246 45 Broken

"You ok, kiddo?" Chris asked, placing Maru down. "Mm." Maru replied. "Good." He smiled. "Oi, why don't you take that thing off for now?" He said bending down. "Yo, Chris!" A voice called out from behind the door. Chris paused. "Rick...?" Chris said, standing up. "What happened to splitting up?" He asked. "Nothin' I changed my mind, I wanna take Maru with me." Chris narrowed his eyes. "Open the door, would ya?" The voice asked. "...Prove it's you." He said. "C'mon man, I just wanna see my kid." Suddenly the door opened. Mim smirked. Chris gasped. "Hand over the kid." Mim said, taking a step forward. "Chris..." Maru whimpered. "Hold on shrimp, we'll get outta h," before he could finish, Mim seemingly disappeared. Chris look around the room in confusion. "Where'd he g," suddenly, Mim came within inches of him, punching him across the face. "Chris!" Maru shrieked. "Yeesh I did tell ya to hand her over, didn't I?" Chris stumbled, but regained his balance. "Like h.e.l.l!" He cried. "I made a promise, I'll do anything to protect that promise!" Mim sighed. "You're not gonna make this easy, are ya?" Mim sighed. "Hand the runt over." Chris glared. "Over my dead body." Mom narrowed his eyes. "Hoh?" He said, disappearing once again. Chris stood on alert, surveying the room. Mim reappeared, with a pole. "If you won't hand her over," He said, as he readied the pole. "I'll just have to take her by force!" He shouted, as he impaled Chris through the back, to the chest. Chris' eyes widened at the blow. "Chris!" Maru shrieked. Mim smirked, hovering over Maru. "No need, his body, spirit, as well as his promise are already broken." He grinned, as he scooped Maru up. "See ya." Mim winked, as he left. Chris' hand twitched. He tried lifting it to reach out. But it was too late. He grunted, as his blood pooled around him. Sorry Rick...I wanted to be with you until the end. I wanted to protect you, her, and our promise. I just...wanted to be a better version of myself. I wanted to atone...together. As he thought this to himself, he weakly smiled. He then rested his hand on the ground. Tears filled his eyes. Guess I was meant to be a good for nothin' after all... he thought, as tears streamed down his face. He weakly hacked up blood. This type of death really does suit me, huh... He smiled, closing his eyes.