Mind in a Program (Spirit Hunt) Feb 17, 2017 22:36:10 GMT
Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Feb 17, 2017 22:36:10 GMT
Elliot and Isaac slowly opened their eyes, no longer as two but instead as one.
Fusion was all about synthesis. The two involved in it had to be on the same page, with the same level of power, at the very same time. Yet here Elliot and Isaac sat, each in a state of grievous harm yet only thinking of how to protect others. Their hearts were pounding in sync, another worried thought racing through their heads with each beat.
Ba-bum. I'm so glad I could find you.
Ba-bum. I wish I could thank you for saving me.
Ba-bum. I can't feel my arm.
Ba-bum. I can't feel my legs.
Ba-bum. I'm trapped.
Ba-bum. I'm going to die here.
Ba-bum. But . . .
Ba-bum. I'm not alone.
It was no surprise, then, that Gargoylemon slowly started chipping away. Its form faded into a bright light, slowly condensing back into the luminous outline of Veemon. Isaac, too, slowly faded into the light. Their forms swirled into one another, a brotherly bond so powerful not even lapses in and out of consciousness could prevent it. Slowly the light began to take solid form, VictoryImpmon standing where the two brothers once did.
Whereas neither brother had much energy left in their tank in separate form, once fused they could pool what little reserves remained together. It was far easier for VictoryImpmon to grab hold of consciousness, the fusion's blurred vision and pounding headache dying down as if recovering from a bad hangover. It took the time to look down at itself, evaluating the scratches and bruises lining its indigo body. Most concerning still was its arm; Elliot must have messed it up pretty awfully, because it was still hanging limp at VictoryImpmon's side. Not even degeneration and fusion would be able to reverse a wound that critical, it seemed. A tentative flex of the arm sent pain shooting through VictoryImpmon's shoulder, a reminder that even if it could move this arm it probably shouldn't.
Dejected, the fusion plopped down in the bubble, letting out a slight laugh. "Jeez, bro. We look like shit."
Elliot shouldn't have been surprised that his brain was no longer his own. As a fusion, his brain and Isaac's brain were now tethered together. He could feel Isaac's thoughts rushing through his head, bitter thoughts of failure, weakness, and helplessness. Or were those Elliot's own, uncharacteristically brought out through an incredibly stressful day? Regardless, Elliot should have known Isaac was there. He should have felt it, even. Despite this, the fusion jumped up in shock slightly at words that could only belong to Isaac. It looked around in surprise, before promptly remembering that as an amalgam the only place to find Isaac would be looking inward.
You're awake, Elliot thought, dumbfounded. Their voices may have been shared, but their thoughts were still their own.
Isaac's response came quite quickly. I mean, yeah. What else am I going to be? Besides, we're sharing a brain now, so it's either this or putting up with my subconscious. You really want to go there?
What are you doing? Why aren't you resting? And how are you keeping in such good spirits about this? I mean, you were, like, I thought you were . . .
Don't just say it like that!
Hey, c'mon. You know I wouldn't just die on you like that. I've gotten myself out of worse befor-
No! Don't even start with that! I was worried sick about you. You've been kidnapped all day, and then when I finally see you after hours that . . . thing just eats you! And you tell me not to worry?
I've just been trying to help protect you-
It's like you've got no idea what you just put us through. Do you even know how I feel right now, having to see my brother die before my eyes? Hell, do you have any idea how Maia feels?
That seemed to shut Isaac up, his voice fading just as quickly as it came. Once more, Elliot was lost to his own thoughts. In his anger, he had forgotten just how empty that felt.