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It was like being under the water, how hard it was to move, to lift himself backup to his feet, before lunging at the man. No metal came when he called - not even his arm reacting to his fruit, moving pulling on the nervous sensors he'd painstakingly installed. Yet he threw himself forward unafraid.
The man grabbed him, shoving him down
Killer was up again, using his whole body to try and kick the monster away. He was so tiny next to him, the behemoth towing over the both of them, Kidd watching in terror as Killer is grabbed, eleven and scared, but unwilling to leave Kidd to his punishment, even if it meant giving up his own window to escape.
His own two fists of flesh are so small where he beats the monster's arm, trying to free his friend, the monster /squeezes/ and Killer can't even scream, and then the both vanish in the cold mist, leaving Kidd alone in the dark.
Momma is there too now, slumped over next to him; he's smaller than ever, words hard to spit out past the tears as he tugs on her arm, the skin pulling away in his hands, melting away to fill the cracks in the cobblestone under his thread bare shoes. The monster is there again, standing tall, taking his hand and leading him away from her.
Kidd doesn't want to go, he wants to stay here, in the crumbling bones of his childhood home. Her face is now nothing but skull and grinning teeth, but she's whispering too him. He tries to pull away, screams and thrashes until the monster turns to beat him down, drag him away. He's five. What can he do against this wall of nightmares?
But then Killer is there again, teeth and claws and kicking and biting, a tiny dirty blur of violence and frantic desperation. The man bleeds, rivulets of red, and Kidd slips as he scrambles away.
The man kills his friend again, before they all evaporate away.
Years and years, over and over, the shadow returns, trying to drag Kidd somewhere. Kidd fights until he can't anymore, and then Killer is there.
Dying for him every time.
Kidd wonders, 17 this time, Victoria staring blankly up at him, if he should stop fighting before he has to watch killer die once more as well. Already bled out, cold and mutilated, Victoria touches his cheek. Her words, like all the rest, were lost to the dark.
But he knew.
Keep fighting.
Killer dies for him again.
Sometimes its quick, more often the shadows tear into him, Kidd forced to watch them torture his best friend.
He keeps fighting all the same, and when he can't anymore, Killer is there.
'....Please stop' he ceded finally, exhausted.
The mist stared at him, oppressive and suffocating.
'No more,' his voice barely a whispered.
'No more what.....' the mist hisses back
Kidd stares at his hands, the scars on his left palm, he hasn't lost it yet, but he will soon. 'just... let Killer go. don't keep him in the cycle no more.'
'Should not he get that choice?'
This voice is different than the first, and Kidd looks up, searching for the speakers. 'no - because he's gonna choose to torture himself. Killer deserves to rest!'
'He fights so hard to reach you... do you wish for him to stop?' there is a darkness to her voice, but it's like the siren call of sleep.
No...no he doesn't. he wants killer at his side so bad.
'Let him be at peace already.'
The second voice speaks, bright as day, 'and you? would you stay and fight without him?'
kidd will suffer this alone for eternity so long as he never had to watch killer die again. he hung his head in shame. nodding.
'warriors are usually more joyous to be welcome here,' the second woman muses.
'Dearest Lady, you more than all know why he is not,' the first woman teases.
kidd frowns, as the mists try and form again. The red haired man is no where to be seen but a cat and dog stare at him instead. the cat glows gold, the dog grimm blue.
The cat speaks, 'to turn from Folkvangar now will close my halls to you forever.'
kidd has no idea what she's talking about, the dog sniffing at his left hand, slowly being over taken by cold metal, 'warrior, would you chose to stay in my mists than move on to Sessrúmnir, if all i can give you is the ones who drowned were tormented no more?'
/drowned?/ Kidd looked between the two creatures before turning to the mists again. /Had anyone survived?/
The is something in the mists, and he feels drawn to it, ignoring the beasts to follow it. the two woman follow forms shifting almost human as he goes.
finally, finally, Kidd finds his partner, held in the mists as he is held in death, limp in the grip of the ocean. kidd weeps openly as he reaches for Killer, the consequences of his ambition on full display.
a woman of devastating beauty stands next to him, warm and gentle as she takes his hands from where he's trying go reach Killer, he tries to fight, but he can't.
Killer is dead.
'My father was kind to him, in the end,' she tells him, like her words should comfort him, 'to all your family, as he brought them to the Halls, even if only you possessed the drive to join my table. But your beloved was not content to sit in Hel, and has thrown himself at the realms endlessly since then.'
'it has been a show of devotion rarely seen,' said the other woman, as ugly as she was kind, at his other side, skin deathly blue as she reached up to touch the gaping hole in the face of Killer's mask; caressing the bruised flesh below like one would comfort a child.
She is cold, so cold, especially with the warmth of the creature at his right. The metal of his arm seems to freeze, ice forming on its joints when she leans too close.
Kidd can stand it no more, letting the mists hold him down, try to force him to his knees, as he takes the last step to join his partner.
The sun shines at him all the same, feline smile plotting.
'I will give you this one, dear Hela. Because i want to see what he does when he stands in the field of Vígríðr.'
'So you say, Lady Freya. Never mind that you never could stand to see lovers parted.'
In the cold mists of Niflheim, washed ashore at the roots of the great tree Yggdrasil, came to rest to the infamous crew of Eustass Captain Kidd. But only to rest. To recover. When their captain was found missing, Killer refused to rest until Kidd had been found, refused to heal until his partner was returned to them.
Soon, Loki will arrive at the field Vígríðr, and all of Hela's people, will arrive with him. And with her army will march a warrior chosen by Freyja herself, even if he turned her down.
Freyja was quite fond of Loki, even if they didn't always agree on things. perhaps this was her plan from the start.
