WHOOPS. I just realized I replied to the wrong comment. OMG. I FAIL AT FILLING SO MUCH.
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Noctis needed to hurry.
He zapped through Zegnautus Keep with haste; his movements agile and precise as he wove around the stray daemons and troublesome MTs. There is no time to waste. He can’t afford to sacrifice anymore and he can’t afford to be shook by any of Ardyn’s taunts either.
The ring that encompassed his finger burned a certain sensation into his skin. It only drove him to do more; to keep on going; to trust his instincts and believe that his friends are still alive -- that Prompto is alive.
Upon encountering Ravus, he had gained the Sword of the Father. For a few moments, he mourned the death of his friend but if he wanted to prevent any more deaths from happening, he realized he couldn’t let himself waver anymore. Ardyn’s comments and taunts bothered him from time to time, though the thought of reuniting with his friends overpowered all the abysmal crap coming from the Chancellor.
Therefore, he kept going.
Noctis destroyed -- obliterated -- whatever that stood on his way. Daemons and MTs alike stood no chance against him as adrenaline coursed his veins in mighty torrents; and from adrenaline alone, he drove forward.
Though, now stuck between two doors enclosing around him, he was at a loss of what to do. The adrenaline was still there, but it was accompanied by another feeling -- this newfound feeling was not at all helping him in any way, much to his dismay.
Maybe he could sma-
“Noct?”
Noctis, caught surprised, had yelled back, “Ignis?!”
Ignis and Gladio who were outside of the trap he was caught in, had stopped the doors on their tracks before the Prince was scorched by lightning.
From then, they proceeded higher into the Keep. With his Advisor and Shield by his side, Noctis felt he could really find Prompto.
And he did.
At the end of the endless rows of cells, was one cell which held Prompto captive; held in a contraption that kept him upright in a position that resembled something like being nailed to a cross.
Delighted, Noctis rapidly unbounded Prompto from the apparatus. Gladio had caught the blonde before his body hit the ground. The Gunslinger was at a worse state than he thought; bruises were scattered all across his body and the more prominent ones were on his wrist. Dried blood caked his hair and arms. Wounds that were potential causes of infection littered his entire frame and Noctis didn’t know where else to look.
“Easy now,” the shield had mumbled as he settled onto the floor with Prompto in his arms.
“How is he?” Ignis asked, worried.
“He’s coming to.”
Prompto whimpered and his eyes abruptly opened before closing in a tight clench. “Prompto?” Noctis called.
Prompto’s lids lifted and the three were speechless.
Noctis couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And neither could Gladio nor Ignis.
Prompto’s irises were tainted a vehement red; the same hue of blood and the small, red lights scattered inside the Keep. They glistened an eerie glow and Noctis’ heart was suddenly held captive by an unknown force.
“N-No, get away from me!”
The Gunslinger scampered out of Gladio’s arms, shaking and Noctis saw fear run through Prompto’s now red eyes. He saw fear, terror, dread and apprehension. He saw the emotions he’d never thought Prompto would look at him with.
Prompto is afraid.
“Prompto, what-”
“Nonono- there is no Prompto. Only Quicksilver, Quicksilver, Quicksilver-”
Who’s Quicksilver?
Prompto’s pupils were blown wide as he rose his hands to grab at his locks, his fingernails raking his scalp.
Noctis moved to grab Prompto’s arms, trying to cease whatever his friend was about to do and to impede further damage. The prince pulled his hands away from Prompto’s head and in the process, black markings caught his eyes. When he had successfully pinned Prompto’s arms above his head, Noctis then had been allowed to further observe the marking. It was a-
Noctis paled. It was a barcode.
“Prompto, wha-”
“Quicksilverquicksilverquicksikver-”
Noctis’ breath was lost somewhere down his throat. His brows were stitched together as he looked back at Ignis and Gladio.
Re: FILL: [Gen] Blood Taker 2/2.
. . .
Noctis needed to hurry.
He zapped through Zegnautus Keep with haste; his movements agile and precise as he wove around the stray daemons and troublesome MTs. There is no time to waste. He can’t afford to sacrifice anymore and he can’t afford to be shook by any of Ardyn’s taunts either.
The ring that encompassed his finger burned a certain sensation into his skin. It only drove him to do more; to keep on going; to trust his instincts and believe that his friends are still alive -- that Prompto is alive.
Upon encountering Ravus, he had gained the Sword of the Father. For a few moments, he mourned the death of his friend but if he wanted to prevent any more deaths from happening, he realized he couldn’t let himself waver anymore. Ardyn’s comments and taunts bothered him from time to time, though the thought of reuniting with his friends overpowered all the abysmal crap coming from the Chancellor.
Therefore, he kept going.
Noctis destroyed -- obliterated -- whatever that stood on his way. Daemons and MTs alike stood no chance against him as adrenaline coursed his veins in mighty torrents; and from adrenaline alone, he drove forward.
Though, now stuck between two doors enclosing around him, he was at a loss of what to do. The adrenaline was still there, but it was accompanied by another feeling -- this newfound feeling was not at all helping him in any way, much to his dismay.
Maybe he could sma-
“Noct?”
Noctis, caught surprised, had yelled back, “Ignis?!”
Ignis and Gladio who were outside of the trap he was caught in, had stopped the doors on their tracks before the Prince was scorched by lightning.
From then, they proceeded higher into the Keep. With his Advisor and Shield by his side, Noctis felt he could really find Prompto.
And he did.
At the end of the endless rows of cells, was one cell which held Prompto captive; held in a contraption that kept him upright in a position that resembled something like being nailed to a cross.
Delighted, Noctis rapidly unbounded Prompto from the apparatus. Gladio had caught the blonde before his body hit the ground. The Gunslinger was at a worse state than he thought; bruises were scattered all across his body and the more prominent ones were on his wrist. Dried blood caked his hair and arms. Wounds that were potential causes of infection littered his entire frame and Noctis didn’t know where else to look.
“Easy now,” the shield had mumbled as he settled onto the floor with Prompto in his arms.
“How is he?” Ignis asked, worried.
“He’s coming to.”
Prompto whimpered and his eyes abruptly opened before closing in a tight clench. “Prompto?” Noctis called.
Prompto’s lids lifted and the three were speechless.
Noctis couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And neither could Gladio nor Ignis.
Prompto’s irises were tainted a vehement red; the same hue of blood and the small, red lights scattered inside the Keep. They glistened an eerie glow and Noctis’ heart was suddenly held captive by an unknown force.
“N-No, get away from me!”
The Gunslinger scampered out of Gladio’s arms, shaking and Noctis saw fear run through Prompto’s now red eyes. He saw fear, terror, dread and apprehension. He saw the emotions he’d never thought Prompto would look at him with.
Prompto is afraid.
“Prompto, what-”
“Nonono- there is no Prompto. Only Quicksilver, Quicksilver, Quicksilver-”
Who’s Quicksilver?
Prompto’s pupils were blown wide as he rose his hands to grab at his locks, his fingernails raking his scalp.
Noctis moved to grab Prompto’s arms, trying to cease whatever his friend was about to do and to impede further damage. The prince pulled his hands away from Prompto’s head and in the process, black markings caught his eyes. When he had successfully pinned Prompto’s arms above his head, Noctis then had been allowed to further observe the marking. It was a-
Noctis paled. It was a barcode.
“Prompto, wha-”
“Quicksilverquicksilverquicksikver-”
Noctis’ breath was lost somewhere down his throat. His brows were stitched together as he looked back at Ignis and Gladio.
Only one thing came to Noctis’ mind.
Was I too late?