#war au

It had been a year since the military coup, a month since they started marching into Washington, and two days since the Battle of Seattle. The resistance had won, but their “leader” (he wasn’t much of a leader, he was just loud), Dave Mustaine, was nowhere to be found.

He was likely killed by a grenade or captured and put in a camp or something. No matter. The city was safe, thanks to the rebels’ valiant effort and Mustaine’s command. Casualties were minor, only three wounded and one—Mustaine—missing.

Dave’s eyes had barely fluttered open before he squeezed them shut at the blinding light from above.

“Aw, shit… am I in heaven…?” He groaned softly, lifting a sore arm up to rub his eyes.

“Yo, crotch stain. Wake up.” Said a deep, echoing voice that seemed to come from all directions.

“…it’s too bright… I don’t wanna.”

“C’mon man… just sit up and look at me. I know it hurts, but you can do it.”

Dave’s lips quivered—maybe he was sensitive right then, it being his time of the month and all, but whoever was in front of him was speaking to him so sweetly and it made him want to run into their arms and cry.

Dave finally opened his now stinging and tear-filled eyes to see only the starry night sky and the tall, lanky silhouettes of bare trees above him.

Where did that voice come from…?

“Hey. Over here.”

“Ow, fuck…” Dave grunted as he pushed himself up onto his elbows. He expected to see a full grown man in front of him, judging by the voice he’d heard, but instead a small, fuzzy white fox.

He chuckled at the sight of the small animal in front of him. I guess I just imagined that voice…

“Rise and shine, Dave.” Said the fox in that same deep voice he heard earlier, though it didn’t echo like it did before.

“HOLY SH—“ Dave damn near jumped when he saw the fox’s mouth move. “Jesus FUCK!”

“If you’re afraid of this form, wait ‘til ya see the other two.”

“W-what do you even mean by that?! What are you?!” Dave practically shouted. “How do you know my name?! Where am I?!”

“Don’t worry about that right now,” the fox told him, “You’re in good hands.”

The fox looked down at its feet.

“I mean paws.”

Dave just barely cracked a smile before his face morphed back into a frown.

“This— this is ridiculous. I need to get back to my friends.” He grumbled, clumsily attempting to find his way back onto his feet. He managed to roll onto his side, then fell onto his back again with a yelp as something sharp—maybe a rock or something— dug into a gaping wound just under his ribs.

“I wouldn’t worry about that right now,” The fox trotted closer to Dave. “You’re quite far from Seattle and in no shape to go anywhere on your own.”

“I’m fucking tripping,” Dave muttered, rubbing his aching temples and feeling the sticky blood congealing on the right side of his head, “You’re not real. This isn’t real. I’m probably asleep in my hotel room dreaming this whole thing up.” He pulled his hand away, wincing as he saw his fingers coated in blood.

“Oh, this is very real.” The fox said calmly. Then, its fur began to glow as bright as the sun. Dave slung an arm over his eyes and clenched his jaw.

“Hey. You can open your eyes now.”

Dave slowly lowered his arm, though his jaw stayed tense.

In front of him was the shining silhouette of a human. The figure appeared to have rather long hair that draped over its shoulders and fluffed up like feathers as it fell down its back and… bell bottoms. Dave could feel a strange heat radiating from the being in front of him.

“Need help getting up?” The figure asked, reaching a hand out to him. Dave took its hand and a sudden, euphoric and vaguely familiar warmth overcame him.

“Are you an angel…?” Dave asked, entranced by the figure’s benevolence and (dare he say) beauty.

“Not quite.” The figure said, pulling Dave to his feet. Dave groaned at the ache all over his body as he stood, and swayed almost drunkenly as the world spun around him. He fell into the being’s arms, squeezing his eyes closed once again as bile rose in his throat.

The being slid an arm under Dave’s legs and lifted him up into a bridal carry. Dave felt his cheeks heat up slightly, and the nausea let up a little as well. The being smelled like cigarettes and stale beer… strange for an angel. He could also feel its hair tickling his face… it felt soft, like down feathers.

The figure started walking, still effortlessly carrying Dave.

“Where’re we going…?” He mumbled, eyelids already heavy.

“Somewhere you won’t get eaten by raccoons.” The being replied, and just like that, Dave’s eyes finally slipped shut for the rest of the night.

HOLY SHIT MY FIRST FANFIC OMG 😰😰😰 thanks for reading pookies! I actually quite enjoyed writing this! get ready for chapter two because there’s gonna be some ANGST 👹👹👹👹

sunset divider by: @numbpill

leaf divider by: @dividers-are-us