"—GAH!!"
Crumpling to the floor, Sunny spasms in a fit of pain and involuntarily vomits. Except, there's nothing in his stomach; dry heaving instead. He grabs at his heart as if it's already bounced out of his ribcage.
'am i having a heart attack!?'
Desperately clawing at his chest, he cannot stop convulsing. In a panicked attempt to magically fix what he thought was a heart attack, Sunny bangs down on his ribcage repeatedly.
With another gasp of pain, he goes limp for a moment before rolling to his side in a coughing fit. After a minute, he regains his composure a little before propping himself up on his elbows.
Looking at the scene before him leaves him stunned for a moment. In front of him, Elsa stood above Tom, Dick, and Larry. Except, they weren't dead; their limbs had been dismembered.
Larry, the smallest, had already fainted, the lucky bastard. The other two were flopping about in pain, pleading for help, mercy, or death. Dirty rags had been stuffed in their mouth, so he couldn't tell which.
It was truly horrific. Sunny may have wanted to kill them, but this sight made him sick.
Elsa had noticed him stirring and was staring at him intently. When their gazes met—
"~What happened, dear child? What scared you so?"
"—These rats... won't bother you anymore. But~, you weren't afraid of them, were you?"
"...Just kill them. It's unnecessary."—'and I didn't want this.'
He wanted to kill the bastards, but the sight made his resolve waver a little. Without giving it a second thought, Elsa beheaded all three in one swift motion. Oddly enough, she didn't gut them.
"Hmm~ but you asked for help. Anyways, you said something about killing somebody, yes?"
With a sharp inhale, he accidentally gave her a nonverbal answer.
"~How careless of me. I thought that maybe... I could make it up to you if I killed those rats. ~But— I wanted your consent first."
"Why..."
"Let's say~ you remind me of a certain kid I know. She's like a little sister to me."
"You have the same eyes as her, and the same smell of fear and anger."
"~Although, you seem to be more angry than afraid. And you're angry at me."
Sunny decided it was time to stand up. To which, Elsa offered a hand.
Genuinely offended by this gesture, he scorns at her, and gets up himself.
Honestly, Sunny doesn't understand why he's still alive. Not only is he still alive, he's having a conversation with the person he hates most in the world. Two worlds, even!
"You have a sister? What's her name?"
"~My, aren't you interested."
Elsa had narrowed her eyes at the question. It seems this conversation might bear some meagre fruit after all. Swallowing his disgust, he attempts to play nice.
"My sister's name was Rain. It's only fair I ask."
"I see...her name, is Meili."
'Meili, good.'
"Why did you do this?" he gestures to the morbid scene behind him.
Now that he thinks about it, it's utterly freezing and the snow has reduced his field of vision to just him and Elsa. Hypothermia might kill him before she does! Also, he swears he can hear the faint clanging of weapons alongside the shouts of guards approaching.
"Well~ my job is to kill, so I killed."
"—Was there really no other way?"
"No."
"I see..."
"Why haven't you killed me?"
"Ah~ a good question. Would you be an assassin? Will you be, my ~little brother~?"
...
"Are you crazy!?"
...
Her words brought him a wave of nausea. Agravated, he picks up one of the stooge's daggers and weilds it in a reverse grip.
Readying himself, his eyes burn with resolve.
"I see... May I ask why?"
"—Spite."
Sunny swung his blade, knowing Elsa would come to him. And she did; in one swift motion, Elsa had dashed in front of him, slashed his guts, and then stepped back to avoid his strike.
But his strike wasn't aimed at her vitals, as she'd assumed. Instead, she had been cut open along the forearm, exposing her bone.
Sunny had not aimed at her body. He baited her by acting first, timed his strike to hers and slashed her arm as she gutted him. He knew she could heal, and he would never be able to kill her in a direct confrontation.
It was simply an act of spite.
He knew he was going to die, and he faced it with a clear mind. He was scared, no doubt, but right now he was angry. Downright furious, in fact.
This woman had killed him once already, and everyone around him—or rather, around Emilia. Now she had done it again. She was just too strong.
And it hurt. It hurt bad. The pain did not get any easier. It was actually worse. Far worse.
Last time, he had met a gruesome end, but it had been rather quick. Now, having experienced death once before, his perception had slowed. The pain didn't though. The pain reverberated through him, and he felt every detail of his freshly strewn guts. He could feel his body freezing solid, his extremities long beyond help.
He found himself looking at Emilia again.
Once again, Sunless lost his life.