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Thick liquid poured from the cuts on his body as he shakily raised his arm to fire another shot. He couldn't get away with this, he couldn't allow it. No way. Not after everything he did. He caused the death suffering of countless innocents, destroyed the city, turned his allies against him and Zero- Zero was dead because of him. He couldn't allow it. Not one bit.
Despite the bone deep ache in his body, X used every bit of energy he could muster into one final charge shot pointing directly at Sigma's chest.
“I won't miss. I won't hesitate. NOT AGAIN!”
The shot fired, Sigma yelled. In a flash of light, X collapsed as Sigma crumpled to the ground, his body mangled and disfigured.
Quiet.
That was the first thing he picked up on once his systems came back online.
Void, piercing quiet.
Sigma was dead. It was over.
X slowly and shakily rose to his feet, cradling his buster arm, disfigured from his fight.
He stood at the center of the castle. Alone. The surrounding rooms merely filled with fallen allies and defeated mavericks.
It was so quiet.
Zero always enjoyed the quiet, while X preferred the soft bustle of friendly voices. Zero…He said he found the quiet peaceful and thought that the constant hustle bustle of blabbering mouths was exhausting, though X's voice was apparently an exception to this rule with Zero describing it as soothing once during a slow day at HQ where they had managed to get time alone.
They…wouldn't be able to do that anymore huh? With him…gone. What was he to do now? While X always appreciated Dr Cain's company, it wouldn't be the same without his blond haired companion standing right beside him. Casually brushing their fingers against each other or placing a comforting hand on his shoulder when situations got tense.
That wouldn't happen anymore. Never again, he'd never-
Tick.
X immediately froze. While his processors may have been damaged, there was no mistaking the sound of a small piece of rumble falling to the ground somewhere nearby.
How was that possible? Everything was dismantled.
Maybe it was nothing, it had to be nothing. Everything was dead. Everyone was dead. He was all alone.
Tick.
Again, the sound of rock hitting the ground.
X's head frantically swiveled, desperate eyes searching for the source of the noise.
However what he saw instead made his head drop.
Sigma's head. It was gone.
What the hell?
What the hell!?!?
Where was it?! How?! Why?!
Despite his bone deep exhaustion, X got out his plasma blaster, shakily pivoting in place on wobbly legs.
Tick.
To his left.
Tick.
His right?
Tick.
What the hell, where was it coming from?!
.
.
.
Click.
…
above him.