fissionmailed | The Perfect Soldier

(Warning, post contains allusions to gore, decapitation, disembowelment. Scroll past/ignore if you're squeamish :'|)

[Null sits against the wall, staring over to the corpse of

a_lost_number. The other version of himself lays in a heap on the floor; fresh blood oozing out of the large cut through his stomach. The other boy's entrails spill out of the laceration, intestines and bodily residue litter the ground beside him -- along with his head.]

[The boy draws his knees up to his chest, his machete laying next to him -- coated in the blood of his duplicate. He can't stop staring at that beheaded corpse -- his own beheaded corpse, laying in front of him like this. No man can meet the Perfect Soldier in battle and survive -- not even the Perfect Soldier.]

[Clutching his head tightly, he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his teeth. The pounding just won't stop -- his head feels like it's trying to split apart. He finds his body trembling, unable to regain control over his senses.]

[...This is where he gets back into his coffin, right? Everything can just go away again? He'll get back into the tank if it will make his head stop hurting -- anything to make this pounding stop.]

(A little backdated but, this is the aftermath of this thread Warning: gore, decapitation, disembowelment. Open to everyone, especially anyone involved with that other thread.)

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[He brings a hand up, gripping one of John's suspenders. It's an almost possessive gesture, his eyes not leaving the corpse of the other.]

Then in three days, I will have to kill him again.

No, Frank. [He rubs his forehead near his hairline as if HE was getting a headache.]

I won't allow you repeat that cycle of suicide over and over again. Just let me talk to him next time.

['Suicide'? That is what he's just committed, isn't it? Some kind of literal murder-suicide, in a sense... He finds himself clinging tighter to John -- the sudden spur of possessiveness is likely an effect from his head trying to cope with, well, killing himself just a short time earlier.]

...I won't allow him to kill you.

He was you at a different point in time. You know I survive so trying to kill yourself to keep something that DIDN'T happen from happening is...sort of crazy.

[He looks down to Frank noticing that grip he has on him and believes that on a deeper level, the kid means something other than what he's literally saying. Sometimes John is as dense as lead.]

[He averts his gaze from the corpse, his voice getting quieter.]

Then maybe I'm crazy.

Don't resign yourself to insanity. [He gently hugs the poor kid.] You aren't crazy...just a bit misguided.

[Big Boss realizes that he might have just said the understatement of the century just then. He realizes that he has a lot of work ahead of him.]

...Understood.

[He makes no effort to move away from John. Most of the pain in his head and body have subsided thanks to the Codeine but he seems to lack the energy to move much at all.]

...I can't seem to move.

Between your injuries weakening you and the Codeine, that's not unusual. You really should be in bed recuperating.

I can help you stand. [He will allow Frank to hang onto his shoulder.]

[Retaining his grip on Big Boss, Null manages to rise to his feet while using the man to support him.]

I want to stay with you.

With me? I thought you had a bedroom with Elisa?

[He starts walking with him slowly.] In fact...she should check on you to make sure I patched you up well enough.

[Manages to stagger alongside]

I do not think she wants to see me. I would like to remain with you a short time if I may.

Alright.

I don't have a lot of room so I hope you can make do for a few days.

I am used to sharing a bed with Elisa. A confined space is acceptable.

Really? [That got a brow raise out of Big Boss.]

[Null makes a bit of a mumble in the affirmative and slump further against John, dragging his feet now. He could really use some of that bed rest about now.]

Hnh. Come on. You are a lot heavier than you look. [He nearly drags him all the way down to his first floor bedroom and sits Frank on his bed.]

[...He's pretty well out the minute he finds himself on that bed.]

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