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It was another world threatening event, though they have a very simple solution to it. That is : To kill the teen causing before it got out of hand.
The problem? Nothing could get close enough to the teen before they got burned from inside out.
So when they found out that theoretically Stephen could get close enough? They tested it of course. The sorcerer was able to get all the way to the center of it all where an unconscious teen lay.
“I-I can see him…” He said to the communication device in his ear.
Everything as far as the eye can see was burned to ashes till nothing is left and the death zone is quickly expanding. The only salvation they have is from the fact that the town is (was) located in the middle of nowhere.
‘Yo- -eed to k-l -m’ the com returned in a terrible static voice, barely understandable.
Kill? He- he couldn’t- the teen- the child isn’t even consciously doing it and he swore an oath that he wouldn’t- he wouldn’t-
‘You ne- -o do it -ow’ the voice urgently called out to him.
‘-he -eath zon- is e-panding, quickly!’ and Stephen knew how dangerous it was but he just- couldn’t. At this point he was starting to hyperventilate without even realizing.
‘Step-y it- okay.’ A very familiar voice came through.
‘The -een- -he child isn- -oing -o surv-ve wit- the guilt -ven if he -oes live. -ease step-. I -now we’- ask- - lot -f you -ut you need t- -o it.’
And he did.
It was a blur after that. He distantly feels his knees collapsing to the ground with the child’s blood. He could hear the distant hum of a repulsor.
“Stephen!” He could feel very familiar strong arms hugging around him but he couldn’t muster the strength to react.
The next thing he knew he was back at their penthouse with a fresh change of clothes and being cuddled on their bed with the same strong arms as before.
A strong callus hand rubbed a circle on his back. With comforting words spewing from his mouth. It felt so comforting and Stephen just wanted to fall back to it all. Forget everything.
“I-” He spoke for the first time since he took the child’s life “I took an oath to do no harm and I just killed a child- ”
“Oh Stephen… It wasn’t your fault it's going to be okay. Let it out.” and as if it were a damn, he did.
He cried and sobbed and mourned to his heart content and still, it hurts.
Through it all, The older man kept the younger one close still whispering words of encouragement.
Night turned to day and the younger one had finally settled down still in the older one’s arm.