||Vincent Sinclair x Reader|| House of Wax

Part 18 |Choice A|

"Vincent," I reached down toward the hand he wasn't holding on with, "grab my hand! I'll pull you up." He shook his head and placed his free hand back on the support beam.
"Vincent, please!"

I can't leave him here to die. It's not right.

"Take my hand!" I insisted. He looked away. "Take my hand, or I will jump into that death pit with you." Fresh tears welled up in my eyes, clouding my vision.

He looked back up at me, and for the first time I could see the expressions on his face, I could tell every emotion he was feeling in that moment. Fear, dread, panic, pain, sadness. So many emotions.

He was starting to slip, his fingers growing too tired to hold on to the beam. Then, he dropped, and so did my heart along with him.

In a flash I dropped onto my stomach on the beam, and grabbed his outstretched hand. He wasn't light, and catching him pulled my shoulder partially out of its socket, I shrieked in pain, but I still held on.

"Let me go," Vincent rasped.

I shook my head, "not gonna happen." My shoulder felt like it was burning and I couldn't really feel my head, yet somehow I held on stronger than ever.

I looked around for how we could do this, how we could both get out with our lives. Carly and Nick had dropped down, but where they landed had since caved in.

"I'm going to swing you, and you're going to drop on that ledge," I explained nodding toward the ledge I was talking about.

"And you?"

"I don't know... I'll figure something out," I gave a reassuring smile. "Ready?" I asked, and he nodded. My arm throbbed as I began to swing him back and forth. It was one of the worst pains I had ever experienced, bones rubbing together, tendons fighting to keep my arm attached to my torso.

I sobbed, Vincent looked worried, but there was an almost immediate release of pain when I dropped him toward the ledge.

With a wet thud, he landed on his side on the ledge. He scrambled away from the edge as it began to fold in on itself, probably do to the sudden weight increase.

He looked up at me, the blazing fire reflecting in his eyes. He reached both arms to me, motioning me to jump. "I- I can't..." but there really was no other way, all the floor up here had fallen now and the walls around me were compressing.

He motioned again, more frantic this time. I nodded slowly, I had to do this or I would suffocate in scolding hot wax. Carefully I pushed myself up onto the beam, my right arm still basically out of commission.

I shuffled across the beam toward the farthest side of the room, closest to the ledge. I felt sick to my stomach looking at the drop, it was at least two stories high, which was two too many.

"I'll catch you," I barely heard Vincent's quiet voice, "come one."

I swallowed my fear and sat down on the beam. With a shove from my one good arm, I was plummeting down. I screamed the whole way, squeezing my eyes shut. I expected to hit the ground, or land in the melting muck, but he caught me. Or, at least broke my fall.

"Shit! Are you ok?" I jumped out of arms, fearing I may have killed him from the impact. But, almost comically, he gave me a thumbs up. I sighed a laugh as he got himself up.