Claimers: I own them. Do not take
them. Thank you.
Title: System of A Down own the line,
not me.
Dedications: Wlfgrrl, Pebblin, Miss X, aka God, Rockit Girl, Veruca Salt, 666-Damien-666,
Dream[y] Frequence, Vicki and Steff "The Varos Triad".
So bold, yet when push came to shove,
I got what was coming, full in the face,
Head on, into the eyes of the Devil.
Lucy's POV
LaOC XXXIX - If I Leave
You, Let Your Mother Pray
'Ellie, what have you done to yourself?'
Always was a giver, never a taker, even in the bedroom.
I lay her down on my bed carefully, don't want to
bruise her... anymore than she already is!?
'Who gave you those nasty bruises on your neck?'
I get on the bed and straddle her legs.
'I know you're only doing this to spite me. You know
how boring my life would be without you. Bad God! You're getting a thousand
lines when you start breathing again. I. Must. Not. Die.'
I lay a hand over her heart and try to kick start
it back.
Whoa, ok, that was too much of my energy gone in one
burst!
I feel for her pulse... not there.
'Ellie, you... you're not leaving me. I mean it! I'm
digging my heals in here. And they're my favs as well. The ones you
always said dented your parquet flooring.'
Ok, let's go again, shall we?
I press down harder and push another burst of
power through her.
My fingers feel for a pulse, anything.
Deathly still.
Don't panic Luce, you're Satan.
All powerful demonic force.
You can do this.
'Damn you, Elle! Stop fucking about.'
I put both my hands over her heart and push another
burst into her.
Am I feeling for a pulse in the right place?
I try the other side of her neck, but there's still
nothing.
I grab her top and pull her limp body up to me.
'Don't fuck with me! You come back now, I mean it!
I mean it!'
I slam her body back down.
You're not getting away from me.
I'm not letting you go!
With a deep breath I put one hand over her heart,
the other steadying myself.
I haven't got much energy left.
Another burst and my elbow buckles, almost sending
me forwards.
Sort yourself out, Luce, you're meant to be the Devil,
not some ten stone weakling.
My fingers try to find a pulse, but... why isn't this
working?!
'I love you, you can't go, Ellie. Please? Please...'
Don't you dare cry, Lucy, not yet anyway.
I look down at her and gently stroke her cheek.
'You're too nice to those Angels.'
She is.
I'd eviscerate anyone who spoke to me the way some
of them do to her.
I start remembering the old days; the good days.
I slam another burst into her.
No pulse.
Our times together, the battle, her not speaking
to me for years because of it.
Another burst.
No pulse.
Me, always flirting with her and getting refused,
but then... not getting told to get lost.
A burst.
No pulse.
Her in my bed, me touching her face, telling
her that this was our destiny.
The Devil and God, together.
Another bolt of energy.
NOTHING!
'You're not leaving me, I mean it. Stop being nasty
and wake up!'
Concentrate.
Lose the reminiscing until she's better, Luce.
Come on, Elle!
I don't want to have to pulse her brain, it could
make her all weird if... when she comes back.
Let's stick with the heart stuff then.
Stop thinking depressing thoughts.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing!
I lean down, resting my forehead to her side, on
the pillow.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
I'm so tired.
But I am Lucifuge Rofocale.
And I will not be beaten!
'Please. Don't leave me. No-one's as much fun to
tease.'
Or to be around full stop.
I slip one hand underneath her, the other on top,
sandwiching her body.
'Listen up, God's heart. You might be big, but you're
really beginning to piss me off. Now fucking start!'
I slam a pulse through her, so big it makes the
bones in my arms hurt.
I move my hands to either side of her head, and
try to keep myself from falling on top of her.
Not particularly into necrophillia.
My eyes slide shut and I can feel sweat running
down my face.
Great, there goes my make-up.
I feel for a pulse, but there's still nothing.
I push myself back up, and grab her again, pulling
her up to me.
Her head just falls back.
'Elle, you bitch! You are not sacrificing
yourself for Michelle, however tasty she is. Elle? Ellie! Are you
listening to me? Please start breathing, please. Please.'
I hug her tightly.
She's still all warm.
This is... it's not fair!
'I'm not letting you die. I'll keep going 'til it
kills me. You want that? Lucky I can't hear your answer. Now, wake
the fuck up!'
I push her back down, and her arms just fall out
to her side.
Oh, cut the tears out, Luce.
She'll think you're an idiot when she wakes up and
sees the state you're in.
I push my damp hair off my face and take some deep
breaths.
I feel like I'm going to flake soon.
Only one thing for it.
I put my finger tips on her temples, but pause.
If I do this I could fry her brain.
I lift my fingers back off her skin.
Shit.
Decisions, decisions.
You might toast her mind, but she's
not responding to anything else.
Do. It!
I put my finger tips back on her temples and close
my eyes.
Then I shoot a burst of energy through her.
Please!Please!Please!Please!
I get ready to fire another one off.
But.
I hear a sound.
My eyes flick open in time to see hers do the same.
I think my jaw just fell on the floor!
SHE'S ALIVE!
I grab hold of her, pulling her up to
me.
I only stop hugging her when I realise that
squeezing's not the best thing to do now she's back.
There you go, back down on the bed.
See, I can be gentle when I want.
Just, most of the time I don't want to be.
I get off her quickly and stand up, wiping my
eyes.
Bet my eyeliner's all smudged now.
'I... oww! My head hurts. What did you do to me,
Lucy?'
'Elle, you little witch! What did I do to you? Brought
you back from the dead! Saved your Godlike ass!Almost killed myself
in the process, and... oh.'
I knew this would happen.
'Elle? Can I shout at you later? Yup. I just need
to pass out for a few hours. No feeling me up when I'm unconscious. Speak
to you soon...'
With that I pitch forward, hitting the bed face
first.
The Devil.
I'm so scary.