, the situation had felt awkward and somewhat surreal. So while Killua had stopped trying to avoid Illumi at all costs, he also did not make an extra effort to keep communicating or mend their fragmented relationship.

There was no doubt regarding the cause of Illumi’s death. The elder had messaged him two nights ago, telling him that he was about to try and escape the Zoldyck Estate. Killua had responded, though his reply — a simple [ Okay. Good luck, and tell me if you succeed. ] — had been lukewarm at most. He regretted that now. Just…a bit. 

Slowly, he knelt down next to his brother’s lifeless body and, very gently, slid his hand over Illumi’s face to close his eyes. Then, in a barely audible whisper,

"Illumi... What's happened- Is that really you?"

I finally finished it just in time for your birthday! ;//7//;

Credit: Me!

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