Let Love Die

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WARNING!!! INCLUDES DEATH AND FIGHTING If that bothers you at all.....if it doesn't, just ignore this message.

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[Jack's POV] (FINALLLYYYY!!!)

I woke up to the sound of an alarm. It rang and rang and rang until, finally, I dragged myself toward the sound.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark, so when I realized the 'alarm' was my phone going off, the screen rendered me blind. I grabbed it and absentmindedly picked up the call.

"'Ello?" My voice was thick with sleep, but what happened next scared me.

"Sean," I heard Y/N's voice whisper urgently, "Help! He's here! He's found me! I need help! I don't know how he found me, but - "

"Wait, Y/N," I tried to calm her down, "Who?"

"Him."

My heart lurches in my chest.

"I'll be right there," I say, no emotion evident in my voice.

"Please hurry," I hear her whisper and then hang up.

Without hesitation, I rush to my dresser and pull on a pair of pants. I grab my tweed cap and clap it on my head. I go out to my entry room and grab my jacket. I pull it on, walk outside, and gasp.

I see my car has been raided with vandalism. The tires have been slashed, the window has been shattered, and my keys are gone. He must've known she'd call me.

Damn, this'll make it even harder to get there.

No, I must get there.

I sigh and take off running.


TIME SKIP

"Y/N!" I scream, out of breath as I practically break her door down. I don't see her in the entry room, so I run throughout the house until I find her.

I'd searched through most of the house when I heard a muffled scream come from upstairs. That's when I change direction and stomp up the stairs. 

I find her choking Y/N, so I tackle him and slam him to the floor. He mumbles an 'ooof' and tries to get back up.

"You better stay down, lad," I lay on the Irish drawl thick so I can get him to understand what he's messing with. But, no, he doesn't do as he's told.

He stands unsteadily on his feet and raises his fists. I shrug my shoulders; Fine by me.

I swing a punch at him, which he unsuccessfully dodges. It hits him square in the chest and he stumbles backwards. He seems drunk, which doesn't surprise me. He used to be a bad alcoholic, so if he started again....well, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Mmmmm, cookies.....

While I was distracted, I received a good whollop in the jaw from him and I fell to my back. How could I get caught off guard? By cookies??? I gotta take it up a level, for Y/N.

"Ahh!" She shrieks as he grabs her by the arm. She pulls and pulls, with all of her tiny might, but she's no match for him. He's too burly. And tall. And drunk. Heh.

I grab him by the shoulder and fling him to the floor again. However, while I wasn't looking, he had somehow grabbed me and pulled me down on top of him. He rolled over, on top of me, and started decking me in the face, punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch after punch.......until I was barely staying conscious. 

"No!" I hear Y/N crawl out from her hiding spot under her bed, and grab him by the neck. He gets off of me and I hear him struggle under her newfound strength.

"No....Yin...." I mutter, almost blacking out. I get to my knees and notice him starting to falter.

I wait a few moments as he keeps stumbling around with Y/N on his back, until he falls. Right on top of Y/N.

"Y/N!" I gasp and run to her. She doesn't need my help, though, as she pushes him off of her.

I kneel down and check his pulse. But I can't find one. He's dead.

I look at Y/N with my worried blue eyes and she gazes into them, not knowing what I'm silently trying to say.

"What?" She asks, finally.

"He's dead," I simply tell her. Her eyes widen and she looks to the floor, where he lays, unmoving.

She looks up at me again and frowns, "Your face..."

"What?" I self-consciously reach up a hand to where I feel my eye blackening with pain. She grabs my hand and leads me to the bathroom, down the hall.

She snatches a washcloth and dampens it. She beckons me to sit down on the side of the tub, and so I do. She dabs my injured eye with the cloth, but I lean away from it because I'm afraid it's gonna hurt.

"Don't worry," she lays her hand on my lap, "It won't hurt, I promise." I can't tell if she's being honest or not, but I decide to trust her.

I lean toward her, but as soon as the cloth touches my eye, I feel a sharp pain in my face. I suck in a breath through my teeth and let it out.

"Sorry," she murmurs, "I knew you wouldn't do it if I said it would hurt, so I lied."

"Oh, that's cool," I reply sarcastically. She stops and looks at me, "Well, I only want what's best for you!"

The tone in her voice worries me, and slightly scares me. I immediately clamp my mouth shut and just take my treatment. She sighs and continues dabbing my eye. I try my best to ignore the pain until a curious thought comes into my head.

"What do we do with him?"

"Hm?" She retorts like it's no big deal.

"Him," I clarify, "The dead body in the other room."

"I don't know," She stops again, for a moment, "Just be glad he's gone, for one."

"Y/N!" I exclaim, more shocked at her thought of being glad someone is dead than being glad she's safe, like I was thinking.

Oddly, though, a smile crosses her face, "Well, I'm just glad he's gone because now he can't bother us anymore."

"Oh." I say, stunned. That makes sense, I guess.

"Love and let die," I start singing as she continues to treat me, "Love and let die........"

Kay, guys, that was a random idea that came into my head, sorry that it was sa, but it had to happen. I mean, there was gonna be a sad one, eventually.

Anyway, til next time.

FM

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