[012]

When the Weak Go Marching In Part 2

“What the hell is a Lost?”

Yuki gestures us to stand behind,

“Gato, I know how you work and the type of person you are. If you're gonna do some bullshit exposition to pull the readers away from the story, do it now and don't get involved.”

“Fuck that, he can watch for himself and figure it out! Don't think I’m letting your toxic ass take the glory here. I basically got zero screen time in the last fight!”

The Lost murmured,

“moMmy… Daaddyyy…”

“What did it say?”

Yuki shushed me,

“Sorry Prim, but we need to see what kind of negativity this Lost represents.”

“where DiId YoUu GooOOOOOOOOOOOO”

The scream slightly melted the train car, making us slower and the surroundings filled with thick slimy blood.

“Children.”

Gato declared,

“This Lost is more chaotic than usual, if we patiently avoid it until it gets tired then we should be fine.”

Gato hopped around and avoided the muck thrown at her by the Lost, but I noticed Yuki just watched her.

“Why don't you help her?”

Yuki looked at me with the most prideful expression ever.

“I'm not obligated to. I’ll gladly help you but never her.”

Anger.

Red.

“Then help me by helping her you smug prick.”

“Fuck did you call me??”

Gato decapitated the Lost only for it to return and groan once more.

“She's clearly struggling, Yuki!! Help her!”

Gato turned to me,

“Fuck off Prim. I don't need his help on this.”

What happened? This shit writing came out of nowhere there wasn't any tension between them before. Wait, I haven't seen them interact consecutively before…

I have to get their shit together for them…

“Stop acting like a divorced couple and fucking FIGHT TOGETHER!!”

I didn't intend on wording it that way but the most embarrassed looks wiped both their faces, something I said?

“fuck you prim.”

Suddenly Yuki’s expression changed to complete distaste and he faced his hand to me, I was flung to the back wall of the train.

“Telekinesis?”

I mumbled as I went limp.

“Wrong.”

He faced his right palm up facing the Lost,

“Still.”

The Lost fell to the floor as if being compressed. Yuki held his left hand out in a claw fashion and began to grip.

“Crush!”

The Lost compressed into itself, seemingly writhing in pain. Gato jumped in and cut it to pieces in which all smaller pieces compressed into each other.

“Now, Begone.”

Yuki stated as the pieces all exploded into blood, the blood turned black and disappeared. Yuki turned back to me, never changing his distasteful expression.

“My ability allows both the creation and manipulation of any form of gravity.”