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Entry tags:
murder murder murder
who: Jekyll & Hyde, Noah
what: Confrontations
when: July 2
where: all over
warnings: Not for the light of heart. Cw: suicide attempt, murder, etc
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what: Confrontations
when: July 2
where: all over
warnings: Not for the light of heart. Cw: suicide attempt, murder, etc
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WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS *us singing vocaloid song* us also: murder rping
The black shadow hits along Hyde's shoulder, he grimaces only once but seeing the right flank open. Hyde sacrifices his shoulder to drive his Knife straight through into the others stomach. If this is done he presumes, the other will other tighten their grip or loosen. Around him. Though if Noah backs away trying to create distance, Hyde will relish in watching him panic or freak out on the situation. ]
it could be worse i could be singing the song from noah's animated PV lol
[...fuck.
Noah hunches forward and sputters as the shadows cloaking him die out, disappearing like smoke, and the first thing he reaches for in a blind, slow panic is something to stabilize himself on β which for obvious reasons happens to be Hyde, hands coming up to grasp feebly at the man's shoulders. When the knife is withdrawn, blood oozes from the wound, staining already-darkened fabric.
He shouldn't be this weak from one injury. The weaker he gets, the more the shadowy figures here will converge on him, the more he'll have to fight to escape, the worse his situation becomes. He shouldn't be this weak, and yet...
Noah falls forward, barely catches himself with a well-timed footstep. A hand presses against the wound in his side, trying to put pressure onto the wound as best he can. His thoughts, through searing pain and the smell of copper, are a blur.
I can still...
Not here, not yet...
Don't... not now. I can't die here.
...
The shadows wreathe around him again, but Noah is too weak to do anything right now. One more blow like that, and he'll breathe his last. If he's lucky, Hyde will think twice, but...
Well, Hyde doesn't him as the type.]
ok educate me sing it for me bb
Hyde kicks him in the stomach where the wound is, and then gets down on his knees. Reaching out his hand around the others neck. Fingers wrap and coil themselves around Noah's neck. Wringing him up along the broken Void School's Wall. Looking down at the other with this derange but calm look.
He's in control of his actions, and he is loving every moment of it. The Knife is in his hand and he pulls it to the side. While one knee presses against the floor between Noahs legs, and the other props him up with balanced regard. He will stab him shortly, but not before drinking in the desperation within Noah's face. Yes he would kill a kid.
He would kill a kid, he would kill every kid, and he would do it again.
He didn't care.
There was no reason to care. β]
In the end. [ Hyde says calmly, bearing his teeth. Looking into the eyes of Noah looking for anything enjoyable from them. The realization they are gunna die, the realization that something bad was going to take place. That he was desperate to fight back - to kill him in return. ] You were really just something pathetic kid, [ He took advantage of him. A kid. Killing him like this, or about to. ] cant even put up a fight. Cant even save yourself, why do you lot of idiots. Act like a bunch of sworn heroes.
How fucking annoying.
ok here https://youtu.be/F8IK7ZXrYGk
Why would Noah want to save himself? Why should he bother? Because people love him? They're better off with him dead; it's the reality he accepted a long time ago. He knows it to be true, and yet...]
It's not... [He coughs, struggling against the hand closing in around his throat,] me who I want... to save...
[It's you, Hyde. That's why he hadn't fought with the intent to kill.
It's Hyde. It's Stephanie, it's Nene, it's Yuzu, Angel, Chiaki, Sidney, Rika, Ishimaru, even Komaeda, because he'd promisedβ
βit's Clamor, the last thing in this Godsforsaken world that Noah has, the last family member he has leftβ]
You don't... need... to...
[He can't muster the energy to say the rest of it. The shadows coalesce around his hands again, one last attempt at saving himself, and Noah
doesn't
do
anything.]
WHAT TEH FUCK SHUTS MY EYES AT THAT VIDEO SHUTS MY EYES AT THIS.
That pisses him off.
Hyde's cool demeanor flickers slightly, his hand grips the hilt of his Knife. The hilt that tightens in ordinarily within his digits, drawn into pause. His mind contorts into memories, memories of all sorts. Decorant upon his mind, deeply seeded into his spirit origin. It happens in a matter of seconds, the way he feels this guttural pain of remembrance and annoyance. Its not the pain he likes, its the sort of pain he hates. It draws him to pause about his actions, and makes him rethink the origins of his existence.
No... NOO!!!
The reason why he wants to do what he is doing now, how Jekyll bades his good nature and fills him with things like: Remorse, Guilt, and resentment for his own actions. It is disgusting and distasteful. Hyde wants nothing more then to live his life wildly. To kill who he wants, and watch the evils of people dress upon their faces. As he torments them, agonizes them, or ruins them in some shape or form. Yet here was this boy, who looked at him the same way Nanami did. When he stabbed her hand, and she all but winced asking him if HE WAS OKAY. The same way his Master accepts the deranged mind of his, and makes certain that despite everything that is his will. He is in good care, lucky that he is summoned as a servant and can take out his rage killing everything else Master of Chaldea wants him.
No... No... NO!!
Glistening, Noah glistened in front him much like a Knight he knew once before. They resembled the same sort of longing look of need to care for him despite how he regarded the other so... Carnal... Feral.... That there was kindness in his look, a need for justice and the outcome of things righteous. Being deeply regarded with kindness, in the face of his own madness. As if his own existence held importance... As it were - as if he were accepted in some shape or way. That was vile, to look into such sharp and bright eyes adhering him kindly.
This happened again now twice, maybe three times if he thinks and realizes Stephanie looks at him with such a look.
Kindness...
Kindness..
NO! NO! NO!
Before his thoughts continued, the knife digs forward. Straight through Noahs head, cracking through bone and his insides. Retracting it immediately to allow the blood to flow forward, flow outward, flow onto him and reminded him of WHAT he is. ]
oof ouch my heart
Ha...rque...
[...but time is not quite so kind to a boy whose elder brother only ever wished for one thing: for him to live. In the end, Harque Ebalon's wishes would come true. They always had, no matter how many timelines the Moonstone hidden away in his pocket threw him into. One loop, two, three. Harque's invention protects that which he had loved the most: his darling baby brother.
This time, it doesn't throw Noah into an alternate timeline. Its strength wanes here, just like the moon itself, but it's enough. Blood trickles from the knife wound, dripping down Noah's forehead, his cheeks, his chin... but the droplets don't hit the floor. The silhouettes wandering the void never reach him.
Time blinks. Resets. Five seconds.
He gets five seconds.
Hyde stares at him.
Five.
Noah's heart pounds in his chest, magic swirling, swellingβ
Harque, Clamor, he thinks blearily, I'm sorry.
Four.
Noah reaches out as far as he can with his magic, forming spears of glittering shadow at Hyde's back. An apology lingers in those dark eyes of his. He promises himself he won't forget Hyde, nor Jekyll for that matter β the unfortunate second casualty of this whole ordeal.
Three.
His fists clench, one around the knife wound, the other at his side. Determination fills the space where an apology once was, and his shadows loom. In his mind, a familiar voice calls to him, now a distant memory, "Noah, please! Are you just going to give up your life like this?!"
Two.
No. He's not. He won't.
Clamor... thank you.
One.
The spears twist in the air, sharpened ends pointing at Jekyll's back, and Noah closes his eyes.]
...I'm sorry.
[And all at once do those spears converge, piercing Hyde through, the killing blow echoing around the pitch-black hallways of the void. Noah commands them to explode outwards, unwilling to risk anything, determined to live even if it cost the life of someone else.]
Someone I care for... is waiting for me outside of here.
sighs its ok noah.. itll be all over soon bb
He doesn't see Noah, he sees a beautiful Hero having defeated a monster.
A hand twitches, the knife drops.
Blood splatters out of his mouth as his organs are ransacked, torn apart, and ripped to shreds from within. Bones breaking, and clattering along the spears that shift inside of him. Realigning his entire body from the inside out - he is disfigured. The blood fills his lungs, and he coughs suddenly once again. All of it slapping its colors against Noahs face. There is rage that fuels from his instincts alone, and then immediately remorse. Guilt. Hyde reaches or attempts to destroy this blinding light, this Hero.
Drag him down into the depths of evil, just like him. Look at the ugliness of your actions, look at me - he wants to say.
Attempting to convince his will with only the essence of his existence of what to do next. Hyde tries to choke him, kill him, end him. Except red fierce eyes lay upon Noahs own and he sees an echo of the past suddenly peeling into his mind. As memories overlay in the moment, and he has nothing but to remember the dream Stephanie had before. Hyde's hand cannot tighten or even reach Noah. They fall down... Then he remembers the last time how it was he died as summoned servant, and how ironically so.
It had been in the same way, looking into the well of eyes of a Hero. Dying by the joint attempt of so many wonderful spirits... He deserved to die.
Jekyll yearned to be more like them, then what he actually were... Though whose feelings were these - Jekyll's or Hyde's own? Was the conception of Anti-hero so readily aligned in his Saint Graph that he would do anything to contend its existence inside of himself some how? That Jekylls wish to be a hero for all good, ended up ultimately in this mess. A Hyde who wanted to be a villian so badly, that it would - in his actions. Inevitably make him a hero in the end. What a sick, manipulative, and twisted means he tried to escape from. Doing nothing but killing for the sake of enjoyment, for the sake of his own selfishness. For the sake of moving the world forward. For his own sense of justice.
Jekyll was nothing, he was not even a proper servant. A false servant that only existed to channel Hyde who were in essence - The true servant herein. That he held no use, unless he fell into depravity. That he could do nothing for others, unless he gave into his madness. Such thoughts were what Jekyll always fought with, his use of the world. His want of others and to be beside them. It was why he tried to kill himself.
Eyes go green and he looks tired, but still holds the expression of one so evil.
That killing was just a means of his own sick want of active heroism in the end. If he killed Noah, if he killed everyone - was that mercy, or was that strengthening others into becoming better than what they are? If they fought him, and hated him together... If they worked beside him and let chaos or evils rue about the school. Ultimately wouldn't it be true that the world would change? For better or for worse? Everyone needed to look at evil in the eyes and face it - that's why he hated himself. Hated Jekyll. Hated the obsession with hope or good will... Because he couldnt - but everyone else around him could. Like Rika....
... Wasn't that disgustingly similar to what Komaeda would say, is that why he hated him? Because they were both unintentionally, one in the same idea with different actions following it. His own far more abhor, and nonsensical.
The memories of his last death, dying before a Hero with such enigmatic kindness and comfort given to him. He hates it, he does not deserve it. Why in the face of all things bad - do people still continue to do good? He wants to kill people like this, destroy them, eat them, because in a world like this kindness could not inherently exist. Should not exist - its impossible to exist. Jekyll spent all his life wanting to be like that, wanting to understand how to remain like that... And he selfishly never got to understand in the end... How in the face of wanting to do ill toward the world, the choice to do right is what makes one strong. What makes one right. What makes one a Hero.... Noah, King Arthur, Ritsuka, and Tatsumi presented that to him. Yet every time, it went unlearned.
So it would also, this time.
Hyde is tired, the spears shift and he knows what is to come next. This would be exactly like dying by Berserker Chulainns Noble Phantasm... They barb and the pain that persists is blinding even into his death. Suitable, for all he has done toward those around him. Jekyll is glad, this is how he should die. Not quick and painless, cruel and painful. When the spears shape disperse, and Hyde's body is mangled around Noahs own. Falling against him, crippling along the others figure. The shadow spirits within the school, will convulge to take Hyde's body. Because it is currently physical in the Void realm, but if Noah returns back in time before his body reaches the Void.
Then all Noah will be greeted with in the real school, is Hyde's body slowly dispersing away in golden flickers of mana.
Regardless, he is dead. ]
hits u with one last tag so that we all know how this ends...
Being taken by the ghosts is no way to leave this world, even if Hyde has already left it. Noah has always been a bit of a bleeding-heart. It's unfair for Hyde to disappear here, where no one will know; Noah will own up to the fight, even though he knows it'll land him in hot water, that no one will be able to look him in the eye again, maybe not even Clamor...
He could just leave Hyde here and pretend nothing happened, but the guilt would kill him faster than anything else possibly could. He has no idea that Hyde will simply vanish into golden light; to him, Hyde is as human as anyone else here.
Noah drapes Hyde's arm over his shoulder, the overuse of his magic from earlier straining him so severely that he can barely move β well, that in tandem with the injuries he's already sustained β and he drags the two of them toward the nearest mirror. Unfortunately for Noah, or perhaps fortunately, he's been to void school far too many times, and he knows exactly how to dodge around the shadows, but...
But he's weak, bleeding out, and were it not for the fact that he's literally dragging the corpse of someone who didn't need to die via being mangled by shadowy spears out with him, Noah thinks the figures might be coming for him entirely.
Hyde wouldn't have done you the same courtesy, Noah's mind screams, but he carries on, manifesting what little magic he can to keep any silhouettes that get too close at bay. Every cell in his body screams and begs for him to stop, he's on fire, it hurtsβ
Somehow, he makes it, barely standing by the time he gets to the mirror, forcing Hyde's already-cold hand through it before he follows suit.
Outside of the void, his injuries aren't maintained, but he still feels cold and numb, he can still feel the knife wound in his side even if it's no longer there. They're where the original confrontation started in the hallway late at night, where Noah had briefly shouted when he was cut. Had someone heard, he wonders, once he has time to wonder? Once he has time to catch up with all the feelings he'd repressed in the interest of keeping Hyde from being dragged away, Noah turns toward where Hyde is, and...
...watches in pained awe as the man turns to wisps before his eyes.
That's when he breaks down. That's when the dam breaks and everything comes flooding out, tears flowing freely as Noah sinks against the wall.
He's not a killer. Well, he's not supposed to be. The only person he'd ever wanted to kill, the doppelganger that stole Harque's identity, is back home. Everything else he'd ever done had always been for survival, as much as Noah talks up vengeance β on Elrios, he didn't even have the heart to kill the Henir mutants since they were formerly people, and it was not him who struck the killing blow against the woman who created them all. No, in fact, he had just wanted to turn her in to her family, to let them pass judgement, judgement which truthfully was never his to pass.
He hates the Order. He hates people who use others to gain advantages. He hates ruthless killers. Yet...
Noah presses a hand to the cut on his arm that had sent them here, pain from everything else he'd experienced making him dizzy. He can't see through his tears anymore, and he curls into himself, feeling impossibly small. Perhaps it should've been him in the end. People were always better off without Noah anyway. If they hadn't met, would Hyde still be alive? And... Jekyll, for that matter.
Two lives for Noah's.
It's so, so unfair.
He stands with the intent to find Clamor, to tell him what happened β because if anyone needs to know first, it's his friend, his partner, the only family member he has left β but the searing pain gets to him first. Thus does Noah collapse in the middle of the hallway, a single cut on his arm being all that remains of Hyde's legacy.]