POV: Morrigan
It was the next day and Morrigan was wearing Bennies pjs while sleeping on the couch. Due to the fact he rushed over without going inside his house. His mind was stuck on what Kairo said, why was he sorry? He's never apologized for anything in his entire spoiled life. His mother probably tried to add another layer of deceit by forcing him to act sympathetic.
"Good morning Morrigan! I hope you slept well, the couch isn't all too comfortable so I hope your back is alright."
"Morning, it was comfortable enough."
A moment of silence fell over the two. Trying to fill it Bennie offered to cook breakfast. Morrigan simply nodded and brought his legs up to his chest. Staring off into an empty space. Continuing to analyze what Kairo said.
POV: BENNIE
The kitchen is connected to the small living-room so he could see what Morrigan was doing and vice versa. There wasn't much food in the house thanks to how little he liked it. Today will be different, he's gonna make food for Morrigan and spill his guts to him. Nothing bad will happen!
"Hey Morrigan? I'm heading out to buy food at the market. What do you want?"
"Hm? Oh, uh could you please get some cup noodles? Any kind will do. I'll pay you back when you get back. Thank you."
Bennie would nod softly, putting on a light blue coat. Feeling extra chipper today now that he has some company. As he walked out of his house he would wave down a taxi and hopping in, telling the driver where he wanted to go. Tapping the floor with his foot quickly. Humming a little tune he especially liked. Once the car took off he would look in the mirror. Fixing his blonde hair, he would stop all movement, looking at his pale blue eyes.
For a moment he wondered how he should tell Morrigan, would the two be able to remain friends if it went south? Could the two even speak inside work again? A wave of nausea and anxiety filled him. The tapping of his foot intensifying as he chewed his nails.
"Uh- Sir? Are you alright? Should I call a paramedic? You look awfully pale."
"What? I'm fine, just focused."
"If you're certain we're at your stop, be careful now."
Nodding in her direction he would pay a generous tip. With a calm smile he would take in a deep breath, soothing his anxiety by having hope. Hopping out and searching for what he needed at the market.
POV: MORRIGAN.
His thoughts were running wild. The only thing that halted them was a deafening roar from outside. Rushing towards a window he would see part of what looked like a… a twin headed orc!? Why was that here? Shouldn't the alarms be going off? Where was Bennie??!? It was over 100ft tall easily. Running out the door he would get in his car nearly screaming at it to go to the market. His eyes glued on where the twin headed orc was. It swung two massive clubs around, hitting numerous buildings. No doubt killing many people.
"Go faster damnit!! Bennie is in danger!"
Obeying his command, the car would accelerate to a mind blowing 120mph. Making it to the market in a matter of minutes. Before the car could even land properly he flew out of it. Yelling for Bennie as hundreds of people shoved passed him screaming in a panic. Unfortunately the twin headed orc wasn't the only threat. Millions of normal sized orcs flooded the city killing all that got close. Unlucky him, he saw around 20 in the area those who froze out of fear chopped up mercilessly.
The one good thing about this was that he found Bennie! But he was surrounded by 3 orcs. Somehow he was fighting them off? Rushing over Morrigan saw Bennie slaughtering them. The first had its head cleaved off with a single strike of a glaive. The second was stabbed in the heart and thrown at the third orc. It was somehow beautiful to watch but all he could do was sit there, dumbstruck by the power Bennie held.
Behind Morrigan sounded another ear shattering roar from the twin headed orc. It made Bennie, who was locked in combat look his way. Morrigan has only seen Bennie be serious like this one other time and the two weren't even teenagers yet. He saw Bennies lips move but heard no words come out thanks to how far away they were.
Doubts and suspicions filled his mind. Was Bennie a spy sent by his mother? Why did he hide such power from him? Was Bennie planning on killing him?
"Morrigan thank god you're safe! Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need treatment? I can heal you. The alarm hasn't sounded yet so someone must be sabotaging the alarms."
He approached Morrigan with a relieved look on his face. Forgetting that the power he displayed was supposed to be kept hidden.
"Who the fuck are you? My friend doesn't have power like that. He's a damn F-rank like me! Are you some kind of shapeshifter? Did my mother send you?" Morrigan would put up his fists in a defensive position.
"Huh? Oh dear- I promise I'm Bennie, I've always had this power. I just wasn't allowed to tell you." He wore a pained expression "Your mother hired me to protect you when I was 15. I'm really sorry M-"
A massive club would fall onto Bennie leaving a massive dent in the ground. Another roar from the twin headed orc sounded. It was mere 30 yards away now. 1,000 more orcs following behind it. Fear flooded him. The only thing that could escape his mouth was a scream of agony. Bennie was dead, he had no power and he couldn't do anything against the orcs.
Panic and the fear of death started to overwhelm him. Falling backwards onto the ground, staring up into the eyes of the twin headed orc.The only thing that brought him back to his senses was a abysmal voice echoing through his head that said.
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