"deus sum"
Tetra has no heart. Lumina is shallow. Quin can't smile. Everything seems to piss Pi off.
Yeah, kinda hard to believe that these four were supposed to protect the world from an ancient evil, huh?
But when the very demon they were suppos...
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"It's okay Tetra I don't blame you"
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???? Hours, Industry
How long has it been since Tetra first started staring at the grey concrete wall in front of them?
Really, truth be told, it had been about three hours since they shot Trist. And during those three hours they replayed almost every tender memory the two shared together in their mind, from the day the two first met to... Well, the horrible tragedy that happened only a few hours prior.
The two had met when Tetra was nine and Trist was eleven. Ever since, the two were practically inseparable and their three siblings all protected him diligently too, like he was their older brother. Back then Trist was tiny in comparison to Trist now, but still remained at least an entire head above Tetra in terms of height. His dimpled face, fluffy hair, gentleness and scent of Christmas trees and hot chocolate though, stayed constant.
Their favourite memory, if they had to choose, had to be when Tetra was twelve, barely above four feet, while a fourteen-year-old Trist was already over six feet tall. Tiny Tetra had found a pair of Trist's gym sweatpants at school and decided it would be hilarious to put them on over their clothes, tie them off above their head and walk around so it just resembled a pair of walking sweatpants. They got plenty of laughs then Trist found out and proceeded to run after them trying to catch them, chasing his own running sweatpants down three halls and two flights of stairs all while Tetra was screaming like a goat. Eventually he chased them outside, but it was in the middle of winter so the ground was icy, and Tetra slipped and smacked face-first into a wall. Trist caught up to them and tried to stop to pick them up but slipped too and fell flat on his face on the concrete. The two just laid there on the icy ground in the cold bitterness of January groaning in pain, Tetra still inside the pants. Their siblings were crying of laughter watching them.
That memory made Tetra smile, but it faded soon afterwards. The trip down memory lane eventually led them to a dead end, a dead end which involved a bullet to the chest.
And thanks to the desolation and emptiness of the wall in their face, the images of Trist's death was as clear as day, like they were there themselves again, as much as they hated to be.
A bullet was shot into Tetra's every single time they thought of the blossoming patch of crimson in his chest. And yet, they couldn't stop. It was like their brain wanted to punish them for the heinous murder they just committed.
The movie theatre their own body had trapped them in was suffocating. They wanted to scream but the wails stopped in their neck and stayed there. Their tears threatened to form a deluge down their own face and yet the rain clouds only remained dormant. Every part of their being wanted to tear themselves apart, claw at their arms, wrists, legs, face, neck, every part of them, to feel like at least some justice would be served, but they couldn't even move.
