Kaiju Loser
Resident Kaiju Groupie
The sun had just disappeared below the horizon, the moon casting a light glow on the stagnant lake. The red-haired man stared at the reflection in the water, the image waving ever so slightly with the water’s movements. Hunter plunged a bloodied hand into the cold lake, scooping up some of the green-ish water and gently pouring it on the throbbing wound on his side. He winced as the water stung the sensitive tissue, but repeated the process a few times to clean the gash.
The soldier lifted his head, hearing a crack in the foliage around him. Swearing quietly, Hunter readied his weapon. Perhaps it was just Zeanon, but he had to be careful. Hunter stood up, holding a hand against the wound to try and slow the bleeding. “Zee?” Hunter barely uttered, trying to look around the bushes.
Hunter didn’t have time to react to the ambush. The ground was hard, knocking the wind out of him. He was weak, he knew that, but he still tried to thrash and punch at his attacker. The other man was near twice his size, making Hunter’s attempts to escape nearly impossible.
Without another second to think, he felt the cold water from before starting to swallow him, encasing him. The cold felt nice on his side, but he wouldn’t have noticed. Hunter thrashed around, trying to get the hands around his neck to let him go. He couldn’t breathe- When did he even breathe out??
Hunter was screaming for help, the air disturbing the surface of the already violent water.
The redhead's eyes snapped open, looking around frantically. He tore himself away from the hands on his arms, yelling and crying. “Hunter, it’s me!” Zeanon blurted, trying to break his boyfriend’s trance. Tears flowed from the male’s scared eyes, making Zeanon’s heart ache. The white-haired demon pulled the soldier into a tight hug. At first, Hunter retaliated in fear before realizing who had latched onto him. The panicked male melted in the other’s arms, balling the loose, teal shirt into his fists.
Zeanon ran a hand through the soft, tangled hair of his boyfriend, trying to calm him down. “You’re okay, it was just a dream.,” Zeanon whispered. It had been a few years since the incident, but it still haunted the red-haired soldier.
“I- I’m sorry,” Hunter choked out, sniffling. Zeanon only held him tighter. He quickly glanced at the clock, 5:49 am… Zeanon sighed and laid back, pulling Hunter with him. The boy yelped in surprise but eventually relaxed. The young demon was prepared to stay awake for a while, and that was just fine.
The soldier lifted his head, hearing a crack in the foliage around him. Swearing quietly, Hunter readied his weapon. Perhaps it was just Zeanon, but he had to be careful. Hunter stood up, holding a hand against the wound to try and slow the bleeding. “Zee?” Hunter barely uttered, trying to look around the bushes.
Hunter didn’t have time to react to the ambush. The ground was hard, knocking the wind out of him. He was weak, he knew that, but he still tried to thrash and punch at his attacker. The other man was near twice his size, making Hunter’s attempts to escape nearly impossible.
Without another second to think, he felt the cold water from before starting to swallow him, encasing him. The cold felt nice on his side, but he wouldn’t have noticed. Hunter thrashed around, trying to get the hands around his neck to let him go. He couldn’t breathe- When did he even breathe out??
Hunter was screaming for help, the air disturbing the surface of the already violent water.
The redhead's eyes snapped open, looking around frantically. He tore himself away from the hands on his arms, yelling and crying. “Hunter, it’s me!” Zeanon blurted, trying to break his boyfriend’s trance. Tears flowed from the male’s scared eyes, making Zeanon’s heart ache. The white-haired demon pulled the soldier into a tight hug. At first, Hunter retaliated in fear before realizing who had latched onto him. The panicked male melted in the other’s arms, balling the loose, teal shirt into his fists.
Zeanon ran a hand through the soft, tangled hair of his boyfriend, trying to calm him down. “You’re okay, it was just a dream.,” Zeanon whispered. It had been a few years since the incident, but it still haunted the red-haired soldier.
“I- I’m sorry,” Hunter choked out, sniffling. Zeanon only held him tighter. He quickly glanced at the clock, 5:49 am… Zeanon sighed and laid back, pulling Hunter with him. The boy yelped in surprise but eventually relaxed. The young demon was prepared to stay awake for a while, and that was just fine.
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