"Oh my God, that did not happen," Viktor teases. Any of Klaus' stories are highly unbelievable, much like their lives in general. Is Klaus prone to melodrama and exaggeration? Of course. But it doesn't matter. These are beautiful parts of a remarkable whole.
Viktor is part of the chaos. The sound comes so loud and that Viktor's power lights him up. He turns just in time to see the car's trajectory. Fists clenched, Viktor shoves the vehicle to the side. It slams into a bakery. Fuck. Not a great day for collateral damage. Five's warning rings in his head: you can't save enough lives to make up for the ones you take.
But Viktor still tries.
He laughs at Klaus, who speaks behind him. Breathless, nerves frayed from the collision, he's staring at the bakery, trying to figure out how to assess the damage and wondering if everyone's alright. "Shit. I'm gonna go see--" Klaus' cough makes him turn. White eyes go wide and zip down to where Klaus' blood cascades from what Viktor thinks with a wave of nausea is a hole in his brother.
"Klaus!" He screams, panic pinching his voice. Viktor zooms over, but Klaus falls faster, his body hitting the pavement with a sick, wet smack. He slips on that torrent of blood gushing onto the sidewalk, crawling the rest of the way to Klaus.
"Nonononono," Vikor panics to himself. He lifts Klaus' head and slips his folded legs underneath him so Klaus can rest on his knees, so he doesn't choke. Fuck. He's already choking. "Klaus, you gotta stay with me, Klaus, please." Viktor's hands (the knees of his jeans, his sneakers and his white shirt) are all soaked with his brother's blood. Tears stream down his face as he... loses him. As he watches his brother fucking die. A crack of thunder booms loud enough to shatter the rest of the bakery window.
Viktor's powers whirl back to life, whipping trees, sending the metal spinning away into a nearby alley. He's brought someone to life before. He can do it again.
When it doesn't work the third time, Viktor crumbles over the body of his brother. The vivid dream that he woke up changed from is long forgotten.
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Viktor is part of the chaos. The sound comes so loud and that Viktor's power lights him up. He turns just in time to see the car's trajectory. Fists clenched, Viktor shoves the vehicle to the side. It slams into a bakery. Fuck. Not a great day for collateral damage. Five's warning rings in his head: you can't save enough lives to make up for the ones you take.
But Viktor still tries.
He laughs at Klaus, who speaks behind him. Breathless, nerves frayed from the collision, he's staring at the bakery, trying to figure out how to assess the damage and wondering if everyone's alright. "Shit. I'm gonna go see--" Klaus' cough makes him turn. White eyes go wide and zip down to where Klaus' blood cascades from what Viktor thinks with a wave of nausea is a hole in his brother.
"Klaus!" He screams, panic pinching his voice. Viktor zooms over, but Klaus falls faster, his body hitting the pavement with a sick, wet smack. He slips on that torrent of blood gushing onto the sidewalk, crawling the rest of the way to Klaus.
"Nonononono," Vikor panics to himself. He lifts Klaus' head and slips his folded legs underneath him so Klaus can rest on his knees, so he doesn't choke. Fuck. He's already choking. "Klaus, you gotta stay with me, Klaus, please." Viktor's hands (the knees of his jeans, his sneakers and his white shirt) are all soaked with his brother's blood. Tears stream down his face as he... loses him. As he watches his brother fucking die. A crack of thunder booms loud enough to shatter the rest of the bakery window.
Viktor's powers whirl back to life, whipping trees, sending the metal spinning away into a nearby alley. He's brought someone to life before. He can do it again.
When it doesn't work the third time, Viktor crumbles over the body of his brother. The vivid dream that he woke up changed from is long forgotten.