#maybe i made sty a little bit too villainous here. oh well! i hope he gets worse

[sharffffff]

“So Sty, I want you to kill me. Kill the monster, slay the beast.”

Gravel’s voice rang in Sty’s ears, his vision almost blinded by rage, everything painted in different shades of red. Oh, how he wanted to hear those words - but how he hated hearing them, too. Seeing light drain from Gravel’s eyes, seeing blood pour out from numerous wounds left after Sty was done with him - just a day ago, he would’ve jumped on the opportunity, he would’ve followed it through, and even now, his hand instinctively clutched onto the knife’s handle, few quick strikes following through, sliding across Gravel’s armor, leaving red streaks where its blade met his flesh-

But then Sty stopped. Vision no longer clouded in red, instead still and cold and as clear as ever. Gravel didn’t deserve it. And no, it wasn’t some bullshit about “Everyone deserves to live, even people like him!” Oh no, no no no no no, Gravel deserved so much more than just death. Death would be freeing him from shackles of life, freeing him from guilt, freeing him of everything he has ever done, giving him just what he wants. Why would Sty ever do that? Why would Sty ever give him a forgiveness of death? Death would be merciful, death would be peaceful, and Gravel deserved none of that. He deserved so much worse. 

“Kill me! Kill me, Sty!” Gravel’s voice was desperate, as he crept closer to Sty, almost pressing himself against the blade of his knife. He was looking for a coward’s way out, a way to escape everything he’s ever done without paying the price. Death would be a gift, and Sty was not in a gift giving mood. 

“No. You deserve so much worse.” Sty’s unblinking gaze met with Gravel’s, who seemed just so desperate to die it made Sty almost disgusted. If Gravel tried giving him a fight, he maybe would’ve given him the luxury of death, but with this pathetic display? He didn’t deserve it.

“Just kill me, Sty, please!” As Gravel tried pressing himself against Sty’s knife even harder, Sty wiped the blood away from its blade and sheathed it. He wouldn’t want to give Gravel any chances to get safety from what was to come next, and oh lord, Gravel was going to suffer for each moment he made Sty suffer. For each moment he made 4C, Luanne or Katie suffer. For each moment he made Apo suffer. Sty was going to pay it back tenfold for each one of them, of his teammates, and even more after that still. Gravel wasn’t getting out of his revenge unscathed. 

“As much as I want to see the light leave your eyes, I just don’t think that’s what you need. And you need oh so much worse. This is too good for you, death is too good for you.” Oh how much Sty wanted to follow through with what Gravel was asking him for. He had dreamed about doing this, about cutting Gravel into hundreds of little pieces, about slashing his throat as he looked straight into his eyes - but he just couldn’t do it. Not right now. Not while Gravel was at his lowest. 

Sty had to let him wallow in the despair - and then bring him lower still. Show him just how much worse his life can get. And only then, only when Gravel has suffered for every action he has ever done, after he has lost the spark within him, after he has nothing else left to lose, nothing else left to live for, nothing else to call home, nothing to cling on to - only then Sty would allow him the release of death. And it would come as a blessing.

“Enjoy your life, Gravel!” And so he left, leaving Gravel covered in blood in the arena, knowing he wouldn’t have the strength to finish what Sty started. Knowing Sty would get the chance to ruin him completely, to bring down every wall around him, to burn his whole world down - and watch the light leave his eyes without ever taking his life. Instead just taking everything that ever could’ve made his life worth living. And oh how he anticipated this revenge to come to the fruition. How excited he was for the coming days.