If Marilyn Manson had 3 Days to live: The Conclusion Story

Black Veiled and Brideless

Oh plays on words, you never cease to amuse me ^__^
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"Come on!" I shouted, the winds were really violent now.

"Where?" He was getting up with serious difficulty. I didn't know why. I wrapped an arm around his waist and he put his arm on my shoulder, this way he was supported enough to walk.

"There!" Pointing onward to the mausoleum, we both agreed that it was our best bet.

Running against the worst, most terrifying winds a tornado could muster, we made it to the door and tumbled inside. I had to break the door's lock in order to escape earlier, and shutting it was impossible now. It groaned and rattled against the roar of the storm.

Brian grabbed my hand and dragged me far away from the door, protectively caging me against his body in his arms. I lay in his lap and we took shelter in the farthest corner of the room. The strength he had surprised me, but I couldn't protest. This is what I've been waiting for.

It was a bit quieter in here. The only sound the tornado made against the thick walls was a growling sound like an angry bear. It was low enough for us to talk.

"Alice. Thank you. Thank you so much."

I had no words, I only hugged him back. He really liked that. I wanted to sleep so badly. I was so tried . . . only a few hours ago I was a distressed (temporary) runaway, and was entirely convinced he was dead. Now we were together and closer than ever. Escaping fate for the billionth time.

"I wasn't going to leave you."

I looked up, my head on his chest. A smile faltering with stressed sadness played on his lips. Color was in his face, but barely. Hues of purple lingered on his eyelids and cheeks, almost like he was suffocated. His lovely, feminine eyes look down on me, filling me with sadness to see them watering.

"Look what I've put you through." He touched my cheek and looked at my face, careful not to touch anything that would cause me pain. "You're bloody and bruised everywhere. . ." he bit his lip, "I'm so very sorry."

"Don't cry, please don't."

"I'm a monster. I did this to you."

"Not really-"

"In the grand scheme of things, I did. Don't deny it no matter how much you say you love me. You're fearful, aren't you? Not knowing what will come next. Everybody is, admit that."

"Yes. . ." Was he getting angry?

"I caused you to chase me here, try to save me, and put yourself in danger. And look at you, you're still on top of things. That's not normal, Alice. Why aren't you crying? What aren't you screaming? Why aren't you furious with me, why aren't you. . .?" He stopped, looking at me disbelievingly.

"Dead?" I said. He closed his eyes and put his head back.  

"No one could survive this long doing what you do." He straightened up, a parenting tone came from him for the first time, "Tell me honestly, did I make you do this?"

Just then, I realized how much I couldn't move. Not only was he trying to protect me, but he was keeping me close to him to get answers. This time, he was an opponent I couldn't fight.

"No."

That wasn't the answer he was looking for. He grimaced and put his head back against the wall, farther from me, sighing with exasperation.

"Brian," I said, a wry smile tugging on the corner of my mouth that wasn't numb, "You're forgetting something major about me."

"What?"