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Jonny was doing what he did best; violence. He wasn't exactly sure what the rest of the mechanisms were doing as he emptied his gun into the screaming crowd. He waits for the mob to clear before hopping off of his makeshift pedestal.
He had been on this planet for a moment. He knew what to exactly expect from the dark and damp slums of the undercities, especially now as chaos ran rampant and streets stained red with trampled corpses of fleeing masses.
He finished reloading his guns. Spinning his pistol on his pointer finger as he strolled through the desolate road. Stopping here and there to rifle through pockets or rade deserted shops. He didn’t necessarily have a reason for the ‘depopulation’ but these places didn't matter to the story so he could do as he pleased.
He stopped with a grin as he heard the gentle shuffling of people in the distance. He bit down a vicious laughter as he got close enough to hear crying. Call him cruel but scenarios like these were just so fun!
The sight in front of him wasn't odd, per se; one man cradling another dying in his arms. It was the sheer uncanniness of the two that piqued Jonny’s interest. Thick, baggy clothing (Jonny couldn't say he saw anyone else on the planet who wore anything similar). Both mens skin and clothes were caked with an old, dark coat of blood and grime.
The seemingly young-ish men both sported large patches of white or greying hair. The conscious one had long, dark, curly hair that was visibly in horrible condition. They had dark skin which made their many scars stand out against it. He held a much larger man to his chest. As Jonny got closer he could see most of mans left body was mangled, left leg being crushed enough of the calf to be gone.
It was a sad sight sure but Jonny liked a good tragedy and he had already gathered that whatever fucked these two up was not him.
He was about 6 or 7 feet away when the man's head shot up to look at him. He had unnaturally green eyes that seemed to pierce through the steady flow of tears. He was also gravely injured, a large gash in his chest that seemed to be stitching itself together as he approached.
Jonny whistled at the sight, this was going to be interesting.
“You two seem you're having a good time.”
The man continued to stare at him blankly. Jonny could swear he hadn't blinked the whole time.
“Your friend got any of those neat powers?” he crouched down to their level to look at the man's chest. Yep, that thing was stitching itself right up. The man drew the other closer to his chest defensively.
“You know he's dead right?” Jonny poked the corpse with his gun to emphasize his point when the man stirred. letting out a pained groan that sputtered wetly, lungs full of fluid. “Oh shit, nevermind”
The movement seemed to snap the other out his trance, attention quickly shifted to his partner. He propped the other up slightly to look at his expression.
“Martin? Shit- Martin! Can you hear me?” he held the other's face close to his own. The air around them was tender and desperate. Silent pleading could be felt in intense, thick, waves.
“Jon?”
“Martin” the man, now known as Jon(ha ha Jon and Jonny) breathed, smiling and crying simultaneously in was could be only be a deep sense of relief.
“Where are we” he didn't seem to to notice Jonny crouching beside them, or at least didn't care.
“Im not sure…” Jon glanced at him for a moment, expression unreadable. “Where alive”
There was a tense moment of silence before Martin began to cry.
“Y-you bastard. You left me you where going to-” There's a choking sob cutting off whatever explanation Jonny could have got as Martin attempted to push himself off of Jon. (this is getting juicy)
“Martin- Martin don't” Jonny notices the pained look as attempts to keep him on his lap. An attempt to avoid fucking up his leg even more. At the sight of his mangled leg Martin’s eyes widen as panic sets in.
“Shh shh- your ok I got you” he tucks Martins's head into his neck resting his chin against his hair
“How- I'm- I don't think that possible with the blood- how?”
“Im not sure. I think I'm sharing a part of the eye… I think even without them, I'm part of it.” (now where getting a story)
“They're gone? The fears? Where-” Martin sits up slightly to look at Jon. All anger that was held before has dissolved into something that almost looks like relief.
Jon gives a silent nod as tears well in his eyes and he gives a shakey smile.
Martin grabs his face and presses it against his. A gentle, desperate kiss as they embrace each other ever closer.
They hold each other as Jonny watches. For a moment he lets himself some up the vague information the two had given him. He's only seen a small portion of it, but he knows there's a story. And good stories don't have happy endings.
He stands up. Cracking his joints and cocking his fully loaded pistol.
“Um..” Martin doesn't seem to notice the pistol. More flustered and confused with his current audience, maybe a bit delusional from blood loss, but Jon does. He watches with prying, hateful eyes as the man before him stands.
Jonny debates which one to shoot; he could shoot them both but where's the fun in that? Sure yeah more violence but it's not as entertaining. He could shoot Jon, but then Martin will probably die without his- whatever it was …
“Its nothing really personal” he aims the gun and Martin pales. “Just stories aren't as fun with a happy end-”
“Your Jonny d’vill.” Jon looks at him with those fucking eyes again and he can't help but be a bit nervous, even if he is immortal.
“Well, my reputation precedes me then. Even with you two” call him self-centered but It was nice to get some recognition once and a while.
“No. I know you.” he spits, eyes continue to tear there way through Jonny. “in a way I guess. “Immortal space pirate” first mate of the starship Arora. Such a fun character.” Jon laughs at him. Jonny wouldn't say he was scared per say but the creeping air of dread lapped at his spine and the wiring of tapes he was yet to register rang in his ears
“You with your mechanical heart. You blame your insincerity and cruelness on your mechanism but you are just a spiteful, callous, man. If you can even call yourself that.” it is very clear to Jonny now that he is not a person. Not like he is not a person, Jon is something else entirely. Jonny watches in fascination as jon’s skin splits in several places and push the same toxic green eyes the surface.
“You would kill Martin for your story. You are selfish in that way, you see a story and you need it, to tell another's downfall because you have nothing else to do with your immortality.”
Jon spits accusations at him as he clutches Martin closer to his chest. The color of Jon’s dark, inky, hair starts to envelop him. Form becoming a lanky shadow of itself.
“Statement of ‘Jonny d’vill’ regarding the murder of his father and his-” Martin slaps Jon. Reverting him to his ‘normal’ form and snapping Jonny out of whatever fucking spell he had put on him.
“You can not take his statement!” it sounded more like scolding than an actual reprimand for sucking the soul a out of another person
“But he was going-”
“I am very aware and I thank you for that but we don't know what it will do to you if he is really ‘Jonny d’vill’”
“I'm pretty sure he’s not going to do anything to me. I mean look at him, he's white” Jonny is just feeling more confused, and slightly exposed, by the minute.
“Can you tell me what the hell you all are talking about-”
“You have a doctor, correct? Marius von Raum?”
“How do you even know that?”
“Or do you think I scientist would work better” Jon completely ignored the question.
“Both? I don't know I feel like this is a rather supernatural injury.”
“Raphaella as well then.”
“What the fuck are you going on about!”
“You're going to fix Martin’s leg. It's the least you could do after attempting to kill him?”
“Were even! You tried to eat my soul.”
“It was just a statement the worst you'll have is nightmares”
“You could smite him?”
“I think that was only an apocalypse thing”
“Oh-”
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“How are we going to this”
“What do you mean?”
“Jon, I am missing a leg. How am I going to make it all the way to a spaceship?”
“Oh- um, I could carry you?”
“You're going to carry me?”
“I can do it!”
“Sure”
“I could go all- ‘eyeballs’ and do it then?”
“Can you two shut the fuck up”