#of will

Sigillum S / Gerstein - Of Will / The Death of All Fanatics

Self-released

protector/proctectee || @of-will || accepting

“And I don’t intend to, my boy! But I need you to stay here until the police arrives!” All Might stood there with the villain that had set the roof on fire casually slung over a shoulder. A present for the police when he arrived for their investigation. But Kresnik was a witness and whatever urgent business he had to attend to elsewhere, could wait.

Both Kresnik and Mathis had been sick and they were running out of supplies. But even so, they shouldn’t have let Will go alone. They should have never even considered it. And now— Ludger tuned out the rest of the news. It didn’t matter what the detail were, he— he didn’t want to know. He’d already heard too much, the awful images already playing in his mind.

He had been useless, lying in bed when they had recaptured Will and dragged him back to that hellhole. They wouldn’t have brought him down without a fight, and— gods, Will could fight, Ludger has seen him. But they’d have taken him down anyways, and—

               Failure to extract information

They’ve tortured him again. They couldn’t even have just— gotten it over with. Ludger was shaking visibly at this point, sinking down to the ground, heaving, sick to his stomach, crying at such unnecessary cruelty. Will never did anything to deserve any of this, Will had nothing to with any of this so why—

The military haven’t come for him and Mathis. They’ve tortured him and Will hadn’t given them up. Will had protected him, even if Ludger had failed the other. He wished Will hadn’t, that he could have spared himself, because Ludger didn’t deserve it. 

He wouldn’t move from his spot at all until Mathis finds him, at which point he would collapse into the young doctor’s arms, sobbing. It should have been me. He wanted to live, he wanted to see the world again. And he would continue to cry until exhaustion, inconsolable, the terrible images refusing to leave his mind.

He doesn’t sleep that night, but the next one he manages to doze immediately into a familiar nightmare. A bound prisoner presented before him, a pistol with a single bullet loaded pressed into his hands. He’d force the prisoner to their knees, press the firearm against their head and pull. Oftentimes it was more a vivid memory than a fabrication of twisted dreams.

Victor was frozen to the spot by the scene unfolding before him. Today was supposed to be the culmination of years of work, of careful planning and deliberation, was suppose to be the day he would finally be freed of this cursed existence. He would be rid of the Prime Ludger and take his place in the real dimension, get a second chance with a family torn apart by circumstances once beyond his control.

All of that, all of it, suddenly fell apart in a single moment.

                       "Daddy, stop!"

A small form put itself between him and his opponent, and it was too late for Victor to fully pull his attack. He watched as Ludger caught her, held her, and yelled those damning words. He immediately snapped back to alertness, grip tightening around his weapons in anger.

No, how dare he. Victor launched forward, viciously shoving Ludger aside, weapons brandished to keep his younger counterpart at bay. He retrieved Elle's body, pulling her back into his protective grip as he backed away from the group.

Ludger was lying. It was their fault, using her as a shield in battle, those bastards. But she was going to be okay. He can’t lose her, not now, not after everything, not when she was the only one he had left. They won’t take her from him again, and he will end them for trying just like he did the last time.

He can still do this, he can still make this work. Their perfect world was still waiting.

Oh, ha ha, very funny. Will always did like to joke about Scion’s usual expression. (He does not constantly look sour, D< Stop pranking him at work and you’ll stop seeing him so pouty okay ) But in terms of advice, it was about as much he expected from Will.

"Right, I’ll keep it in mind." Scion grumbled as he continued to stare into the mirror, trying to fix this damn tie. You’d think he’d be a pro at it by now, but it still never seems to sit straight. He finally gave up a few moments later (eh, you probably can’t notice the crookedness of like 0.004 degrees ), straightening up and turning to present himself to his double.

"Oi, cut that out!" Kresnik swatted Will's hand away, but couldn't hide the lopsided smile growing across his face, replacing his previously anxious expression. Taking a good step back as to be safe from further hair-ruffling, he made a point to huffily flatten his rustled locks back into place.

"Shut up," Scion grumbled, looking away from Will to focus on finding where the hell his sword landed. That had been a magnificent disarm and follow-through attack which had landed Will the third -and winning- hit, and Scion knew it. It was out out reach for now, and he scrambled to his feet before scooping up the dropped blade with a huff.

It had just started out as a joke about this entire messed up family ( which does include them, but really, Scion didn’t mind the ribbing that comes with hanging out with Will anymore ) and he followed Will’s logic to its conclusion…