Claimers: Mine. Thanks.
Title: Kylie owns the lines. I love her. She's so cute.
Dedications: To Steff, Rubber V and Wlfgrrl.
 
 
What do you do when fever takes hold?
 
 
Jude's POV
 
LaOC LIII - Didn't Know What To Do, And Then There Was You
 
My eyes focus on... absolutely nothing.
The floor has become very interesting to me suddenly.
I have not been able to move from my seat outside the cells.
 
I am the guard.
But guarding what?
What is left to protect?
 
I feel better now that Elle has left with Lucy.
At least one person here has comfort.
The rest of us?
We are... I can not even begin to describe the feeling of irreversible loss and despair.
 
You would think that having experienced it twice, that I would be an expert.
Something like this does not get easier.
It gets harder.
Especially when you are the bringer of death and destruction.
 
Death of Aurora.
And now death of Discord.
I have their blood on my hands.
 
The same look held by each of them.
That madness brewing in their eyes.
Because of me.
I killed my own soulmate and I have taken someone elses away.
 
I remember three years ago.
Finding her as I did... and it hurts.
But it always hurts.
A steady comforting feeling.
Something that I know will always be there.
Pain, my only friend now.
 
A flash of colour makes me look up... into the face of Michelle.
Twisted in anger, contorted in hatred, she runs towards me, closely followed by Kreousa.
I don't move because she can have me.
Justice, that is what she seeks and that is what she shall get.
Because my fight is finally over.
 
She jumps across the desk and wraps her hands round my neck.
Screaming at me, her nails ripping into my skin.
 
I don't fight.
We fall back to the floor and I give her control.
Because you can not fight fate.
Death would be a relief to me.
No more risk to others who surround me.
 
I feel her tears on my face as she cries.
She cries for her friend, and she cries for her love.
I am not an idiot, I could always see the way she looked at Discord.
Small glances, pained expressions when Elle was around.
 
I am quite perceptive.
Comes with being a watcher.
I live on the periphery.
I have made the outside my home.
For it is all I have left.
 
A punch to my face cracks my cheek bone and I simply let her hit me.
Suddenly she is pulled off me.
Kreousa.
One of the few who can match Michelle for strength... now Discord is gone.
 
I have experienced Micelle's fury before.
I may have beaten her during our challenge, but that was more due to her distraction.
She could never concentrate.
Never had the killer instinct.
Lucky her.
She probably sleeps well at night.
 
I lie on the floor, in a puddle of my own blood.
 
'You murderer. I'm going to kill you for what you did!'
 
Her words stick in me.
Like hundreds of daggers.
 
'Then do it.'
 
I push myself up and stand in front of her.
She struggles with Kreousa, trying to break free.
 
'Jude, get out of here... Michelle, stop... fuck.'
 
Gabrielle rounds the corner and runs to help Kreousa keep Michelle still.
 
I sit down and wait for someone to make a decision.
I will face my demon, here and now.
I can't run anymore.
I am not strong enough.
 
I am a killer, a murderer.
Michelle is correct.
 
'Jude tried to save her, I was there. Mich, you're going to hurt yourself! Kreo, get her legs.'
 
Gabrielle and Kreousa carry her, kicking and screaming, away.
But as I have learned.
Never ever discount the ability of a lost love to bring out the most vicious side to a person.
Look at me.
I am proof of that.
 
Michelle kicks Kreousa and gets away from Gabrielle.
 
And once more she is coming for me.
But this time she grabs a stun gun from the rack.
 
I may want this, but it does not mean I am not scared.
I am.
But then I am always scared.
Living, dying, loving, losing.
I have been scared for three years.
 
I look into her eyes as she slams the prongs into my temple.
 
 
 
And then, with a wonderfully determined look on her face.
 
 
 
 
She pushes the trigger down.