// Questo mundo mio amore, dove stai mio dios...

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[George Sears lay lifeless. The blood from his slit throat soaked his jacket, coating his chest in bitter red. He had been dead a short while now. He lay on his side, one hand idly sprawled out as though reaching for something. His weapons were gone, scattered where he had "fought" the elder Raiden. At least one of them, one of his precious knives, would be lying in a pool of his own blood, the handle splattered and stained red.

The spirit sat on the floor, leaning against the wall nearby idly. So this was what death was like. Not so bad. Better than he'd expected. It hadn't even hurt much, really.

...he could have done without the lifeless eyes of his corpse watching him, however.]

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[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

[Solidus wasn't supposed to be away from home, but not even his fear of the Bad Solid and the Bad Hal could keep him away from exploring the nexus for long.]

[This wasn't what he'd expected, though.]

[Solidus stares, shocked, at the first dead body he's ever seen, other than Mr. Sparkles and what he'd seen on TV.]

[Why does it look so familiar?]

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[The ghost shifted, taking in the view of the familiar-looking kid.]



[His voice was gruff. He had no idea if the kid could even hear him or see him.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

[Solidus drags his eyes from the body, looking for where the voice came from. He could see and hear the man vaguely, like the Fear and the Sorrow. ]

Who...Who are you? What happened?

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He slowly rose to come closer, kneeling in front of the boy.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

[Solidus trembles, staring at the older him with eye wide with horror. The cold terror that had accompanied the Bad Solid's visits to his room welled up, making his heart race and a numb feeling wash over him.]

Y-You...Y-You're...

[He can barely get the words out; for some reason he thinks he can hear the sound of the blood draining from the man's (his) body.]

S-Solidus...I'm...

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He sighed heavily.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

[He takes a shuddering breath, trying to keep calm like a soldier should.]

Was it...Was it the Bad Solid? Was he trying to catch you, too?

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's lost.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

There's a Bad Solid here...He hurt me, kept me locked up...

[Solidus hadn't actually gotten Jack's name...]

Y-You mean the man with the sword? He told me I was gonna be his godfather. Why would he kill you...us?

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Solidus' voice was quietly cold.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

A murderer...

[Solidus takes it in, horrified at how near he must have come to dying when he'd met his godson. He has no reason to disbelieve his older self.]

Wh-What do we do? He wouldn't hurt Solid and Liquid, would he?

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He hugged his knees to his chest, sitting back.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

So you're from one of the worlds where dad didn't raise us...

[He shivers as he glances again at the (his) body and wraps his arms around himself. Absently, he realizes how much he misses the hugs he'd get from the Snake Arms.]

I-Is there anything I can do for you? Should I tell someone o-or put a blanket over...

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Dad? What the hell was the kid talking about.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

O-Okay...

[This Solidus hadn't seen any dead yet, other than himself and Mr. Sparkles. He tries to keep himself from staring at the body. He tries to speak stronger, too; wanting to be brave in front of one of the big-hims.]

In my world, Dad's raising all three of us and keeping us safe from the Patriots. We're civilians, but he trains us...Or at least, Solid and Liquid. He forgets about me sometimes, except he rescued me from the Bad Solid...

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[He rose to float above the body, looking distracted.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

People keep saying that...

[It scared him, how often people said that.]

What are you gonna do now?

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[A pause.]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

Of course I`m unhappy; I...You...We got killed! Even if it`s just three days.

Didn`t it hurt?

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[worldpresident.livejournal.com]

[Solidus unconsciously brings a hand to his neck.]

Okay, but I'll still try to stay away from that guy, though.

[He doesn't want his throat to get slit!]

[whitedevilunit.livejournal.com]

[Little Jackie had dealt with a lot of gruesome sights before. And they were his allies a lot of the time. But seeing his commander like that...]

[He stares at the corpse unblinkingly, no expression on his face. He didn't know how to feel about this. Instead, he sits beside the corpse with his legs crossed, gun at the ready. It doesn't matter that he's sitting in the pool of blood, because he's always covered in blood anyway.]

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

...

[Solidus leant back against the wall, watching him. There was something oddly painful about seeing the boy like that. Did he really mean that much to him?]

...

[Shit.]

[Three days without the gunpowder. The kid was going to go nuts by the end.]

why are all the kids finding this XD

[smallsorrow.livejournal.com]

[Gruesome as it is, Mikhail is already familiar with the scent of blood. So when he smells a lot of it... maybe one of the ghosthims is crying?

...no. No, that's...

Mikhail turns to the ghost, frantically asks him,] What happened to you, sir? There's not another murderer, is there?

Because they have cruel muns. :|

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Oh hey - a kid who can see him and talk to him.]

well yes but

[smallsorrow.livejournal.com]

Domestic problems that end in this? [But Mikhail is ever so sympathetic! Or empathetic. Some kind of pathetic!]

Hey, I didn't say "Kids only" on the topic...

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[Solidus isn't sure which. 8|]

[smallsorrow.livejournal.com]

O-oh. [He can't help but think of ghosthim's efforts to get along with his sons - and the uneven results.] That much?

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[smallsorrow.livejournal.com]

You really think you deserve it... [That's pretty sad.] Isn't there any way you could make things better? Once you're alive again, I mean.

[chaotic-serpent.livejournal.com]

[smallsorrow.livejournal.com]

It doesn't have to be! I mean, why's he so mad at you anyway if that's not too personal a question oh I guess it is