@hcstofthevoid said: " You... you don't give up, do you? "
This was supposed to be an alternative universe. A chance to right a wrong. A chance to fix the irreparable damage that had been done, prevent a horrific catastrophe that would have doomed the world. Everything almost went according to plan, he'd almost managed to get Sirin out of Schicksal's hands, but one lapse in security ended the fantasy then and there.
The entire time, Sirin had argued with him, trying to get him to stop, warning him that if the security caught up with them, he'd end up like her. She was almost absolutely certain that they were doomed...
... No. There was no 'they.' There was never a they. It was only her.
Her reflexes forced her to react before she even realized what had happened. A warm stream of blood dripped from her gown from the wound that appeared in her chest.
She hadn't even properly awakened, Makoto. Why did you let her do that?
A better question would be,
Why did she protect him when he was the one saving her?
" I don't get it.. I don't know who you are.. why you wanted to save me so bad... "
Her voice is quiet and muttering, struggling to release words with the pain in her chest becoming worse and worse every waking moment. She's so cold.
" ... You must think I'm an idiot, huh.. doing-- *hack* this...! “
" I think I understand now ... what they wanted me to be... what I'll end up being... if you keep going through with this.. "
His hand gripped hers, and her grip was slowly becoming weaker and weaker. Their cover wouldn't last for long. He would have to leave soon.
" Please... "
" Just let me die. "
“ Guess so. Giving up’s not an option I like to let myself take...! “
Sirens blared, bright red light streaming all throughout the facility. The trampling of footsteps that had been following the fleeing pair, aiming to escape this prison of steel and needle, rang out. Makoto kept running, a handgun in his right hand and a smaller hand in the other; he was practically dragging Sirin forward, ignoring her protests, ignoring her appeals to hopelessness. What was it this time? He managed to fool security long enough; he had even allowed a burgeoning hope took root in his chest. It was just a straight shot towards the exit now. Faster, faster, but--
Things are not that easy. Their hope slammed shut, closed by an emergency blast door. Makoto felt the blood drain from his face, the shouting of security behind them, the noise of gunfire echoing along with the siren-- A bullet flew through the air towards Makoto, but just as he went to throw himself forwards and spread his arms out like a human shield to protect that girl--
Someone else was hit.
“ SIRIN!! “
He dropped the handgun. Running to the girl, Makoto caught her as she fell, grabbing her hand as he quickly brought her behind some nearby cover; a large stack of huge supply crates.
“ Shit, shit, shit--!! “
Makoto ducked down, refusing to let go of her hand; she had held it back. He narrowed eyes narrowed, gritting his teeth as he looked back up over their cover and immediately lowered his head. Blood was pooling on her gown; Makoto’s breath hastened as he moved to apply as much pressure to the wound as he could. All he accomplished was staining his hands with her blood.
“ That’s not... Why I’m here...! I’m not here to let you die!! No matter what you become, the reason I’m breaking you out right now is to rescue you! You’re just a suffering girl, so how can I just ignore you and be okay with you dying...?! Goddammit, how many times has this happened by now?! Sirin-- “
“Step away from the girl!”
Makoto swung around to face the guards, and just as he was about to yell in refusal-- Lead riddled his body. Blood spilled. A spectacular flower of blood bloomed in his chest, staining his white shirt a deep red. Lungs crushed by his broken ribs. Heart destroyed by bullets. Flesh shot through; he was not long for this world.
He fell to the side anticlimactically, with a *thwump*.
He cursed his own foolishness. He cursed his own idiocy. He cursed his own powerlessness. Within that haze of anger at the world, at the laboratory, at the security, at himself most of all, the desire for a world where the people he cared for kept burning-- time and space began to fracture within his head. Crackling. Fizzing out. Crackling again, clenching his teeth so hard they threatened to break as blood leaked out of the many holes in his body. The door to the trichiliocosm began to open once more as the dying man limply and awkwardly reached for the hand of the dying girl. To hold it one more time.
“ I’ll-- “
Makoto gurgled out, just as his anger and headache reached their peak-- as his consciousness crossed through the infinitude of bubble universes. As his consciousness leapt back into the past, even as his mind felt like paper coming perilously close to tearing every which way. One more time. As many times as it takes.
He took it again. He took an oath he swore, many Dead Ends ago, nestled in his heart, one more time;
I’m here to save you...!!