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❝Why do I always end up destroying everything I've ever loved?❞
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|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| The Death of a Bachelor || Panic! At the Disco ||
Echo could no longer tell up from down. She writhed in a pile of blood and bodily fluids, her bladder having loosed itself on the ground. It was too hot, but also too cold. Her brain was forgetting to breathe, her face was turning blue. Someone was crying, Echo was sure of it. Someone was yelling out her name. There was a flurry of activity on the roof as the remainder of the Tower Society burst through the doorway. "Echo!" Christopher yelled, he was still her partner, after all. "Chris!" Doll froze in surprise upon seeing him, glancing between him and Echo and understanding. He had done as she asked, he was watching over Echo in her stead. Tears welled up in her eyes, she could not go to him, not while Messiah was here. "Move!" Chris had Echo's medicine, he could stop the stroke before it became worse. Faster than any of them though, was Flo. She shattered Messiah and Doll's contract, Doll running towards her husband and planting a kiss on his lips. He encircled his arms around her, relieved and terrified, because this war was not yet over.
"Move, I need to get to her," Flo was faster still. She reached down, color returning to Echo's face, her fingers no longer desperately clawing at the pile of snow she lay in. She sat up slowly, her cheeks tinged pink from the cold. Messiah took a step back, it seemed his castle was going to come crumbling down after all. "Thank you Flo," Echo sat upright, catching her friend as she fell. "I'll take it from here." She stood, easing Flo to the ground gently. Echo would not abandon them, not when she was the only one left who could fight him. "Back up," Echo told the others. The energy around them began to churn, the willpower of Baron Messiah and Baroness Nova clashing in the air. This was not a matter of who struck first, this was a fight to the death. She remembered everything, the basement, the pain, this man, looming over them, his shadow as painful as the thrashing.
"You claim you want to make a world for demons, but when we needed you, you stood aside." Echo could not forgive him for that. "You watched them torture me! You broke my best friend!" Wind whipped around her, she could feel it answering her call. The snow blew at them, visibility at an all time low. "It was essential to understand the inner workings." Flo's power was much like his, if he could better understand how it worked, he would have a finer understanding of how his own ability worked. "It was essential for the sake of our future. Necessary sacrifices must be made." Of course, of course that's how it was. Echo was always the sacrficie, wasn't she? Well, she sick of it! The wind roared, Silence grabbing the others and ushering them through a portal. A black diamond broke, shrouding them in darkness so thick it was hard to move. The sound of daggers unsheathing inaudible over the wind. It was just the two of them, in that moment, one fighting to live, one fighting to create the future in their image.
All at once, the darkness dissipated. Christopher stepped out of the stairwell. Echo and Baron Messiah were both on their knees. A brilliant light suddenly consumed everything, when it faded at last, one soul piece clanked against the around. Christopher ran forward, kneeling down to check. Footsteps thundered behind him. "It's not Echo's," no, it was Messiah's. So where was Echo? She had disappeared from the roof. With Messiah dead, his entire ensemble gave up easily, knowing they were outdone. With their leader dead, there was no longer a point in fighting. "We surrender," Anguis fell to her knees, overcome with grief. "Where is Echo?" Doll asked, desperate. "She's gone," Christopher shook his head, smiling vaguely as he stared at the falling snow.