Claimers: Mine, all mine. Even the dead ones.
Title: Veruca Salt own the line. It is from the song of the same name.
Words: Miss X, aka God, gets thanks for her poem. *hugs her legs*
Roman Numerals... are getting on my fu*king tits!
 
 
If God has no faith.
All hell will break loose.
Only worse.

The End.
 
 
Elle's POV
 
LaOC XLIX - One Last Time
 
The alarm warning light flashes in my office.
I'm ignoring it.
It'll stop soon.
 
But it doesn't.
A sharp pain in my chest makes me take a deep breath.
 
My eyes go to the alarm board.
I walk over and look at where it is.
What's going on now?
The cells?
 
The pain gets sharper.
My fingers touch the flashing light on the board.
 
Dizzy!
 
I flash myself as close as I can with the blocks in place.
I quickly walk into the cells and see chaos.
As I get closer I can make out more of what's happening.
What...?
 
I feel my breath catch in my throat as I see Jude and Gabrielle holding Dizzy up.
Then I see the belt around her neck.
Jude struggles with it as David tries to get the door open.
 
I'm in a dream as I run towards them.
I skid to a stop and push David away.
A bolt rips the door open.
And I'm stuck in glue.
I'm not moving quickly enough.
 
Please let me be asleep!
Let this be a nightmare!
Please?
 
Please.
 
But it's not.
 
It's not, as I raise up and see the look on Jude's face.
It's not as I rip the belt in pieces.
And it's not as I hold Dizzy's body in my arms.
 
I lay her down on her back and everything stops.
I hear nothing except my own breathing.
I see nothing except her face.
I feel nothing except the most utterly consuming fear I've ever experienced.
 
I straddle her and move the hair back from her face.
My whole world has shrunk down to her and me.
I feel for a pulse.
Her warm blood coats my fingers as I move them around desperately.
Nothing.
 
'You idiot, Dizzy! What have you done?'
 
She's not dead.
She wouldn't leave me.
 
I open her eyes and look into them.
What I don't see shocks me more than what I do see.
Empty.
They're no longer the windows to her soul. Because it's not there.
 
I try to slow my breathing down, but I can't.
I push off a hand on my shoulder.
 
I am the ultimate power and I am not accepting this.
No!
 
'You're not leaving me!'
 
I put my hands over her heart and fire a bolt into her.
I check for a pulse, and there's nothing there.
And some distant part of me knows that no matter what I do, there won't ever be something there again.
The soulless can not be brought back.
 
But I don't stop, because... I can't.
 
The whispering in my head becomes a scream.
I am surrounded by it, wrapped and coated as I bolt her again.
 
Her body jerks up but floats back down, limply.
 
I do it again.
I use every bit of my strength I can, as I send a massive shot through her.
I lay my head on her chest to listen for a heart beat.
Silence.
It crawls over my body, suffocating and constricting every part of me.
 
Then I move my hands to her temples and fire one through there.
I check for a pulse, not quickly now.
My fingers move slowly because I know that I won't find one.
And I'm right.
There's nothing.
 
I fire another into her mind.
But I don't bother checking for a pulse.
 
I open her eyes one more time, hoping I was wrong.
That I missed it, that I was blinded by panic.
 
But I wasn't.
Empty.
Hollow.
Only a shell, useless, without power.
 
My name's called, and it seems so far away.
My fingers touch her face, and I rest my head against hers.
I close my eyes and beg for this not to be happening.
But who's listening to my prayers?
No-one.
 
Why would anyone listen to me?
I am someone who can't even protect her soul mate.
And she fits neither of those categories now.
Her soul is gone.
And so is my mate.
 
I kiss her lips, and they feel colder than they used to.
I sit back up and a sob wracks through my body.
A cry comes from my throat as my fists ball up.
My incisors lengthen and my face contorts.
My ancient self returns.
 
I pull her body up to mine, and hold her as tightly as I can.
As if I might lose her if I didn't.
But it's ridiculous.
I already have lost her.
 
Voices surround and envelope me.
But still I hold her.
Once her arms would have been around me as well.
Not now.
Now they hang limply, as does her head, as does her whole body.
 
I cradle her, hold her, try and keep her safe.
But I know she's not safe.
She's dead.
Forever gone.
 
After an age, I gently lay her body back down.
Someone moves me off of her.
I don't know who.
My eyes are open but I see nothing except the fabric of my existence being torn.
 
Breathing suddenly becomes the most tremendous effort.
One I'm not sure I want to sustain.
 
My mouth speaks, my voice growling out.
I'm not even sure what part of me is talking.
 
'What happened here never leaves this room. Speak of this and I will kill you. Get out. All of you. Post a guard up and do not allow entry. Go. Now!'
 
I feel their consent, and they leave.
 
 
They leave me alone in a room soaked in death.
 
 
Not just the death of my true love.
 
 
 
But the death of my entire life.