Time stops. Dio tries to move away from the flames, inch by bloody inch. Dio is the flames, he can't leave them behind. Time starts again.
It isn't a vampiric hiss. It isn't the roar of a slighted god. It's human.
Time stops. He tries to pull himself free of the car. Tears himself open on the broken window. Pulls his hips free before flopping onto the ground again. Time starts.
Polnareff alters the way that he's holding him. Shifts so that he can offer an arm to Jotaro without moving him more than necessary. Joseph's bringing the doctors, he says. It's hard to hear it over Dio's screams. Chariot keeps his blade trained on Dio the whole time, not moving closer but always between Kakyoin and Dio.
Time stops. Dio rolls onto his back. Onto his front. Onto his back again. Layers of skin tear off on the road below him. He tries to put himself out. He can't. He's drawn the gasoline-tainted blood into himself. The fire is inside him bone-deep. Time starts.
The parts of his throat that can scream burn away.
He curls in upon himself.
The vines return. They coil around him. A cocoon. Protective. Loving. Completely immobilising. And once again he dies in flames, in the arms of Jonathan Joestar. ]
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Time stops. Dio tries to move away from the flames, inch by bloody inch. Dio is the flames, he can't leave them behind. Time starts again.
It isn't a vampiric hiss. It isn't the roar of a slighted god. It's human.
Time stops. He tries to pull himself free of the car. Tears himself open on the broken window. Pulls his hips free before flopping onto the ground again. Time starts.
Polnareff alters the way that he's holding him. Shifts so that he can offer an arm to Jotaro without moving him more than necessary. Joseph's bringing the doctors, he says. It's hard to hear it over Dio's screams. Chariot keeps his blade trained on Dio the whole time, not moving closer but always between Kakyoin and Dio.
Time stops. Dio rolls onto his back. Onto his front. Onto his back again. Layers of skin tear off on the road below him. He tries to put himself out. He can't. He's drawn the gasoline-tainted blood into himself. The fire is inside him bone-deep. Time starts.
The parts of his throat that can scream burn away.
He curls in upon himself.
The vines return. They coil around him. A cocoon. Protective. Loving. Completely immobilising. And once again he dies in flames, in the arms of Jonathan Joestar. ]