Outlast Whistleblower Fanfic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 18: The End

Most things will end in life. We will never be able to control when these things will end or how they end. For if there is life, there must be death...

5 bullets hit me in total. They hit my ribcage and struck past my heart, while 2 others pierced my waist. The burning fire of the pain that unleashed in my body was the most alive I had ever felt in my life. Pain that coarsed through my veins brought a pained smile to my face, hands frozen at my sides as if I had turned into a rag doll.
He caught me before I could hit the ground, his tender embrace wrapping around my chest and hugging me close. We sunk to the floor together, his arms shaking like he was afraid. We stayed on the grass for a long moment, my eyes locked onto his as we let each other breathe. I thought I could see an ounce of love in those light blue eyes and I wondered if my eyes reflected that same emotion. My hand slipped up to meet his, carefully resting on his rough skinned knuckles.
The pain had turned my mind into unclear thoughts, every breath escaping me with a small wheeze.
"Why didn't you save me? When they chased me and..." my throat closed up, lungs desperately trying to catch up with my words. They were slurred and blurred, my eyes staring up at him and observing the scars that dashed across his face.
He gave the smallest of smiles, his arms slipping under my knees so he could pick me up bridal style. He carried me through the chaos with calm steps, keeping to the side of the building where the sunrise was beginning to twinkle over the horizon.
"Where.." my hands clung onto his shirt collar, staring out the shattered windows at the pale orange sun.
"Where we can get a better view, my love." He whispered, his feet moving up a staircase and down the broken asylum's hallways.
The grip onto his shirt collar grew looser as I felt numbness drift over my body. Even if I would have found a medic, I wouldnt have found one in time to save my life.
His steps became like a dull rhythm in the back of my mind, my head leaning against his torn up vest.
"Hang on, my doll. I would like to show you the beauty of the world."
His voice was an echo in my mind, my hand again and again trying to grab onto his collar only to lose my grip.
My eyes had begun drifting closed as he opened his mouth anew, sounding as if he was smiling.
"Don't you just adore the sight?"
The gentle breeze of a wind blew through my hair, and I opened my eyes. It was a sight for sore eyes, my mind lightening up like a cloud.
We were on the roof of the asylum, facing the sunrise behind the large building.
With a careful movement, Eddie sat down on the roof, cradling me like I was his prize. My eyes couldn't lift themselves from the dusty orange skies, the puffs of clouds lingering on the horizon like wads of cotton candy.
"I love it here..." I whispered, only now feeling that my hand had entwined with his. "Can I.. ask you something?" The lightness in my voice had only grown, my eyes having a hard time staying open as I faced the sunrise.
"Anything," he promised his thumb drifting over my back hand.
"If I've never felt anything in my life... then why can I feel now?" I whispered, the words coming out of my lips in prolonged spaces.
"What do you feel, my love?" He returned the question with one of his own.
"I feel.. at peace." My head gave up on supporting itself at that point, and he had to hug me closer.
"Please don't leave me, we've hardly met." He muttered. My lips parted as I wanted to tell him a million more things, yet not a single word escaped my mouth.
With my eyes forced open and watching the rising sun, my head draped against his chest, and our hands delicately entwined, I felt such happiness in my heart.
"We could have been perfect." He begged in a quiet tone, my hand lessening on his grip.
"No.." every word was now pronounced in an extreme struggle, fatigue winning over me like a demon. "Life... isn't perfect." My eyes slid shut then, hand releasing itself from his.
I always thought my death would be the most uneventful thing in my existence. I would die in a bare room by myself. My life would have been spent in misery and loneliness, and my adventures dull and unfulfilling.
Yet somehow, at the end of it all I found myself in the arms of someone who had showed me the most care in the world. Whether a monster or not, he deserved a chance just as they all do. I just wish I could have given him one.

Hi everyone, I'm the author of this small literature and I wanted to say thank you for all your support. I originally began this as a dumb thing I updated when I was bored. I realize it's not perfect but I hope you enjoyed the journey. Please leave a comment and I'll see you all around!