Michael's POV:
With every inhalation I catch, my lungs angrily burn. My throat is raw and ravaged in the wake of the poison's massacre. I still lie flat on the edge of the pool, shivering violently as the blood blanketing my torso chills. I moan as the pain in my chest gradually dissolves. The fire emitting from my esophagus is choking me, and my voice is nonexistent.
Tex tries to console me as Mary walks over towards Kim, who is terrified in a block of ice.
"Please," Kim utters. I can hear the horror in her voice, and in my head I can picture her wide eyes glossy with tears.
"Oh, since you said please," Mary snarls, "would you have let Michael free if I said please?" I can hear the hostility in her voice and I can only pray that she makes the right choice and lets Kim live.
"You deserved it," Kim retaliates, and my hope in Mary disintegrates.
"Then you deserve this," Mary spits, and I open my eyes barely wide enough to see Mary with a flame burning from the tip of her finger, slowly inching it closer to Kim's face.
I wheeze, trying to protest, but my voice is so gone that I can't do anything. I reach my hand out, trying to do something to stop this madness.
Tex notices my cry and says, "Mary, wait."
"What?!" She yells, and turns to face us.
I muster all my strength to use my vocal chords, and in a raspy, pained voice, I utter, "Don't." And that's all I can get out before having a new fit of coughing.
Mary makes a squeaking noise, and I hear Kim sigh, and assume that Mary has let the flame out.
"I can't just let her go, Michael," she says, annoyed.
I don't make any attempt to complain further, because the ache in my neck is too much to cope with.
"You're gonna be my slave," Mary says to Kim. "The second you disobey, you're dead."
My heart drops, and today has gone from a day full of happiness to a day full of terror. Why can't we ever have one normal time together?
I open my eyes for just a moment and see Mary let Kim out of the ice.
"Get out of my sight," Mary says, and Kim runs away.
The second Kim is gone, Mary's tough demeanor dissolves, and she runs over to me with her arms out. She starts to cry and I can't help but feel depressed about all this.
Mary orders Tex back to the house and then grabs my hand and lifts us off into flight. My ribcage feels like it's tearing apart in fragments as I hang from her tightly gripped palm, still groaning in pain.
We fly over grassy fields, about ten feet above the ground, and to my complete and utter horror, my grasp begins to weaken, and even worse, Mary doesn't notice.
And I fall.
To the ground, although not too far below me, the impact sends ripples of seismic pain through my chest. I hear Mary scream, and then I black out.
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Love Conquers All _The Sequel_
FanfictionClutching stiff, lifeless fingers, Mary cannot tell how she will continue on. The hands she holds will not guide her any longer. Tex is slowly becoming mute, and in his eyes, everything is losing its vibrancy. As their journey slips under a depressi...
