Black and Blue

by Anonymous

Summary:

Chance can’t forget about iTrapped. Noob is caught in the aftermath.

Chance was running for his life.

 

The distant sounds of the killer—which he believes, may be Noli—grow fainter with every step, but he knows it’s only a matter of time before they catch up. His feet pound the cold pavement, lungs burning, legs aching, yet he doesn’t dare stop. The corridors twist and wind, dark shadows creeping over his vision, but he keeps his focus alert, pushing himself faster with every heartbeat.

 

A sudden blast of pain hits him, the searing sensation coursing through his body as an unseen attack strikes him square in the back. His breath hitches in agony, and before he can even process what’s happening, his legs give way beneath him. He crashes to the ground, the world spinning wildly around him. His vision blurs, but he forces himself to push forward, using the walls to drag himself back onto his feet. There's an ache that burns from his side, but he doesn’t dare look at it—he knows can’t afford to stop.

 

With desperate urgency, Chance stumbles into a narrow, crumbling doorway of the abandoned building. The air inside is damp and musty, but it’s a shelter—if only for a few moments. His heart pounds in his ears as he tries to catch his breath, his back pressed against the cold concrete wall. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

 

The world begins to blur around him, as though his very vision is swimming in an endless sea of fog. The edges of his sight darken, pulling him deeper into a haze. He can’t focus, he can’t think—the sensation is nauseating. His body is exhausted, his mind shrouded with disorientation.

 

A voice cuts through the silence, loud and clear, piercing the thick veil of confusion.

 

“Chance! Are you okay?” The voice is familiar, laced with concern. It reaches him through the storm in his mind. The voice belongs to someone—someone he recognizes. The figure appears vaguely in their line of sight—it’s someone with blond hair and wearing blue.

 

His mind stutters, and his heart skips a beat. He blinks rapidly, trying to focus. But no matter how hard he tries, the world always seems to spin faster. The figure in front of him seems to flicker in and out of focus, darting across his vision.

 

Is that… iTrapped?

 

The name sparks a jolt of recognition deep inside him, and a flood of conflicting emotions rush through him—fear, anger, betrayal. That face. That voice. The way they had stabbed him, their cold eyes as they walked away, leaving him to bleed alone. The thought of it makes his chest tighten, a knot of dread twisting painfully in his stomach.

 

In that moment, something inside Chance snaps. His entire body tenses, the memories of the betrayal overwhelming him. His fingers instinctively reach for his weapon, pulling it from his side with trembling hands. The gun feels heavy in his grip, but it remains his only comfort—a shield between him and the truth he’s not ready to face.

 

“Get away from me!” The words come out sharp and guttural, the anger and pain in his voice evident. The gun feels steady in his hands, pointing directly at the person in front of him, despite the fog clouding his mind.

 

They don't flinch. Instead, they move towards him slowly, hands raised up in a gesture of peace. The figure’s face seems calm, but their eyes are filled with something he can’t quite decipher. Concern? Fear? He can’t tell. All he knows is that this person looks like iTrapped. Their blond hair, blue clothes, even their height and stance. It’s like staring at a ghost. The resemblance is uncanny, but still, something is off. They’re not the same.

 

“Chance, please…” Their voice is gentle, attempting to the torrent of rage clouding his mind. “You’re not thinking straight. This isn’t—”

 

“Shut up!” He snaps, his voice filled with panic and fury. His finger hovers dangerously close to the trigger. “You don’t understand! You betrayed me! You stabbed me, left me to die, and now I’m here!” His voice cracks, each word heavy with the weight of their betrayal. The pain in his chest is unbearable, not just from the wound but from the crushing truth of it all. “I hate you! I wish you would just, just—”

 

They step forward cautiously, their hands still raised. “You don’t have to do this,” they say softly. “Whatever happened to you in the past—it’s over now, Chance. I’m here for you, alright?”

 

The gun shakes in his hand. The hallucinations, the fog in his mind, is almost unbearable. The world around him warps. His thoughts are scattered—he can’t think straight. But deep down, a small part of him starts to recognize Noob—their calm demeanor, their quiet persistence.

 

They were trying to help him.

 

But iTrapped’s face is still there, haunting him. They had betrayed him and left him to die. The pain from the blade is still etched deep in his memory. His chest tightens, his finger nearly pulling the trigger—

 

Then, something shifts. The fog begins to lift, and a sudden clarity strikes him. Gradually, the effects of the hallucination wears off, fading like a bad dream. Chance’s vision clears, and for the first time in what feels like forever, he’s able to think—he can actually breathe. The disorienting haze that obscured his thoughts lifts completely.

 

His arms lower, the gun slipping from his grip. His breath comes in shaky, shallow gasps. The adrenaline eventually wears off, leaving him dizzy and exhausted.

 

Noob doesn’t hesitate. The moment they see the gun drop, they move forward, pulling Chance into an embrace. The warmth of their arms around him grounds him—it feels so much more tangible than the nightmare that had been his reality just seconds ago.

 

His posture stiffened—he was overwhelmed, unsure of how to react. But then, he lets his guard down, and the tears come crashing. The dam he’s been holding inside bursts, and he begins to cry—silent, trembling sobs that shake his entire body. His emotions of confusion, betrayal, and unspoken pain—all of it floods out in that single moment.

 

“I’m sorry…” He whispers, his voice muffled against their shoulder. His hands grip Noob’s shirt tightly, clinging to them like a lifeline. He can’t find the right words to explain how he truly feels—he simply stands there, drowning in the suffocating mix of sorrow and regret.

 

But as he cries, he doesn't dare to express what he truly feels—the words he knows he’ll never utter aloud.

 

Chance still loved iTrapped.

 

Despite everything—the betrayal, the pain he had endured—his heart refused to listen, unwilling to let them go. It didn’t matter how deeply they had hurt him or how they had left him broken and alone—in the end, he still couldn't help but love them.

 

His admission hangs in the air, silent and damning—a confession meant only for the one person who can never hear it. His body trembles with unspoken guilt, finally revealing the hidden truth he’s never allowed himself to acknowledge.

 

I’m sorry... for loving you.

Notes:

(17 May 2025)

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 18 of Anon Azure's Writing