The Shell of a Child | INVITE Nov 25, 2019 20:08:34 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Nov 25, 2019 20:08:34 GMT -6
THE SHELL OF A CHILD
CHROMO'S PL: 170,000
Chromo didn't know how long he was frozen. The day started normally. He'd ran out to get some groceries for Tarch and his family, though they made him promise to pay for them this time. They finally had some Vanilla Cherry flavored Hetap in stock, too, so he was sure to buy several cartons of his brother's favorite flavor. He'd been anxiously waiting in line at the checkout when everything went wrong.
Tarch's message had began innocent enough.
The beetle dropped the bags of soda, eyes growing wide. His heart felt like it'd iced over and dropped into his burning stomach. The child couldn't sense his friend's energy to begin with, but he could hear Tarch's life fade with one last dying whimper. '...No. No, no, n-no.' His mind echoed back, but there wasn't anybody to hear his thoughts anymore. "Kid, you're holding up the line." An agitated voice echoed from behind the trembling bug, but Chromo didn't hear it. In one swift motion, Chromo abandoned his bags of food before hurling through the window, running as fast as his legs could possibly carry him.
He fumbled in his flight, crashing into several lightposts as he rushed forwards still in a frenzy. It wasn't too late, it was never too late! Tarch taught him that. He was going to be okay- he had to be. He was Tarch! Nobody could hurt him! Nobody would kill him! In spite of everything he'd lost, he'd always have his brother.Mount Paozu was scorched. Dark, somber clouds had already began to pool above. Chromo kept running, in spite of the rain whipping into his eyes and mixing his tears. There was an echo of thunder as the bug's battered heart finally shattered in two.
There was no response.
Blood was everywhere. A deathly cut that had no right being in his best friend still oozed, taking with it whatever little energy remained from the corpse. "Tarch, t-that wasn't a funny joke..." He whimpered as he approached his unresponsive sibling. "Y-you can wake up now! I... I-- w-we can go tell your mom that you're okay! A-and..." Chromo pleaded, shaking Tarch's body again. "P-please-- Please, I don't-- I--I'm sorry!" Chromo begged to no-one, reaching under his wing. He barely held back sobs as he felt his hand skim against a note, still safely stored away. "I-I have one of t-those bean things you used to make people b-better! They make people better, right! You're gonna... Y-You're gonna get better! S-see? It's... g-gonna be okay..." He held the Senzu, poking it against Tarch's face. There was no response. And there was never going to be a response.
"B-Brother...?" Chromo's body convulsed with growing trembles. No amount of denial was going to change the fact that his brother was dead. Dead and gone to who knew who, and for who knew what horrible reason. "...I'm s-sorry." He pleaded again, even knowing that his words wouldn't change this. "I'm s-so so sorrrYY--" Maybe he could have saved him. Maybe he could have ran faster. Maybe he wouldn't be alone again. "It-- It's not your fault" Chromo croaked between his sobs. Tarch would never want to leave. He didn't want this. "I..."
"I... I-I-Igh... W-WAHAHAAAAAAAAAUuAUaUUUGHh--!!"
The floodgates finally opened.
Chromo cradled his dead brother's body close, sobbing into his bloodied jacket. He screamed, screeching in such pain that the thunderstorm's roar came second to his pained shrieks. "P-PLEASE," he cried one last time. "YOU A-AREN'T D-D-DEA--"
He raised his head and closed his eyes, screaming and crying to the heavens. Tear streamed down his cheeks, his whole face a feverish red, and he howled at the very top of his lungs. The screams pierced the skies, echoing a painful melody for miles around the desolated mountain. Chromo's body and shoulders wracked with every sob that forced its way out, chest rising and falling unevenly as he gasped for breath. He balling his claws into fists as he threw his head back to let out a blood curdling scream. The rain beat down harder as his cries lost all sense of coherency, devolved into agonized, unholy bawling.
Again, everything had been taken from him. What more did the universe want from him?
"Why d-did it have to be you...?"