I Wish We Met Sooner (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 33

DANIEL

"OLLIE!" I BOUNCED TO my feet after a gunshot caught my attention as if I was struck by lightning.

I lost my mind seeing Ollie bleeding on the ground with no movement. I turned him to lie on his back as I tried everything to stop the bleeding. Though, I couldn't concentrate. It felt like my mind had shut off. I tried covering his wound with my hands, but it only made him groan louder.

I pulled off my t-shirt and tied it around his chest, ensuring the knot was tight enough to stop the blood from flowing. It won't stop it completely, but it'll buy us some time.

I noticed Ollie's eyes were staring at me, and seeing him in this condition made me understand even more how my victims felt when I took the life of their loved ones. But why must it be Ollie?

"I told you," a familiar voice boiled my blood as I raised my chin to meet them.

Dad and four other members of the Reaper. Azrael's appearance had been paralyzed since our last encounter. The fire burned his face to the bone; he lost his right eye, and his lips were dark as if he had put on black lipstick. Not to mention that the fire had burned his hair and left the remaining frizzed up.

"You didn't do your job, so I'll do it myself," he reloaded the pistol and glared down at Ollie. "Don't worry. You'll stop feeling the pain in a matter of seconds."

My head's spinning from downing the entire bottle of whiskey. If I knew what was coming, I wouldn't have finished it, but then the universe had to throw some kind of shit towards me, even during my time to die.

I stood up, only to get shot by my shoulders, dropping back down to my knees.

"You stupid boy," Azrael fired the bullet. He skipped over Ollie, approaching me with an impactful kick that sent me to the ground. "Are you aware of what you've done?!"

It's times like this when I'm glad I do not feel pain, especially coming from weapons, but right now, I feel nothing but rage.

"Is this how you thank me for raising you?!" He yelled.

"You?" I support my body with my elbows. "You raised me? Fuck you. Your drunk ass left me when I needed you the most. Grandpa raised me, not you!"

"Even at your weakest, you're still brave enough to insult me," he cackled, his voice sounding raspy. "No matter. I don't have time to deal with you. Give me the Nonexistent, and I'll spare your life."

"You mean this?" I pulled out the syringe from my pocket and stood on my feet. I held it out into the open. "I dare you to come and get it yourself. Shoot me, and I'll take this along with me."

All four members aimed their guns toward me, and all it took was one glare at Azrael to stop them.

"Hold your fire!" Azrael held his fist up.

Everyone followed.

My eyes glanced down at Ollie, who was facing me. His eyes were signaling me to view his hand, where his shaky fingers were shaped like a gun. He then signaled towards the member, saying that he'll create a distraction so I could get Azrael's gun when he was unaware.

If he weren't in a critical situation, I wouldn't have gone along with the plan. But every second we waste is where Ollie takes fewer breaths.

On the count of three, he closed three of his fingers one by one and swiftly slid kick two men onto their faces, grabbing their guns and tossing them to me.

Azrael turned around, but he was too late to catch the gun, as I'd already caught them. The moment he turned back, a bullet from my pistol shot past in between his eyebrows.

"Bullseye," I muttered before aiming eight more bullets at him, completely crushing his skull, ensuring he would never survive this time. "I'll see you in hell, dad."

"Save the boss!" One of them shot my thigh, the strength leaving my knees, nearly slipping down the cliff because of the slippery ground from the pouring weather.

I tossed the pistol that ran out of bullets and shot the remaining four bullets towards them. All four of them were down, but I attempted to stand on my feet and dragged my body to them just to make sure.

As I suspected, one of them was struggling to reach for the dagger from their belt pocket.

Instead, I picked it up and jabbed it twice into his heart, and finally stuck it into his brain, completely unaware I was covered in blood.

"Danny," Ollie's voice felt like a bullet through the head.

As I lay next to him, reaching for my phone to call the ambulance, he placed his hand above the phone. He shook his head.

"Don't," he scoffed. He was trying very hard to speak. "It's too late."

"I will try," I continued, calling until someone picked up.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Someone's been shot," I panicked. "We're at the Sunset Beach cliff. Hurry up!"

"Okay, calm down—"

"DO NOT TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN AND JUST GET OVER HERE! HE'S DYING!" my voice cracked towards the end as I burst into tears.

Ollie reached for the phone and ended the call, placing it aside, before patting the space next to him.

"Lie down with me," he said.

"You're about to die, and you—"

"It's okay," he's crying. "Come."

It feels like the bottle has not only overflowed but shattered within me as I couldn't stop myself from sobbing. I lay next to him as he circled his arms around me.

"Close your eyes, and just listen," he began caressing my cheek. I squeezed his other hand in mine. They're shaking. "This is not your fault. I invited myself into your world, and I take full responsibility. Promise me you'll not do anything reckless after this."

I was baffled. Neither could I speak nor find the right words to say.

"Please?" He repeated. "And if you ever get a chance to meet my parents, tell them about us. Let them know that their son fell in love with a guy. And I still love them regardless of how they've treated me since Emily came."

I opened my eyes to see his were closed.

"Ollie?" There was no sound in my voice.

"I'll let you decide where shall my ashes be disposed," he breathed. "I trust..."

I didn't want to hear his final breath, but I did, and just like that, Ollie's gone. His heart slowed, and so did his pulse.

The rain picked up, and it poured even heavier while the thunders roared. It is as if the world was rejoicing his death. I pulled his body closer to mine and cried like never before. And screamed at the top of my lungs.

Grandpa's gone, and now, so is Ollie.