Before reading this chapter, I have updated four together. Make sure you read them in order.
Keep your tissues ready. This is going to hurt. A lot. I am sorry.
"Argyl!" I heard his voice and I turned around my eyes snapping to the bars. He stood there holding a gun in his hand. His crisp white shirt drenched in blood. The right sleeve held the marks of bullet which was still into his arm. My heart twisted seeing him like this. But he still was not weak. His hair messed. Blue eyes spilling fire. I knew he was furious. His fingers gripped the bars of the locked door.
"Look back!" I heard him shout and I quickly shifted before Erik could attack me. I held his hand twisting it to his back in a painful way and I heard him wince.
That was music.
Kicking his leg, he lost his balance as he went down on the ground. I pushed his jaw hard and his face twisted in pain. He was too much in daze.
"Damion!" I said walking to the door leaving the bastard behind.
"Who has the keys?" He asked me.
"Jeremiah." I replied.
His eyes searched for Jeremiah in the men fighting for their lives.
"Move back. I am shooting the lock." He said and I nodded.
I took a step back my foot hitting Erik's body but hell if I cared.
I kicked him again as he winced loudly.
I heard the bullet hitting the lock and the door fell open.
Damion walked in as he owned the damn place.
His eyes passive as they were set on Erik. His fingers tightly holding the gun. I knew he was trying hard not to kill him right there.
I looked at the gate and our men stood in front of us, their backs facing us. They blocked the view. Clearly not letting his men know what was going on in here.
Erik laid on the floor in silence. I knew he didn't want to kill Erik right there. Santos had a lot to go through. And I knew Damion was going to give him the hell. Right on the Earth.
"Stay in here. Once we kill them all, we will get out of this place." Damion said his eyes impassive. They only held one emotion. Anger. Fire. The blue icy fire. The fire that held the power to burn you and freeze you.
He was anything but calm. The loud gun shots kept on sounding on the other side.
Damion turned around.
The next thing happened in a moment. I couldn't process what was going on. I was being thrown at a side, and the loud gun shots rang. Louder than the ones ringing out there. I loud wince.
My head hit the floor and I felt dizzy. I quickly got myself together getting up.
I heard someone barge in one more gunshot and I heard a scream. I looked towards it to see Will holding Erik his gun pointed at his head. Erik's leg was bleeding. So was his right hand. It had been shot. His gun lying on floor.
Will was looking somewhere else. His face held horror. I traced his gaze and my heart skipped a beat. My eyes teared as I saw him. Panic filled me as I quickly knelt down in front of him. His eyes partially closed. his breaths were heavy. Heaving more with each passing moment. Fresh blood on his white shirt. I could see the bullet in his stomach. Just below his heart.
It was not his heart what he aimed for. It was mine.
I griped his hand as tears streamed down my face. My mind refused to believe what my eyes saw. The noises around me became blur. I couldn't see anything else. I couldn't hear anything else.
"Argyl." He voiced out with lot of efforts.
"Damion." I said my voice barely audible. I could hardly speak. Tears blinded my vision and I didn't try to hold them back.
I was weak that moment. I couldn't think straight.
I looked into his blue eyes. They were half closed. I could see the pain in them. Slightly watered. I bit down my lower lip to stop myself from sobbing out loud. But I didn't had any control on my body. A loud sob escaped my lips and his fingers gripped my hand tighter. As tight as he could at that moment.
I could see him bleeding. I knew I couldn't do anything. I knew I could not save him. I knew what was happening.
I looked into his eyes. The same ones which I had fallen in love with. Which held dominance. Which had caged me since the very start.
Tears streamed down my eyes. He lifted his other trembling hand. Placing it lightly on my cheek. I leaned into his touch closing my eyes, crying as he slowly thumbed away the tears. His fingers shaking.
I held his hand to my face.
"Stay?" I said looking at him.
A small smile graced his lips. He closed his eyes in pain. A tear falling down his cheek.
"Please?" I begged.
"I love you." He managed to say through the pain.
The words that easily, effortlessly rolled off his tongue required fucking efforts now.
The cruel joke of time.
"I love you." I replied my voice scratchy.
His hand holding mine tugged me a little with all the power he could muster. I leaned into him, not caring if the blood was drenching my clothes too.
His hand on my cheek pulled me closer and I knew what he wanted. I closed the distance between us placing my lips gently on his. They trembled against mine. Tears fell down my eyes on his cheeks. His eyes closed. Tears escaping his too, mixing with mine.
I slowly moved my lips closing my eyes. For the last time. His cologne engulfed me and he tried to kiss me back. I could feel his heavy breath. With each passing moment, it became shallow. I knew we didn't had time. I didn't had time.
I tried to breath him in. Keeping this moment forever in my mind.
I didn't know for how many years I would have to go remembering this. I didn't know how many heart beats have been allotted to me. But I wished I could share them with him.
For his each beat was buying us time. I placed my hand on his heart. Feeling the fainting beats.
The same heart that beat fast under my palm. The same beats which sang me to sleep every night. The same melody which I had grown to love. It was fainting.
In a moment, his lips stopped their slow movements. My hand couldn't seem to find the beats. I closed my eyes tight as I broke. Everything in me broke as I let my tears flow. I cried into the crook of his neck.
I wanted his hands to themselves possessively around me. I wanted him calm me down. I wanted him to hold me. But it was not possible.
It was never again possible.
I sobbed loudly taking in his scent for the last time. Allowing myself to break. To be weak for once. Only for once.
He had promised me he would always stay. We had promised we wouldn't leave each other. I kept my promise. He didn't.
I held his shoulders tight as I cried. I held onto him. Tightly. I never wanted to let him go. Never.
I felt a hand on my shoulder as someone pulled me back. I protested. I shrugged off the hand holding myself to him. Refusing to let go of his body.
Lifeless body.
"Ara." I heard a familiar voice but my brain refused to register it. I didn't want to know anything else.
That someone pulled me up and I cried as my hands left his body.
I was engulfed in a tight hug.
My mind driving me to the point of insanity.
I cried. I cried till my eyes couldn't spill any more tears. I screamed out loud. Till my voice stopped coming out of my throat.
Some one rubbed my hand holding me tight. I fought to open my eyes. My vision was blurry. I couldn't see anything clearly. My head hurting. Thoughts a complete mess.
I blinked few times. I saw people standing in front of me. Damion no more laid there.
"Argyl." I turned to see Ken holding me. His face was tear stained too.
"I need some time." I said my voice hoarse. I gulped hard and he nodded.
"Let's get back to the Wing." He said calmly.
I nodded.
I got up on my feet. My whole body pained. My heart pained. As if thousands of knives were being penetrated through it.
"Take all the bodies of our men, Roger. Will take Santos with us." Ken said his name with so much disgust. His name made my blood boil. "We are heading home." Ken shouted.
"Douglas?" I asked him suddenly noticing he didn't call him.
Ken looked at me for a moment before slightly shaking his head.
I sucked in a deep breath. Closing my eyes tight I tried to keep myself together.
I felt empty. Totally empty. My mind completely blank. I couldn't formulate a single thought. My heart void of any emotions. It just beat. But those were useless. For whom it belonged to was gone.
In a few, I was into the car. Ken made me sit on the back as he started driving. I didn't know how I got here.
I tried to remember what exactly happened. Who shot him?
Was even the bullet meant for him?
"Ken?" I asked.
His eyes looked at me through the rear view mirror.
"What exactly happened?" I asked him swallowing the lump.
He looked ahead.
"Erik aimed for you." He said.
One sentence and I knew everything.
My eyes again teared and I started crying.
He took the bullet for me. It was meant to kill me. Not him.
The thought made my heart ache more. I was responsible for all this. I was responsible for his.. his..
A loud sob escaped my lips. I cried the whole ride home. I cried my eyes out remembering his lips against mine. Remembering his soft touch. His gentle caresses. His bright blue eyes which held so much pain.
Erik Santos. He took away everything from me. My blood boiled at the thought. My tears were replaced by anger.
The burning fire.
He deserved to die in the worst way.
And I was going to give him what he deserved. For killing my love. I was going to do this.
I promised myself not to shed a single tear until Erik dies. Until I kill him with my bare hands.
The car came to halt in front of the Wing.
I got out of it.
"Ara." Ken said worry lacing his voice.
Tears still pooled into my eyes. But I didn't let them fall.
"Take Erik to the Dark Wing. I will be there in five." I said looking into his eyes.
His face stayed emotionless. He tried to read what was going in my mind.
He nodded after a few and I nodded back at him.
I am sorry. I cried a lot while writing this. I was a mess.
*Runs away crying before you can read this.*
I told you guys to stop me when you still can. I told few of you to kill me before I update this. I told that to my best friend as well and believe me when I told her this, she didn't talk with me for few hours.
This was something I had planned since the very start.
It hurts so much..
There was a reason in updating all of them together.
Sorry.
~32Quincey♥️