His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter forty one

Feitan's P.O.V

He watched as your eyes lost their glimmer and rolled into the back of your skull. You looked peaceful he thought. The blood trickled out the side of your mouth and he was conscious of the warmth of the red fluid that pooled around you both. He smiled. Finally. He felt at peace knowing that he had assured victory, and you were his prized possession forever. 

Then, he flinched. A thud of pain erupted in his chest, sharp and deadly. He could feel the blood in his head pumping. His fingers began to tingle and his head felt heavy from the pressure. 

His smile broke into a grin, and then a full-blown howl of laughter, demonic and uncontrolled. The shrieks of glee reverberated round the walls, filling the air with its chilling chorus. He cackled and doubled over onto your body. He gripped your face between his hands, still warm and pale. He laughed as he shouted

"You beautiful Bastard. HAHA! YOU BRILLIANT WONDERFUL GIRL. How did I ever get so lucky?"

The pain in his chest spread, along his arms, it rippled up his neck to his jaw. He struggled to breathe but still, he laughed in gasps. The squeezing in his chest grew, and he knew he was nearly out of time. He had seen your work, he knew that the limited time it took for a victim to die. 

With one final breath, he composed himself. 

The following words would be the last words Feitan Porter would ever speak before he died of a heart attack at your hands. 

Before his body crumpled and the rising sun would bear its light on two people who loved each other to death.

He leaned down and whispered to your corpse

"Forever, I will love you"

-End-