BetrayalNear lay eye-level with the dust on the marble floor. Despite the lurching sickness of reality present in his mind, his expressionless eyes remained dry, blinking rapidly. There he lay, back snapped in two, his whole team of four behind him; and yet nobody rushed to help, nobody spoke. How could they be expected to? The world was surely flipped on its side, the atmosphere spinning out of control. No reaper, genius, god or simpleton could defeat the residue of betrayal - the painful lump in one's throat, the burning behind the eyes, the nausea fighting an overwhelmed body. Everybody seemed to have reached a mutual resolution; it's over.Betrayal5 years ago in Fan Fiction
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Nobody spoke. Silence pulsed through sickeningly calm air, deafening the five human beings into madness. How much time had passed? An hour? A few seconds? Time was meaningless here, all laws of nature defied.
Near remained still, essentially motionless save the heaving of his lungs. The same word repeated in his head over and over to a heavy, consistant