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not-5-rats · 25 days ago

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more angst, my shame dried up overnight, also the Bugscord gave me such an amazing idea! :3 that place is full of inspirational individuals <3 (I hope you guys know you caused this, I do this because of you /lh /j)

Also warning, blood/ injury descriptions not super detailed but detailed enough to potentially cause discomfort, and the ending may be slightly out of character but who knows grief does weird things to people (Also I'm really fucking proud of this one so leave me alone :P)

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"They'll never find you, well, if anybody even bothers to look for you that is"

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They should've known

The gators knew what Hunters were like, they knew they were incapable of change, yet Bodie let one into their home, he let them into their lives...into their hearts. They should've known, they shouldn't have put so much trust in such a being, why did they let their defenses down like this, how stupid. Now the consequences of their foolishness had finally caught up to them

The group of half-bloods stood, surrounded, in a small room of the arena. A mix of Guards & Hunters stood covering every wall/ door, as the group bundled together in the centre of the space, all staring at one figure who remained still infront of them. There Bug stood, their face showed no signs of remorse, they felt no shame for betraying those who had taken them in with open arms, even as they looked at each of their faces emotions spilling from each of them, they felt nothing but pride for their catch. The crowd circling them drew closer but Bug told them to still, their eyes had been skimming the group but now their gaze fixed on a single gator. Bodie...the rage in his eyes was unlike anything Bug could have ever expected from him, he'd always been so soft and kind that seeing this level of frustration causes a moment of hesitation in Bug...for a moment they remember the time they spent in the swamps...all the kind things this monster did for them, no, NO, what were they thinking! This was ludicrous! They were monsters! They had to die!!!

Bug went to speak, they wanted to say something to show how little the group meant to them, to show that there was no doubt that they despised them...but no words came out. Their eyes stayed locked on Bodies as they tried to signal for the outer group to move in...but they couldn't, their hand refused to move as they looked at one another. The betrayal that seeped through his glare, the hurt they caused him after all he had done, it made it impossible for the to give the signal...so they dropped their gaze to the floor and commanded the offenders to move in. Problem was, when the half-bloods saw Bugs hesitation they took it as a chance to prepare for the attack. Their communication was neae silent, a few harsh looks from one to another, a couple discrete signals and a few hushed words. So as soon as Bugs eyes dropped, right as they began to give their orders, the inner group got the upper hand by throwing the first punch.

Things escalated so quickly, the room went from silent to the harshest noises you will ever hear. The sound of metal blades on scales, talons piercing skin, cries of terrors...the screams of pain...the wet drips of blood slowly tapping against the stone floor. The groups had all split into mini fights which filled the small room, at first it seemed the Hunters/ Guards may win due to the fact they outnumbered the half-bloods threefold but as the battle wore on it was made clear that the creatures had obvious advantantages, they were better organised, their skills working together to overpower the mass of offenders, they had strategies even thought they had very little time to communicate...and very little means to speak with one another, yet still they were winning!

Bug was the first of the attackers to realise how the battle was going to end so they fleed, running off into the forest, doing whatever they could to escape the wrath of both sides. If they stuck around they would either die at half-blood hands or be executed by the higher ups when they realised Bug failed in their mission to bring the monsters in. They didn't know where they were going, even though they had spent a notable amount of time in the forests they were still unable to navigate them. Soon though they believed they had made it far enough so settled down by a bush in order to get some rest...but it wasn't till they sat down they they noticed a major injury they had obtained during the chaos. A blade, dug deep into their stomach, as the adrenaline of their panic wore off the pain began to set in. It was fucking excruciating, they were suddenly very aware of the sharp point deep inside their gut. They began to panic, they hadn't taken anything with them on their journey in the arena so they had nothing they could treat the wound with, this meant they couldn't even remove the bloody thing from their stomach cause then they'd bleed out...what were they to do!

Bug was so caught up in freaking out over their wound...that they didn't realise when a figure began to loom over them from behind. They kept squirming on the ground, their hand occasionally gliding against the handle of the blade as they contemplated taking it out...before once again realising that was a stupid idea. Suddenly Bug felt their hands being grabbed, tugged behind their back and bound, they tried to shake away the attacker but their injury made it impossible to get away. They looked up, their eyes frantically scanning the surrounding area for what had trapped them...they quickly spotted the two creatures that were there to confront them

"So, seems I was wrong about you Bug"

Bodie and Marco stood infront of them, both clearly enraged by what Bug had done...but there was a deeper emotion there now, something worse had happened, worse than their betrayel. Bug sat, trapped on the ground, staring up at the two trying to work out what had happened, that's when they spotted it...tightly wrapped in Bodies hand, a necklace and a red bracelet, the ones they bad seen almost every day for the past weeks, only they'd never seen them not on their owner. Their gaze remained fixed on that hand, the objects inside of it...as it slowly sunk in what these objects being here meant

"He's dead now, thanks to you"

Marco finally spoke, though he refused to look at Bug and his voice was barely more than a low hiss...Bug didn't dare look at them either. Timmy was gone, Timmy was fucking gone. The words repeated in their mind as Bug tried to come to terms with what had happened in the arena, what had happened due to their actions...tried to accept the blood which now stained their hands. There was silence in the forest, everyone knew who's fault this was, there was no doubt, nobody was denying it but nobody knew what to say about it. The two half-bloods were heartbroken, their friend...no their family member was dead, and this pathetic wimp cowering before them was the reason. There were so many things they wanted to say to Bug, so many words they needed to hear, they needed to know how terrible they were....then again.. they already knew didn't they?

At that very moment Bodie finally spotted the blade dug into Bugs skin

"Seems like Timmy wasn't the only one hurt in the scuffle huh Bug?"

He knelt down inform of them, they tried to shuffled away from him, to put some distance between themself and the slightly deranged creature who, even though he was on his knees, still towered over them emphasising their feelings of helplessness and despair. He held his hands up as he approached, showing he had nothing which meant to harm...Bug knew they shouldn't trust him, not after what they did, he couldn't have just forgave them after that...yet they couldn't stop themself. His presence was just so comforting, they couldn't help it, so they sat still finally accepting the 'help' they believed he was offering

Bodies hands reached out and gently wrapped around the handle of the blade, his eyes met Bugs...something in them...they made a mistake letting him get this close, but it was too late. His scowl fell from their face towards his own hands as he sharply tugged the knife out. Bug howled out due to the agonising pain, their hands tried to comfort their wound but they were unable to due to their bindings, tears began to pour onto their cheeks, some of them even dripping down their neck as blood similarly dripped down their stomach, leaving a trail of crimson on their clothes as it hurriedly slid down towards the ground. They felt their head become fuzzy, their vision blurred as they desperately looked up at the two informed of them. They slowly shifted forward, their mouth falling open as they began to whimper out pleas for help, begging them to aid them, to save them from this slow and...unbearable death...but they found no mercy here;

"I helped you once before *Bug*, I ain't gonna make that mistake again"

Marco had once again fallen silent, his eyes diverted to the ground far away from Bugs bleeding stomach, he felt puke rise in his throat...he couldn't stand to look anymore, he put a hand on Bodies shoulder, the two shared a knowing look before Marco took Timmys old possessions from Bodies hand and walked away, not even giving a glance back at Bug. As he left sight Bodie stood taller, trying to distance himself from the thing writhing on the grass, Bug continued to faintly beg him for help, he tried to tone out the noise as Bodie prepared to follow after Marco. Once Bug realises they wouldn't be getting the help they needed to survive, they chuckled slightly...though it was more of a choke than a laugh, they mumbled something about being found...how this wouldn't help the half-bloods' image, this causes Bodie to glance back at them, he spoke though his voice was harsh...it was blunt

"Oh Bug...they'll never find you, well, if anybody even bothers to look for you that is, given your recent fuck up I doubt anybody's gonna come running to find you..."

His gaze fell away from them, at this point Bug could barely make out his shape, their head was so foggy...they felt so weak...so lightheaded...they knew they wouldn't remain conscious for much longer...and once they lost consciousness..well...there was barely any hope for them after that. As he began to walk away Bodie spat out his last words to the freak that killed his nephew;

"Goodbye *Bug*...I hope his death was worth it to you"

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