Burning Lungs, Burdened Heart

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==Summary==
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It was… quiet. Dark, and quiet.
In the dimly lit atmosphere a young deer wandered, aimlessly hoping to find any hint of familiarity. It felt like a place he should know, but Dario continued pacing. The repetitive motions typically jogged his memory, if done for long enough. It wasn’t making sense; threads… why so many threads?
He couldn’t know that he was alone, as the answer to how he arrived in this place escaped even him. Dario couldn’t help but notice the cushions that seemed to compliment the lone table that adorned this room, but that seemed to be it. Comforts were not a luxury in this place, colorful threads strewn around in a manner that seemed chaotic; and yet, had to be known in order to someone.
“…it’s quite rude for a stag to frequent a dwelling without invitation, you know.”
Dario felt his blood freeze in that moment – a voice he could never shake. The muscles in his body seemed to seize all at once, planting him in a stone state adjacent to some threads that reflected the little light available to him. His mind was racing faster than he could imagine.
“…w-who’s there?”
The figure stepped out from what seemed like an endlessly darkened corner of the room. The light began to illuminate features that replayed memories for the deer that he would give anything to forget. Ruffled, blood-stained feathers and battle-worn talons crept closer to where he found himself fixated, and everything told him to turn and run… but he couldn’t.
“You know who I am. Don’t play a fool; it’s unbecoming of you.”
The hawk was mere feet away, eyeing Dario from his antlers to the floor that held him firm. The deer could feel his eyes releasing tears, but couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t move an inch. His body, so incapable of movement, couldn’t even tremble in this moment. To feel the bird making small, calculated movements closer to him struck the greatest fear into his heart.
“…please, please don’t-”
The bird swung himself around quickly before Dario could finish his plea and ran his talons along the length of his face. The burning and feeling of blood overwhelmed Dario into silence once again… and he still couldn’t move, even after this. Why?… why can’t I run?…
“Do you think I want to hear you beg? Oh, no, Dario… we’ve had enough of that. ‘Sylar, please no!’… I don’t want to have any repetition of our past history.”
Sylar gripped Dario’s wrist tightly, applying just enough force to pierce where talons met skin. The deer could do nothing but scream internally at the impending torture he would endure; to him, this had to be it.
“I won’t make those mistakes again. I won’t allow you time to run, or time to nearly take my life. I end this here.” With the hawk’s grip getting stronger by the second, Dario felt a familiar sensation in his hands. Whatever was happening, it was not new to him. “Let’s see you make your way out of this one.”
A quick movement snapped Dario’s wrist; the shattering of bones made the deer nearly faint in a moment. Sudden heat and adrenaline kept him from passing out, and with one quick glance, Dario knew what had just happened. The threads had… ignited.
“Godspeed. Tell Serena I will see her again, assuming you make it to… ah, it’s irrelevant. Enjoy your last moments. I know I will.”
Sylar released his grip from Dario and kicked him square in the chest, sending him onto his back. Every bit of his body was in pain, and his lungs now filled with smoke as the room around him was set ablaze. The darkness grew around him, with heat causing his skin to burn with increasing intensity. The smoke in his lungs kept him from having a single effective breath, and Dario could feel the world closing around him. It couldn’t be helped, but even in the last moments of coherent thought before losing consciousness, only one thought lingered in his mind.
I’m…
…I’m so sorry, Milae.
Category:BOTGD 2
Category:Events
Category:Act II
Category:Dario Hjort