SOLANDIS // KotLC Oneshots

The Final Moment

Keefe ducked under a falling pillar, coughing at the clouds of dust now billowing around him. His thoughts only focused on one person: Sophie Foster.

His Foster.

Who had just told him she loved him. Sometimes it's funny how you have the greatest moment of your life only to have it fall apart. Literally.

He pulled up one corner of his tunic to brush away the blood dripping from the side of his forehead. The Neverseen were at it again. And this time their attack was a success. They were unwarned. It could mean the end of the Black Swan.

Of course, he could have ran. Grady and Edaline weren't in that day, so it would have been so easy to run out, be safe. His friends waited outside. Foster wasn't with them. So he'd run back in, looking for her. Thankfully, he'd been carrying a weapon in case something happened.

Cautiously, he turned the corner into Foster's bedroom, where they'd been only a few minutes ago. And there she was. Her golden hair splayed out behind her. Hopefully she was still breathing.

Keefe knelt down next to her, checking for a pulse. And there it was, super weak. Almost nonexistent. He breathed a sigh of relief. And yet, outside, their friends were probably panicking. Maybe a few had even snuck in behind him. He wasn't going to check. For now, things were fine.

And then his eyes caught something shimmery. It was a bottle. He assumed it had been a sedative. It would be helpful for Foster afterwards. But as he leaned in closer, he realized it was different. It looked and smelled like lushberry juice. Which sounded awesome.

So, he lifted it to his lips and took a sip.

And was rewarded with instant fire. Something burned on his tongue. He slipped back, crashing against the back wall. This was definitely not lushberry juice. Why had he been so stupid? The explosion had messed with his brain.

But who...?

And why?

There wasn't enough time left to think of this. He was dizzy, and the pain was scorching. Maybe a little nap...

Unbeknownst to him, Sophie regained consciousness that very same instance. Her heart almost stopped when she spotted Keefe lying next to her. She must've gotten knocked out, and he had too.

Sophie stuck out a hand and put it on his chest. She suddenly felt woozy.

There was no heartbeat.

With a screech, she shot up, looking all around.

A life without Keefe was unimaginable. She wanted it all to be over. Sophie looked around for something.

A sword was clipped to the belt of Keefe's tunic. She tugged it out and stared at the point for a few terrible moments. For a moment, she hesitated. But the sight of him lying there was enough for her to make up her mind.

And in that final moment, Sophie Elizabeth Foster drove the sword into her heart.

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"STOP!" screeched Biana. "THAT WAS TERRIBLE. WE CAN LEGIT SEE THE DAGGER STICKING OUT ONTO THE OTHER END. KEEFE GET THE HELL UP."

Keefe snorted, rolling over onto his back. "Really Bi? This is like the tenth time we've played out this scene. I need a break."

"THERE IS NO BREAK IN MOVIE MAKING. CHOP CHOP. ALSO, USE MORE EMOTION WHEN YOU SEE HIM DEAD SOPHIE. YOU LOOKED HAPPY. If it were Fitz, it's understandable. But Keefe? No no."

"Hey!" Fitz protested.

"AND YOU, CAN SHUT UP. The movie project is due tomorrow. This is the last scene. Please?" She batted her long eyelashes.

Keefe sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I regret doing this. But sure, as long as we can go do something actually fun afterwards, like play Base Quest."

"Good. Now get up- your makeup needs a redo."

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