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The rain was pouring and a thunder rumbled in the distance as Chance and Itrapped stood on two sides if the stage.
Itrapped curled his fingers around the microphone, lookjng down at his shies. His blue eyes glistened faintly, his clothes clung to him, hair wet from the rain brushed over his eyelids as wind blew. Unable to move, to open his mouth, to continhe singing, to try and fight out his way to win.
And Chance could not look away from him.
Unlike Itrapped, they were standing tall, unreadable. The white coat they were wearing flapping a little on the wind, their shades absent for once, their hat pulled back so their face was fully visible. For a few momentz, they just stood there, unmoving, as if thinking about something. Completely unbothered by the music still playing.
And then something happened.
Chance shoved the microphone away and walked towards Itrapped, who was unaware of the other's action. That was, until Chance finally came up to him and grabbed his face with a strong hand, forcing itrapped to look up at them. He was caught off-guard by it. And before he cpuld do somerhing, Chance grabbe dthe back of his neck and closed the distance.
Their lips crashed into his aggresively. No teasing, no warning, just straight up need. And desperation.
They couldnt let him do that. They couldn't let him just...surrender. No. Not him. All of the hesitation from before was poured into the kiss, alongside all of the emotions that gathered in them for all those years. All of the admiration, the adoration, the love, raw and unfiltered, it all accumulated into this kiss.
Itrapped didnt reciprpcate it. He didnt even ifnore it. He fought back. Tried to escape.
But Chance had already decided.
He isnt dying tonight.
Not in their arms.
They pulled him back into the kiss, even though it was hard with how persistent in his fight Itrapped was. "Stop" he whispered between Chance's rough kisses, but they ignored it. They knew he was fighting himself. He wanted it. Or at least would want to.
Because that was his last chance.
Chance's hands moved down to Itrapped's neck, grabbing him by his throat sharply. Itrapped gasped suddenly lacking air, before Chance pulled him back into a kiss. They looked ober his head at thw score board.
Isaac 89
Ciel 70
There.
They layed one last small kiss to his lips, barely even thers, before they pulled away. And not giving Itrapprd any time to catch his breath, their hands gripped harder, cutting off Itrapped’s ability to breathe.
He fought for a few moments, lookjng at Chance with panic in his eyes.
Chance'sface was ubreadable. But focused on him.
Soon Itrapped gave in. Stopped fighting. Relaxed. His body was gking limp in Chance's hold.
Then a gunshot was heard.
Then another one.
Chance ignored the bullets piercing throigh their side. Their grip did not falter.
That was, until one shor pierced straight through their stomach.
Their eyes widened at first, as the realization crept in.
I got shot.
In the stomach.
Then they coughed. With blood.
Thers blood in my mouth.
Oh.
Oh.
How unfortunate.
Their body was losing it quickly. At last, their grip faltered, letting go off Itrapped’s throat. His eyes went wide as he gasped for air suddenly, grabbing his own throat instinctively.
And what he saw was Chabce in front of him. Falling. With blood in their mouth. One. Hand reached towards him. Like if they were asking him to hold it one more time.
As soon as their body hit the stage's floor, their eyes shut down end their mind was finally at peace.
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Itrapped looked down at Chance's limp body in front of his feet. Blood was poolung under their body, stainign their pure-white clothing. His hand, for a few more mome rs brushed over where they held him.
Once the music died, he broke. A single sob escaped him. And a other. Tears started going down his face as he lowewd himself to his knees, not bothering himself with the blood. Soon, he was straight up crying, his tears falling on Chance,s clothes. "Why?" Itrapped choked out "Why me? Why did you do this?". He couldn’t understand. And now he will never know the answer. He leaned forward, grabbing his own arms, and bending down over Chance's dead body.
It didn’ttake long befkre the guardians came on the stage. Not bothered by Itrapped’s grief, they put his collar back on, and proceededto pull him away. Itdapped acreamed in protest, but mostly cried desperately, and ugly. He was squirmujg violently, he had to go back to them. But it was all for nothing.
Soon, Chance's body disappeared feom his field of view. Itrapped stopped fighting then. Just commited himself to crying.
At some point, he decided to make a promise to the abyss.
"I will not let your sacrifice go to waste, Chance"
"I will win"