Use Me, Darling

Part 68

Vegas watched as his father drew his last breath. He wanted to be sure, he was dead before he left. He didn't knew what was going on his father's mind as a smile graced his lips and at that moment Vegas couldn't had cared less. Carefully he got back up again. He looked around the horrors he, Tay and his fathers' crazy minds had created. Vegas eyes quickly scanned the room, trying to see the man he had done all this misery for. At the opposite side of the hall, he emerged, stepping out of the shadow of an old truck. Tay's eyes were searching as well. As their eyes finally met, a soft smile wandered onto their lips. Reassuring one another that they had done, they had killed those that were standing against them. Vegas was flashed by a hunch of emotions. He felt as if his knees were giving in under him. He was happy, he was furious, he was mad, he was sad, he was relived. All that and so much more all at once. If he could, he would just collapse right here. Doing nothing and just let his mind and body process all the things that just had happened. But he couldn't, there were still things left to do for hi and Tay. He nodded towards his boyfriend, before turning around and grabbing the collar of his father's shirt, dragging him up into the air, for the people to see. As he saw Tay dragging another body out of the shadows, he kicked against the old metal, directing the attention of the people fighting onto him. Vegas took a moment to catch his breath before he finally raised his voice. "It is over. They are dead." He announced as he directed the people attention towards the bodies of Tay father and his own father. "You have no one to fight for anymore. Stop abusing more than you have already done." Tay said, slowly stepping closer to Vegas. "Put the guns down and we won't harm you. We are not here to hurt you, that was never our intention. We just wanted to love freely which we can do now." Vegas swallowed. He was finally free from this endless burden he had carried around. He didn't needed to be perfect anymore, or fit anyone expectations. However, one thing still hadn't fully settled into his mind. He was aware that this man was dead, but the realization that he had just killed his own father, was still hand in the air for him to grasp. The guns were lowered, some noise of sadness and grieve aroused but mainly it stayed silent. Tay dropped the body he had been dragging and rushed now towards Vegas. He wanted to be close to him, finally doing so without worrying about who might see them. The path he needed to take was flooded with blood. His shoes sinking into the red muddy sand as he stepped closer and closer towards him. Stepping over bodies, over bones. Stepping over all that they have had in between each other, everything that had been separating them from one another, it all was finally gone. Vegas let go of the fabric he had held his father's body up with, spreading his arms open as he watched his love make it's way over the pulled path. They were finally free. Finally. But there it was, suddenly one last bang.