The Prolouge of an Unnamed Collab. Blogland Story!!

That's right, I made a new thingamabob! Nix and Eve and Lynxia have all seen the draft, but this is the extended, proper version. Read! Reeead!
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~ PROLOUGE ~

GAS

Darkness slowly seeped through the tiny gap under the steel chamber door and spread through the small cell like a gas. Toxic and deadly. This was Fyxli, the new Necromancy technique Vyrin had recently created through experimenting. It would kill within seconds of inhaling.

“Oh...” Nixion muttered, backing away from the darkness and backing up against the steel wall behind. “Oh…that isn't good…”
"Way to point out the obvious." Ivy snarled at him, also backing up as the rest of us followed suit.

“That can’t be good at all…” Nixion continued as if Ivy hadn’t said anything at all.

“Nixion, shut up.” Ivy said ferociously, her glare hardening as the gas drifted closer.

Nixion stopped talking.

“I can still hear you!” she roared after a short silence. Ivy was ignored by everyone else and I vaguely heard someone pounding a fist against the steel wall. Probably Flame.

My heart pounded as my head begun to spin. Surely this couldn't be how everything would end for us. After everything we had been through, all the good times, all the laughs. Even after all the hard work we had done on this case, all the fighting, all the sacrificing, pulling through after losing Ink and Hope. Even escaping the cell and dying at the hands of Nagier and Crucify would be better than this, would suffice, would be less humiliating. Would at least leave us a fighting chance, however slim. It was an impossibility, to think that my sheer stupidity had led us all to our deaths in this stupid, cramped cell, powerless to Vyrin and her new cronies, Nagier and Crucify.

Sparky, Flame, Nixion, Ivy, Lynxia, Lorelei, Eve. They were all here. They had all decided to take my word, trust that I knew what I was doing when it came to understanding Nagier’s actions.

An awful guilt filled my throat and threatened to bring tears to my eyes as the darkness flittered closer threateningly. So this was how Vyrin wanted us to spend our final moments; in fear of a Necromancy technique she had invented, powerless to do anything because to resist would mean to stop breathing. She wanted to spend out last moments in humiliation and for me to feel the full force of what I have done; I have basically killed all of my friends in one stupid, arrogant act.

Everything would be alright, I tried to tell myself. Everything is always alright. We’ve been in worse situations before and ended up fine

But I knew that there would be no coming out this time.

The guilt rose within.

The fear mounted inside.

The horror set in.

And Nixion fell to the ground with a loud thud, his heart no longer beating…