MCYT RANDOMNESS 2

Fallen Angels Pt. 1

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PoV: Cub

A coin toss.

Everything came down to a coin toss.

It's all I can think about in the days after the Permit Office closed, it's all that fills the sleepless nights of Vex screeching and insisting what I could've done better. How I could've saved the Permit Office. What I could've done to mean that, after everything, the whole conflict didn't come down to a fucking coin toss.

Disobedient vexling! Vexling stupid! Stupid vexling! Don't accept it! Don't surrender! Stupid Hermit Crabs! They don't understand they never understand. Should've killed Bdubs. Stupid judge. Kill Bdubs! Murder Bdubs! New permit office! Explosions! Pain! Murder! Take power! Vex control! Need vex control!

The Vex claw at the inside of my mind as I stare at the ceiling, lying awake, some number of days later. I don't know what time it is. I've drifted asleep and been woken mere minutes later too many times tonight.

'Just shut up... please...' I mutter. 'I can't do anything if I'm this tired.'

Bad Vexling. Disobedient Vexling. Let us down. Let Scar down. Scar was better. Mayor Scar. Love Mayor Scar. Permit Office failed. You failed. Grian failed. Kill Grian. Kill Bdubs. Kill all of them. New Vexling better vexling obedient Skizz want Skizz Vex Skizz. Vexling Skizz.

They push for control. I can't fight back, not when I'm as exhausted as I am now. Flashes of death, blood, the Vex's psychopathic plans, run through my mind. Bdubs and Grian, torn to pieces, disemboweled, screaming, tortured, dying. The Vex's laughs rise until they're all I can hear. My consciousness slips.

I fumble for the bedside table, searching blindly, feeling my way until I've grabbed the last of the potion Scar's been making for me. I struggle with the cork, but finally manage to down the only thing that can stop the voices.

The world silences. The images fade. All I'm left with is static, the blood in my ears, my heartbeat and breath I hadn't even realised was that fast. I note in my mind, with much dismay, how much quicker I finished this dose of potion than the last. How much worse the Vex have gotten.

I lie back down, leaving the empty bottle on the side. I don't know how long it'll last, but I can get some sleep. Surely. I try to get comfortable again, closing my eyes to sleep and-

Disobedient Vexling stupid vex thinks it can stop us stupid potions useless potions won't work won't stop us.

Fuck.

I don't know if I even managed to sleep at all. Part of me insists I must've, the rest tells me the potion is now almost completely useless.

You obey us.

A pain runs down my back. I bite back a scream as the wings tear through my back. And then another as the Vex pin me down against my bed. I struggle against them.

'No- no no- listen. LISTEN!'

Needs disciplining. Need punishment. Naughty vexling punished. Torture vexling yes yes torture hurt it hurt vexling.

Other Vex flash into view, diving and slashing at my chest, my arms, my face. I find myself swarmed by the havoc of Vex in seconds, screaming and struggling to fight back against so many. The Vex screech and swipe and laugh and tell me I'm stupid Cub. Stupid Vexling. Useless traitor lazy worthless disobedient punish it make it scream tear it apart should've died vex magic waste.

'I'm sorry!' I force out through the agony. 'I did everything I could!'

Shouldn't be vexling. Should've left dead. Not worthy. Not worth it. Pay for it. Pay for surviving. Replace it. Skizz better vexling. We want Skizz. Skizz vexling. Vex Skizzy vex Skizzle.