A Night Raid Nightmare

[Lubbock]

Lubbock's viridian eyes could do nothing but gaze up at the sadistic General, whose weapon was skewered through his throat. His eyes quivered in fear as he felt blood pooling in his throat. I... I c-can't die again... He denied his fate, but his body had escaped his control moments ago. Not a limb would move, and his eyes went rogue, forcing him to lay eyes upon his new nightmare... the cold steel left his throat, relinquishing the assassin and allowing him to fall to the snow, painting the alabaster ground with a coat of crimson... his vision became colourless as his mind faded... but one thing stood out as he spoke his parting words to Gin; a woman, with hair as white as the snow girting his dying body, stood behind the red haired boy and stared down at him, as if disappointed. A tear escape his eye as they began to ease shut, his last breath pushing into the scarlet snow.

Najenda... I failed again...

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Lubbock awoke with a start, gasping for air. A shaky hand grasped at his throat, finding no bleeding wound. The assassin released a sigh of relief, before taking a gander at his surroundings. Where was he? It was the first time he had properly died; in Dante's Abyss, he resurrected almost instantly in a room... but this was different. The world was black around him; a sure sign he wasn't in the Nexus. Maybe it was some kind of spirit realm...

The verdant haired assassin pulled himself up into a standing position and began strolling in a forwards direction in hopes something would happen. Alas, the space was vast, dark, and contained nothing but naught. Lubbock came to a halt, and his heart began to beat. What did Omni want him to do to escape the never ending abyss? His thoughts drifted to Syura... surely the cocky voice would assist him...

It was then that an obscure shape in the darkness began to form... but Lubbock could not describe it in the slightest. It was as if he recognised the shape, but was unable to form a word for it. It was something far from human, but also far from anything else... the figure consisted of no conventional shapes...

But the voice that emerged from the mass was awfully, and scarily, familiar.

"You died again, did you?" Syura inquired, laughing mockingly. "You surely are useless. No wonder Omni only took you from your team... he knew they'd be better off without you." He scorned the assassin, and Lubbock made a start.

"Like hell he did!" He shouted back, a scowl across his expression, and spreading across his body language. "I know those guys! They wouldn't ever ask for another one of us to leave!" His body began trembling and he clenched his fist, staring down at it. "I... I just know they wouldn't..."

"Then why were you brought to the Omniverse and none of the others were?" Syura mused over the question, still mocking the boy in green. In rage and without uttering a word, Lubbock lunged at the echoing mass, only to have an ice cold palm meet his knuckles. A female voice replaced Syura's. "Because you were weak. They knew you would only hinder them, and end with them all being slain." Esdeath's voice continued to tear a hole in his heart. "Either way, they were all slain... One. By. One." She teased, pushing the assassin back.

"No... Night Raid... They're stronger than you! I know they are! Akame would have kicked your ass into next week!" Lubbock retorted, saliva now flinging from his mouth in his fit of anger. "And Najenda... She has the whole Revolutionary Army at her back... There's no way-" He began to deny the General further, but was cut off by a sharp slap to the face.

"Your so-called 'army' was entirely massacred during a large-scale raid. Those worthless specimens were no match for the Jaegers and their troops." She informed Lubbock sadistically, before licking her lips. "And speaking of Najenda... I left the love of your life for last. I thoroughly enjoyed making her scream... I only wish you were there." Esdeath taunted, laughing maniacally at this rate.

Lubbock dropped to the pitch black floor, covering his head with his arms, but to no avail; the piercing cackle would not stop, and the assassin began grinding his teeth.

No... This couldn't have happened... She's lying... No... No... No... No...