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BANG!!! BANG!!! BANG!!!
Till could still remember each crisp gunshot.
He could still remember Ivan’s lips on his, then his firm and warm hands gently gripping his throat to feign choking.
But most importantly, he could remember the look in the dark haired male’s eyes as he fell to the ground.
It was of resignation. Longing. And sad satisfaction.
Till didn’t understand at first. And he still didn’t. Had Ivan been planning this? Had he known he’d eventually have to go against the teal-eyed male, so decided he’d sacrifice himself for the other?
He sighed, putting a hand to the white collar on his neck - LED light a blaring shade of red - before adjusting his new green and grey ensemble and walking out of his dressing room.
Past Till would have balked at this but…
Ivan’s death had affected him more than he’d care to admit.
In ANAKT Garden, he’d always say to Ivan that he wouldn’t care if he died, to which the taller boy would laugh and brush it off.
But now that it had already happened…
Till scowled at a segyein who grabbed him by the arm, scolding him for walking slowly and zoning out while dragging forward.
He should be throwing a fit right now. But he felt too dazed to care.
All he could think about were lifeless black eyes with piercing red pupils staring into his soul.
+ + +
Eventually, he started to hear the cheers of the non-human crowd. The segyein shoved him forwards so he was standing on the stage.
It was a sea of purple light sticks, with just a few obscured figures holding green ones that stood out from the rest of the masked aliens.
A low chuckle could be heard from beside him, so Till turned to be met face to face with the one and only winner of Season 49.
Luka.
The purple-fingered man confidently grinned and stepped further out onto the stage, making the crowd go wild. Till frowned, and followed closely behind to stand beside him. He opened his mouth to start singing, all too ready to meet Ivan at the end of the round, when suddenly-
“MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIINNNNNNN!!!!!” Someone bellowed.
Everything and everyone went silent. Even the segyein handling the sound system was so flabbergasted by the mention of an old human civilization that it turned the music off.
Suddenly, multiple helicopters crashed into the stage area and landed on the stage. A net was thrown over Luka and men dressed in black spun the blonde around before throwing him into the crowd.
An orange man approached Till, wrapping his large arm around his waist. “You’re safe now. LET’S MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!!!!!!!”
Till blinked, looking at the man. Heat rose to his cheeks. “Ok…?”
THE END.