"For the angst prompt, nalu with END!natsu and the prompt: I’m a monster? What about you? (love all your writing by the way)" - kamamo1
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Lucy’s back hits the wall hard, knocking the breath from her lungs. The back of her head collides with the wall and she gasps, her ears start ringing and her vision blurs until she can’t see anything. she slips to the
ground on her side, rocks cutting into her skin in places, but she hardly feels
Her arms, her legs, her head.
Lucy rolls onto her stomach, pushing herself onto her knees.
Her keys are gone, lost somewhere in the rubble. She wheezes as she sits up, an
arm pressing against her chest as she winces. She has one—maybe two broken
ribs, she’s sure of that. A cough racks her body, making her double over
Her hand comes away red and she flinches.
“You’re a monster,” she spits at the creature walking
towards her. She glances over at it, fire in her eyes. It’s Natsu’s face
staring back at her, lips curved back in a cruel smirk, sharp teeth bared
threateningly. His dark eyes have gone red, almost like Gajeel’s, but so much
different at the same time. It’s like there’s blood swirling around in them,
and maybe there is. Blood red scales line his face, around his eyes and
scattered over his cheeks. Dark horns protrude from his messy hair, his bangs
falling into his eyes, and his nails have twisted into jagged claws. A dark,
swirling mark has wrapped its way up his arm, swallowing his guild mark whole.
Her heart lurches. His guild mark is gone, almost like it
was never there in the first place.
And she hates it. She hates that it’s not Natsu looking at
her, instead it’s some monster wearing his face as a mask, controlling him like
And he’s gone. Natsu is just… gone. And standing in front of
her is some monster that was inside him all along. They all have monsters
inside them, but not like this.
Natsu—E.N.D’s face twists in a snarl, but then he throws
his head back, laughing. Lucy shakes her head, pushing herself to her feet, her
body screaming in protest. It’s Natsu’s laugh, only it doesn’t sound right.
“I’m the monster?” He scoffs, shaking his head. Another
laugh bubbles out of his throat, and her heart squeezes in her chest. A lump
catches in her throat, choking her. “What about you?”
Lucy sucks in an angry breath through clenched teeth,
grinding them together. Her legs give out and she collapses on her knees. Her right
hand trails over the top of her right boot, flitting over the buckles and
straps on it. Her fingertips brush against soft leather. Her eyes slip shut,
tears burning her eyes as she swallows thickly. She murmurs something he can’t
He cocks his head to the side mockingly. “What was that?” he
hisses. “I couldn’t hear you.” A dark chuckle rumbles in his chest. Her hand
clenches. He crouches next to her, smirking.
I’m so sorry, Natsu,
she thinks, I’m so sorry.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but he’s too late.
Lucy looks up at him. “I said ‘you’re right.’ ” He never saw her move. A sick,
squelching sound rips through the air between them, the knife in her hand
sinking into his chest easily, right through his heart. His laughter chokes
off, a gargled gasp leaving him. Her eyes lock with his, cold and hollow, and
she presses harder, the knife slipping in further. Her eyebrows knit together,
confusion flitting across his face, and suddenly it’s Natsu looking at her
again. “I am a monster,” she whispers, her heart breaking. The red leaves his
eyes, the scales disappearing, and he just stares at her, confused and hurt,
like a kicked puppy that doesn’t know what they did wrong and just wants you to
love them again.
A sob rips from her chest as she watches blood seep out from
around the knife, slipping down his bare chest and dripping onto the ground.
The inky blackness staining his right arm drips away like water.
He exhales slowly, shuddery. “Lucy?” he whines softly, eyes
shining with hurt. His hand raises slowly, his fingertips trailing to hers and
the knife sunk deep into his chest.
She gasps, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry,” she
whispers, voice trembling. Her hand starts shaking, fingers still clenched
tightly around the grip of the knife. She releases it, her fingers brushing
against his, curling around them lightly. She feels bile rise in her throat. “I’m
so sorry.” Another sob tears through her, her eyes never leaving him. “I couldn’t
let you hurt anyone else.”
His fingers fall from hers.