Transmigrated As A Feisty Omega-Chapter 151: Mission completed

My lips quivered in fear as I stared at the dagger in his hand. I drew a step back, mouth dry. "Phil... I..."

He shook his head. "Please don’t say anything. I don’t want my heart to break more than it has already done." His shoulders shuddered when he stared down at the dagger in his hand. When he looked up, eyes rimmed with tears, I almost lost it. I wanted to walk to him, to take him into my arms and tell him everything was going to be okay.

It hurts to see him so sad, but I couldn’t afford to go near him, not when I knew it might be the death of me.

He was the bug sent to eliminate me. I couldn’t afford to let my guard down. He might be Phil, the friend I had known before I came to this world, but now he’s the bug. There was only one way this would end between us. It was either I killed him or he got rid of me. We both can’t be alive in the same world.

"Phil!" I screamed when he plunged the dagger into his chest. I ran towards him, hand reached out, desperate to remove it, to stop him, but he pushed it in before I got to him.

"I’m sorry," he whispered with a smile. "I couldn’t afford to hurt you, Mega. I love you too much to do that."

I watched in horror as he fell on the ground, eyes rolled until I could only see the whites. My feet felt like they were stuck to the ground. I couldn’t move them. All I could do was stare in terror as his body crumbled like dust until the wind blew it away. The only thing that remained was the dagger, glinting with the blood of my best friend.

I fell to my knees and screamed.

My world shattered with the cry. I collapsed beside the dagger, tears streaming down my face as I stared at the spot where Phil had been. The sound that escaped my lips was Raw, animalistic, a mix of anguish and denial.. The only thing that remained of him, the only proof that my best friend had been in this world with me and had sacrificed his life, was that dagger. That bloody thing.

The pain was like nothing I’d ever felt. It felt like my chest was ripped open, like my soul was being torn apart. I curled over, hands clutching at the empty air, as if trying to grasp onto something, anything, to bring him back. My body shook with sobs, tears blurring my vision, but all I could see was Phil’s smile, his eyes filled with tears, and the dagger plunging into his chest.

"Why... why did you do it?" I whispered, my voice broken, but I knew why. He did it to save me. To protect me. The bug in him had done what it was meant to do: eliminate the threat, himself.

He took that dagger for me. He helped me with my mission, so I wouldn’t have to stain my hands with his blood.

Fucking Bastard!

I rocked back and forth, the dagger lying forgotten beside me, stained with his blood. The wind picked up, whispering through the silence, but I didn’t feel it. I felt nothing except the pain. "Phil..." I whispered, my voice fading into sobs.

He was gone. My best friend, the one person with a pink to my former world, was gone. And I was left with nothing but the memory of his sacrifice. I screamed again, the sound echoing into the emptiness, but it didn’t bring him back. Nothing would. He was gone.

I felt Fan appear, but I didn’t look at him. My throat hurt from all the screaming I did. It was a surprise that none of the princes heard my cries.

Fan cleared his throat. "Mission completed," he whispered, not his enthusiastic self. He knew what I was feeling. He could feel that darkness, the pain and anguish.

I ignored him and picked up the dagger. I wobbled to my feet, my eyes blurry from tears. My heart hurt, and I could feel the start of a headache. With the dagger clutched to my heart, I staggered towards the door.

Fan followed me. "Do you want to know what your bonus for completing the mission is?"

I ignored him, like I had been doing since he appeared. For the first time since I came to this world, I wasn’t excited about the bonus.

My heart was heavy with the loss. Not only because I lost Phil in this world. He was gone forever. Fan once mentioned that if I get killed in this world, or die, my body in the physical world would die.

He’s gone, forever. Even if I complete this mission, I won’t see him when I return. I must have looked like a freaking zombie, dragging my feet through the corridors with the bloody dagger clutched tightly to my chest.

Tears continued to stream down my face, almost blinding me, as I proceeded down the hall until I got to my room. Luckily, I didn’t meet anyone, not even the maids who were known to always walk the main corridors. It seemed like everyone got wind of what happened and made themselves scarce.

I pushed open my door and walked in, going straight to the bed. I sat on it and gripped the dagger in my heart. I felt empty, hollow inside. Phil’s death shouldn’t have reminded me of the Storm of Dark Moon. It was as if the grief came in a double fold then. I fell back on the bed and curled into a ball, the dagger still clutched tightly and my eyes bloody.

"Brys!" I heard Fan yell out, but it sounded like his voice was muffled. I was almost too consumed by the grief until I heard him say, "You can see your babies!"