Bad∞End∞Night-Be Jealous
As soon as Cry saw how Anthony approached Ian, Cry almost felt a little sick. Why the hell would he give Anthony a pep talk? Why? What’s the point? Couldn’t he just let Anthony live through what he went through…so that maybe the Master would give Cry a second chance? Why didn’t he just make it worse when he spoke to Anthony? Then the Master would of course give Anthony a miss and Cry another chance. How good that would be, how absolutely fucking gorgeous. But no, he had to go and mess it all up. His care had taken over enough! All his damn life he’d served to keep the master happy. Not once since he left the village had Cry thought once about himself. Just about the Master all the time.
Open relationships? Had Cry been bullshitting himself all these years?
Never once had Cry felt so purely bitter. Where did it come from? Was it just now all the jealousy decided to show up? Maybe it’s because Cry didn’t think it could happen this way.
What was he to do?
He’d given all his love and affection to Anthony, even prepped him for the Master and now he was turning on him?
Envy. Envy. Envy.
What a cruel yet sweet ruler.
Walk away. Cry tried to talk himself out of it. Walk away.
What…and let this continue on? Continue being the serving boy while watching Anthony flourish under the Masters rule?
Cry immediately felt more jealously fill him. Destroy it, destroy it.
“Enough.” Cry spoke, stepping out of the indent in the wall.
“Hm?” Both Ian and Anthony pulled back and stared at Cry with confused expressions.
“Cry? Could you do me a favour and make yourself scarce for ten minutes?” Ian said, stepping out from Anthony’s grasp. Ian smiled and Cry paused trying not to be trapped.
“Not going to work.” Cry grunted. He could hardly string words together. Make himself scarce? What was he? A fucking child?
“What?” Ian said, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t think you are the only one in this whole house hold who can break or make something.” Cry said, eyeing Anthony with a bitter glare.
“Cry? You talked me into this! What’s happening?” Anthony said, stepping closer to Ian, who had a matching confused expression.
“You know what, I did, and I may not be able to talk you out of it. Though I can do something so, so much worse. You know what…” Cry began, waving his hand around and a red spark appeared. “I’d like to thank you master, for the many years of training, without those I would’ve forgotten how to do this.” Cry increased the size of the red sparks until they turned into flames, “Too bad Anthony has been here for too short a time to learn how to do any of it.” Cry smirked and before Ian could react he sent his flames toward Anthony and dragged Anthony toward him.
“Cry!” Ian exclaimed.
“Yes, Master?” Cry said, grinning, holding Anthony by the wrist.
Ian’s expression changed from confused to angry, “How sweet, you think you can beat me?”
“I knew you were the spontaneous type, but maybe that’s because I served to for 4 years non-stop. Maybe that’s because you damn near promised to take me instead!” Cry yelled, flames around his hands increasing causing Anthony to flinch backward, having a little resistance to the flames due to his recent transformation.
Ian conjured an almost foggy black substance around him, trying for Anthony but Cry blocked, and ran around the corner. Cleaning almost every corner of the damn place everyday he probably knew the fastest way to the front hall. Cruel intentions.
“Don’t fucking speak or I’ll kill you.” Cry hissed dangerously, to Anthony who had no choice but to follow.
Reaching the front room Cry realised Ian was already there, “Good thing I never taught you how to transport. Cry, why?” Ian said, softly, dissipating the black mist, stepping closer and closer to him.
Cry softened but still didn’t let his grip on Anthony’s hand go.
“I-I…” Cry began but was spun out by a sudden attack and found himself on the floor. “Bastard!” He yelled at Ian who now held Anthony, he looked damn happy to be in his arms again.
Cry stood up and readjusted his stance; Cry had one last trick up his sleeve. One last curve ball.
Cry summoned some fire around his left fist and pretended to throw it toward Anthony, to which Ian reacted quickly and shrouded Anthony. Ian began to smirk until he saw that Cry’s expression matched his. Ian flew back as something crashed into his chest and flew him flying through the wood of the door.
From that moment forth it was almost as if the whole world was in slow motion. The wooden door cracked and splintered everywhere no matter how thick it was, Anthony tried to go after Ian and Cry just stood there amongst the anarchy and saw the first flash of orange.
“There’s no point Anthony. It has already begun; I hope you guys will reunite in hell. I’ll see you there.”
“I don’t understand Cry, why?”
Cry shook his head, refusing to answer the question he thought he would leave with the first subject changer he’d ever said here, “Don’t you think it’s awesome how whoever triggers the ejection from the house gets their magic to destroy the place?”
Anthony buckled at the knees as fire surrounded him but Cry stood straight, dying with dignity would be how he left, he smelt the smoke around him and saw bright orange flames licking at the décor around the room. With one last smile he exhaled and fell backward into the flames.
YOU GOT THE BAD ENDING, play the good one?
Be happy
OR~ skip to part 4 if you've already read it?
Part 4
Open relationships? Had Cry been bullshitting himself all these years?
Never once had Cry felt so purely bitter. Where did it come from? Was it just now all the jealousy decided to show up? Maybe it’s because Cry didn’t think it could happen this way.
What was he to do?
He’d given all his love and affection to Anthony, even prepped him for the Master and now he was turning on him?
Envy. Envy. Envy.
What a cruel yet sweet ruler.
Walk away. Cry tried to talk himself out of it. Walk away.
What…and let this continue on? Continue being the serving boy while watching Anthony flourish under the Masters rule?
Cry immediately felt more jealously fill him. Destroy it, destroy it.
“Enough.” Cry spoke, stepping out of the indent in the wall.
“Hm?” Both Ian and Anthony pulled back and stared at Cry with confused expressions.
“Cry? Could you do me a favour and make yourself scarce for ten minutes?” Ian said, stepping out from Anthony’s grasp. Ian smiled and Cry paused trying not to be trapped.
“Not going to work.” Cry grunted. He could hardly string words together. Make himself scarce? What was he? A fucking child?
“What?” Ian said, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t think you are the only one in this whole house hold who can break or make something.” Cry said, eyeing Anthony with a bitter glare.
“Cry? You talked me into this! What’s happening?” Anthony said, stepping closer to Ian, who had a matching confused expression.
“You know what, I did, and I may not be able to talk you out of it. Though I can do something so, so much worse. You know what…” Cry began, waving his hand around and a red spark appeared. “I’d like to thank you master, for the many years of training, without those I would’ve forgotten how to do this.” Cry increased the size of the red sparks until they turned into flames, “Too bad Anthony has been here for too short a time to learn how to do any of it.” Cry smirked and before Ian could react he sent his flames toward Anthony and dragged Anthony toward him.
“Cry!” Ian exclaimed.
“Yes, Master?” Cry said, grinning, holding Anthony by the wrist.
Ian’s expression changed from confused to angry, “How sweet, you think you can beat me?”
“I knew you were the spontaneous type, but maybe that’s because I served to for 4 years non-stop. Maybe that’s because you damn near promised to take me instead!” Cry yelled, flames around his hands increasing causing Anthony to flinch backward, having a little resistance to the flames due to his recent transformation.
Ian conjured an almost foggy black substance around him, trying for Anthony but Cry blocked, and ran around the corner. Cleaning almost every corner of the damn place everyday he probably knew the fastest way to the front hall. Cruel intentions.
“Don’t fucking speak or I’ll kill you.” Cry hissed dangerously, to Anthony who had no choice but to follow.
Reaching the front room Cry realised Ian was already there, “Good thing I never taught you how to transport. Cry, why?” Ian said, softly, dissipating the black mist, stepping closer and closer to him.
Cry softened but still didn’t let his grip on Anthony’s hand go.
“I-I…” Cry began but was spun out by a sudden attack and found himself on the floor. “Bastard!” He yelled at Ian who now held Anthony, he looked damn happy to be in his arms again.
Cry stood up and readjusted his stance; Cry had one last trick up his sleeve. One last curve ball.
Cry summoned some fire around his left fist and pretended to throw it toward Anthony, to which Ian reacted quickly and shrouded Anthony. Ian began to smirk until he saw that Cry’s expression matched his. Ian flew back as something crashed into his chest and flew him flying through the wood of the door.
From that moment forth it was almost as if the whole world was in slow motion. The wooden door cracked and splintered everywhere no matter how thick it was, Anthony tried to go after Ian and Cry just stood there amongst the anarchy and saw the first flash of orange.
“There’s no point Anthony. It has already begun; I hope you guys will reunite in hell. I’ll see you there.”
“I don’t understand Cry, why?”
Cry shook his head, refusing to answer the question he thought he would leave with the first subject changer he’d ever said here, “Don’t you think it’s awesome how whoever triggers the ejection from the house gets their magic to destroy the place?”
Anthony buckled at the knees as fire surrounded him but Cry stood straight, dying with dignity would be how he left, he smelt the smoke around him and saw bright orange flames licking at the décor around the room. With one last smile he exhaled and fell backward into the flames.
YOU GOT THE BAD ENDING, play the good one?
Be happy
OR~ skip to part 4 if you've already read it?
Part 4