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    Admetus blinked as the door swung open, the sound of heavy footfall implied their torturer was back yet again. He clung closer to his smaller brother, wincing as Pouncival let out a weak gurgle of protest to the handling. Pouncival's sight had been taken from him days before leaving the smaller of the two demons unable to see where his enemy was coming from.


    These events had brought the brothers back together when they'd been under the impression they'd never get along again. Now, as Admetus looked up into the eyes of the man that was slowly killing them, he prayed someone would find them soon.



    Days later, Admetus had given up hopes of being found. He couldn't move, could barely breathe, and beside him Pouncival was whimpering pathetically for the brother he could no longer see and could barely hear. Admetus wanted to reach out, to comfort Pouncival in these last fleeting moments of his life. Yet, he had to remember, he no longer had any arms to reach out with. Those too, had been taken from him. Just like his legs. He ached, yes only ached. The agony had dulled out slowly as he remained on the freezing floor of the room they were kept in.



    Admetus had yet to die as Pouncival's torturing continued. He wailed for his brother, for Will, for somebody to save him god please just save him. Admetus could not help, no matter how much he wished he could. The world was fading into muted sounds and colors now, and he realized with a weak flutter of his heart he was really going to die. Alone with the cries of his brother the only company he would have. Cruel, really.

    Will hated having to work with but if he wanted to get his friends back he would have to. Will thought it was weird to see him so worried. He thought Alistair only cared about himself. Apparently he did have a heart.... Somewhere in there. They both ran in to find their friends.

    Pouncival was curled by the odd panel he and Admetus were strung from each session, quivering and whining in fear.
    Admetus was in a corner of the large area, breathing rasped and feeble. He'd noticed Alistair's entrance, if only a little, and felt a weak smile tug at his lips. So Alis cared after all, even if it was just because Admetus made a good chess piece. It made the dying demon feel a little less worthless.

    Pouncival tensed as he felt someone getting closer, he couldn't see but he felt he knew them. He was finding it suddenly hard to breathe.


    Admetus blinked his eyes in a sad attempt to clear them so he could see better, gasping softly to keep air in his lungs.

    Well quietly Stayed with Pouncival. "Hey Pouncival." He said quietly. He carefully brushed a bit of hair our of his face.


    "Admetus?" Alistair was kneeling beside him. He was worried and scared.

    "Will? Will..." Pouncival mumbled, reaching out with a quivering hand to grab Will's hand.
    He was desperate for something, anything to comfort himself. Knowing Will was there... It made him feel immensely better despite his growing inability to get a proper breath in.
    "Will it hurts."


    Admetus choked trying to get his words out, gasping at the pain came back full force.
    "A-Alis... I was... un-und-er the impr-ession you... Weren't go-onna show." He slurred, squinting as he tried to focus his eyes on Alistair.

    "I know it does..." He said quietly holding onto his hand. will was trying desperately not to cry. He couldn't cry.


    Alistair quietly stroked his hair. "Why wouldn't I come?" He asked quietly.

    Pouncival let out a weak sob, terrified and in pain but at least he wasn't alone now.
    "I'm gonna die." He whimpered with the sudden realization, desperately clinging to Will's hand like it was his only lifeline.


    Admetus let out a weak laugh that seemed more like a sob, shoulders shifting despite the agony that caused the leftovers of what had once been his arms.
    "Comforting people on their deathbeds doesn't... Doesn't seem very you is all." He murmured, voice becoming more breathy as he lost the strength to speak.

    "No you're not! You're not going to die!" Will said but he was crying now. He held onto his hand tightly and refused to let go.

    He wanted to tell him he wasn't going to die. He wanted to believe he was going to be okay but he knew that wasn't true. "I will if I care about the person." He said quietly.

    Pouncival just whined softly, a quiet pain snaking its way up his spine. He hurt so bad.
    "Hurts." He cried, desperate for relief.


    "You care? Thas... sweet Alis..." Admetus mumbled, fumbling his words as his body finally failed on him.
    His eyes fell shut slowly, his chest still. Admetus was gone, and Pouncival was soon to follow after him. Brothers who had lived together, fought together, now died together.

    "I know. I know it does. You're going to be okay though." He said quietly. He was crying and brushing tears away with his other hand.


    Alistair held onto his body tightly and for the first time in his life Alistair Branwen cried. He cried and begged for him to come back but he knew he wouldn't.