FALLEN
My Last Breath
Time.
*Hold on to me love You know I can't stay long*
Slow Motion.
*All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid*
Air forced it's way painfully from her lungs, through her throat, over her tongue and out past her swollen lips. A punch struck her chest and fell through her skin, lodging itself in her open heart. The soothing warmth spread through her blood like a thick quilt, only to be yanked away as a surge of bitter cold ran through her veins.
*Can you hear me? Can you feel me in your arms?*
Real Time.
*Holding my last breath Safe inside myself*
She gasped in air as her back hit the wall. Her punctured heart seeped blood over her chest and stomach and spread to her mouth as she coughed.
*Are all my thoughts of you? Sweet raptured light It ends here tonight*
"You always have to do things the hard way, don't you?" He shook his head and kneeled, picking up a heavy wrist and pressing his fingers to the pulse. It skipped erratically, once, twice, before failing. "Guess so."
He stood and dropped her arm to the floor; it splashed specks of crimson blood onto his newly shined shoes. He stared at it a moment, before wiping it off on the back of her leg.
"Love kills, Sis."
*I'll miss the winter A world of fragile things*
Rewind.
*Look for me in the white forest hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)*
His sly grin was nothing unusual, the gleaming eyes of wicked ways that stared back at her from across the Pit, an invisible, psychological barrier that separated them. She watched his lips move at his normal, lazy pace, and she heard his monotonous tone, but whatever message he was trying to deliver fell upon deaf ears.
A glass of her finest champagne was extended to her with a toast, but she snatched it away and dumped the contents into the sink.
Never drink from your enemy's glass. He shrugged his shoulders and continued the rant.
*I know you hear me I can taste it in your tears*
Her head hit her knees as she doubled, bass discharging in her head. Red filled her eyes, seeping to all parts of her mind until there was nothing else.
Snap.
Her hand reached her back as she swung her body up, five fingers wrapped around the revolver, five tense at her side.
"What kind of game is this?"
"One with no rules, no boundaries. This is the game of life, Miss Parker."
A standoff.
"Why?"
"As a message."
"Of what?"
"Control. You're the last envelope."
*Closing your eyes to disappear You pray your dreams will leave you here*
She edged away.
"No."
Not the last.
"Yes. Everyone. Packaged nicely, of course; speedy delivery too. It was simple really, and so much easier then I expected. You'd think the parents of a genius would have the common sense to at least *try* to run from a crazed maniac." His smile was mechanical.
"You bastard."
"Nothing less. The only missing piece of this gory little puzzle. is you."
"You're insane."
"No, I'm free. I don't have that pesky conscience to hold me down or tell me what to do and what not to do. I can come and go as I please, no strings attached. No sadness. No remorse. No guilt." He tipped his head. "No love. It's a shame really."
"What is?"
"What a curse love is."
*But still you wake and know the truth No one's there*
Double-Time.
A short, guttural sound echoed off the china, glass and porcelain. The silver picture frame on the mantle did a dance before relinquishing itself to gravity, smashing to pieces on the wooden floor beside her.
"Get her upstairs."
*Say goodnight*
"Yes, Mr. Lyle."
*Don't be afraid*
He took one last glance, poking his heart with nimble fingers to see if he felt anything, any sort of guilt, sorrow, remorse.
Nothing.
*Calling me Calling me as you fade to black*
He shrugged.
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