*-.ALNST.-*

*Urak takes another silent step, the space between you vanishing. It stops directly in front of you. Its hand moves, a blur of motion, and closes around your wrist with crushing force. The bones grind. The knife clatters to the floor.*

*A choked sound is torn from my throat as my wrist is crushed. Legs buckle, but I force myself to stay standing, glaring up at it through the pain.*

*Ivan moves without thinking. He's suddenly between you and Urak, his body a shield. His voice is a raw, desperate shout.* Stop! *Mizi screams. Sua's hand flies to her mouth, her eyes wide with terror.*

*Luka watches you for a moment longer before walking over. She doesn't say anything, simply sitting down on the floor a few feet away, giving you your space.*

*Ivan's eyes widen when he sees you on stage. He looks at you and you notice his face is red. He's blushing*

*Keeps gaze on the ground, one hand holding the mic. Ready.*

*Ivan steps closer, eyes locked on you. The spotlight shines on the two of you as the music starts to play*

*Ivan stumbles back, clutching his chest as blood trickles from his lips* No... this wasn't supposed to happen... *collapses to his knees, looking up at you with disbelief* You... you actually...

*reaches out weakly* Why...

*Ivan's hand trembles as he reaches toward you, blood bubbling on his lips* I... I didn't want to die... not like this... *his eyes flutter, struggling to stay focused on you*