He could hear his blood rushing in his ears again only this time it wasn't because of adrenaline. He had to get to Jake. This couldn't happen. This wasn't happening. He was not about to lose someone just because he couldn't think of a way out of a simple fucking death match. He shouldn't have hit him that hard. He should have stayed close because at least then he could have grabbed him, stopped him. Anything.
"Bullshit! Heroes don't blow their fucking brains out all over the fucking floor!" He didn't like how his voice cracked. He didn't like this place or how the people watching leaned forward in anticipation as they wondered who would brutally slaughter who. His grip tightened on his sword. If he did it first then-
No. Jake thought of that. He was smarter than he led on. He let the blade fall and finally just pushed himself through the lessened spray of bullets. By some miracle none actually pierced the skin, just skimmed by. It stung but it didn't matter. None of it mattered. It couldn't, not if Jake didn't make it through this. What worth was he if he couldn't save one of his own goddamn friends? How was he supposed to save a world if he couldn't save one person?
"No! Jake don-" His words were cut off by the final shot. He stumbled as he watched what should be inside his skull burst out and all over the ground. He scrambled to catch him, as if that would help. He couldn't breathe past the lump that formed in his throat. He pulled Jake's corpse into his arms and shook him.
"Jake! God no please...Jake." He knew it was no use but he couldn't help it. He wiped desperately at the blood and matter clumped at the bullet wound but nothing he did made it any better. Nothing he could do would change what just happened. He didn't realize how much he was shaking as he desperate searched for a pulse or how the tears had already started to spill down his dirt and blood encrusted cheeks.
"Jake." He croaked, blood covered hand smoothing his unruly hair back, "Jake." The sound from the audience washed over him like a stifling blanket as he held Jake to him, "You stupid, self-centered asshole." He didn't even hear the men coming to take the body, to remove him from the arena so they could start the next match, "Come back."
By the time the men got to him the fight had left him. He stood without much cause and retrieved his sword, but when the men made to take Jake he put the blade to their throats. The audience fell silent in anticipation, "Don't. Touch him." He slid in and knelt down, taking Jakes lifeless body in his arms. If anyone was going to give him a send off, it was him, not the bastards that orchestrated his demise. Of course, they would come later and take Jake by force, but not until Dirk had cleaned him up and prayed to every single god that ever existed that when they next saw each other again he wouldn't turn into some sobbing school girl and that Jake would be okay and maybe not even remember what happened.
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"Bullshit! Heroes don't blow their fucking brains out all over the fucking floor!" He didn't like how his voice cracked. He didn't like this place or how the people watching leaned forward in anticipation as they wondered who would brutally slaughter who. His grip tightened on his sword. If he did it first then-
No. Jake thought of that. He was smarter than he led on. He let the blade fall and finally just pushed himself through the lessened spray of bullets. By some miracle none actually pierced the skin, just skimmed by. It stung but it didn't matter. None of it mattered. It couldn't, not if Jake didn't make it through this. What worth was he if he couldn't save one of his own goddamn friends? How was he supposed to save a world if he couldn't save one person?
"No! Jake don-" His words were cut off by the final shot. He stumbled as he watched what should be inside his skull burst out and all over the ground. He scrambled to catch him, as if that would help. He couldn't breathe past the lump that formed in his throat. He pulled Jake's corpse into his arms and shook him.
"Jake! God no please...Jake." He knew it was no use but he couldn't help it. He wiped desperately at the blood and matter clumped at the bullet wound but nothing he did made it any better. Nothing he could do would change what just happened. He didn't realize how much he was shaking as he desperate searched for a pulse or how the tears had already started to spill down his dirt and blood encrusted cheeks.
"Jake." He croaked, blood covered hand smoothing his unruly hair back, "Jake." The sound from the audience washed over him like a stifling blanket as he held Jake to him, "You stupid, self-centered asshole." He didn't even hear the men coming to take the body, to remove him from the arena so they could start the next match, "Come back."
By the time the men got to him the fight had left him. He stood without much cause and retrieved his sword, but when the men made to take Jake he put the blade to their throats. The audience fell silent in anticipation, "Don't. Touch him." He slid in and knelt down, taking Jakes lifeless body in his arms. If anyone was going to give him a send off, it was him, not the bastards that orchestrated his demise. Of course, they would come later and take Jake by force, but not until Dirk had cleaned him up and prayed to every single god that ever existed that when they next saw each other again he wouldn't turn into some sobbing school girl and that Jake would be okay and maybe not even remember what happened.
Or that he wouldn't punch his fucking lights out.