Two Broken Minds (A Jeff the Killer x Jane the Killer fanfic)

Done With Goodbye

A/N: It's all done. It's over.

"No Jane, please don't leave me!" I choked on the words as her eyes rolled back into her head. I felt like I was underwater as time slowed to a tortuous crawl. Within me a pit started to open. It happened slowly at first, hardly there at all then it abruptly widened as the world fell away from under my knees. The sensation was so powerful I could barely draw breath and what air I did manage to suck into my lungs stung with the icy shards of loss. I had just watched the one person in the world I still loved die and I had been powerless to stop it.

Hot thick tears fell from my eyes as, with trembling fingers, I gathered Jane's limp form into my arms. Paying no mind to the blood still pouring from the ultimately fatal wound Liu had delivered her, I cradled Jane's still warm body against me and sobbed into her hair. With every beat of my heart I wished I could just bring her back somehow.

Thump.

Please Jane, come back.

Thump.

I'm sorry for not being strong enough to save you.

Thump.

I love you Jane, don't do this to me.

Thump.

Thump.

I froze, unsure if I was dreaming. After all, what but a wishful dream could have put a beat into Jane's still heart? Every shred of common sense told me to put Jane down and with her all foolish prayers that she was still alive but maybe Josh had right in believing that humans lived on hope. So, with every shred of hope I possessed, hardly daring to breathe, I placed an open palm against Jane's chest.

Thump. Jane.

Thump. Wasn't.

Thump. Dead.

Tears, tears of joy and blessedly cool relief streamed down my cheeks as a choked laugh burst from my lipless mouth, Jane hadn't left me after all.

I should have known she'd be too fucking stubborn to die.

A chilling thought entered my mind as I realized she was still bleeding profusely. Unless I stopped her from bleeding out my happiness would be very short lived. I needed to bind her neck in some way and for that I needed bandages, or some appropriate substitute and I knew where I could get just that.

As gently as possible I laid Jane down and turned to my brother's corpse. His long white lab coat would have to serve as makeshift bandages. After all, it wasn't as if he was going to use it again. It seemed more than a little fitting that in death Liu would help to save the very girl he had tried to kill.

As I tore long strips of cloth off with the help of my knife I made the mistake of looking at Liu's face. Even in death he was smiling, his eyes, still open, were full of laughter. It was a powerful reminder of when we were kids. When the biggest worry either of us had was getting good grades and not pissing off anyone bigger than us. Seeing him dead was almost like seeing the last of my childhood disappear forever. I half expected to feel loss at the death of my older brother but all I felt was a strange emptiness. After everything he had done to me, he was no brother of mine.

Loathe to wasting time, I turned back to Jane, makeshift bindings in hand. Carefully I looped the lengths of cloth over her injury and secured them under her arm. I repeated this procedure a few times until absolutely sure that it wasn't going to get any better and it could be a whole lot worse. Hastily, I grabbed our knives and regretfully stashed them in my hoodie. If I were going to carry Jane out of here I would need both hands free.