"No!" Gene yelled, watching as the flames licked through the blanket, as Diva's flesh cracked and smouldered. "I won't let you die!" He couldn't. He couldn't because Diva was part of his team and goddamnit if he let them down what good was he? But the flames weren't listening and his fingers were covered in blisters, red and angry and bubbling across his flesh like puss-filled sores.
The blanket was all but gone and Diva had fallen silent, leaving Gene alone, and he fell back, hacking and choking on his own blood. His vision blurred and he fought to stay conscious, turning his attention back to the emperor's box and the bastards sitting there. After a moment he couldn't see them, but Gene knew they were there and he kept his eyes trained on that spot until the hacking grew so bad he doubled over, clawing at the ground and his chest to stop the pain.
Blood covered his hands and the ground beneath him, pieces of gore smattered among the red stains. Gene stared, gaping like a fish out of water, until the darkness enveloped the world and, eventually, his thoughts, leaving him in blessed, painless silence.
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The blanket was all but gone and Diva had fallen silent, leaving Gene alone, and he fell back, hacking and choking on his own blood. His vision blurred and he fought to stay conscious, turning his attention back to the emperor's box and the bastards sitting there. After a moment he couldn't see them, but Gene knew they were there and he kept his eyes trained on that spot until the hacking grew so bad he doubled over, clawing at the ground and his chest to stop the pain.
Blood covered his hands and the ground beneath him, pieces of gore smattered among the red stains. Gene stared, gaping like a fish out of water, until the darkness enveloped the world and, eventually, his thoughts, leaving him in blessed, painless silence.