Romeo, Oh, Romeo

Numb Days

                Sirens went off as Violet pelted along the wall of the dark hallway. Red lights flashed in sync with the sirens blare. She stepped in puddles, splashing water and not caring. Violet just wanted to leave this h*ll hole. But she stopped when a group of gunmen blocked her path. The musky smell in the air arose to her nose, and she wanted to vomit. "Stop there!" One of the men called. "Please," Violet pleaded. "Just let me go." The men came closer. "Stay back!" Violet warned, still unaware of her powers. They enclosed around Violet, and she clamped her eyes and knuckles shut, preparing for a hard blow to her head. Knuckles white, she begged silently, "Please let me go." A gunmen grabbed her arm, and Violet released her palms, the glass from the lights exploded, and the men all fell together, slamming against the wall.

        Violet stared at them, puzzled and scared. She whipped around and ran towards the exit, but something shot her in the back. And this time it wasn't a tranquilizer. It was a bullet. She gasped for air. Tears came from Violet's eyes as she fell into someone's arms. In time Violet got a glimpse of the person that was holding her. It was Kit.

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                     I held her as her the light from her eyes became dull. Violet's breathing was shallow. "Please, Violet don't die!" I placed my forehead onto hers as the gunmen approached me. "Step back, sir! Or we'll have to use force-" The gunmen gasped, and stepped back. "I-it can't possibly be..." The other men stared, terrified. "It's Kit! He's alive!" I smirked, "I wouldn't say that." Violet closed her eyes, but she was still breathing. "Please, you need to help her! She's dying!" They hesitated, and I screamed. "HELP HER!" The gunmen who recongized me started running through the halls. "Follow me!" He called over his shoulder, turning the corner. I got to my feet and sprinted after them, my heart racing.

      "Violet, please, please, please.... don't die. Please." I cried like a child who lost their puppy as we entered a large room which had odd machines. I laid the unconscious Violet on a hospital bed as the gunmen went to look for a doctor. A few moments passed, and he returned with a lady nurse. She was yelling and trying to pull away, but the gunmen had a tight grip on her. 

     "Ma'am, please help her. She's all I have." I cried into Violet's chest. The lady nurse nodded and pulled out a bag of tools as the gunmen wrenched me off of Violet. "She was shot, yes?" She asked. I nodded. I sat on the other side of the hospital bed and kneeled at Violet's side. Her breathing was more shallow, almost as if she wasn't breathing. I held her hand and murmured into her ear as the lady nurse tore through the skin tight suit Violet was wearing and began her procedure. 

     Through the middle of the surgery, Violet's eyes opened. Her hands started shaking, and I panicked. "Why is she awake? Giver her something to make her sleep!" The lady nurse shook her head. "I can't help her now." Rage boiled inside me. The gunmen held me back while I struggled to get to Violet, but the gunmen was strongly muscled and professional at this. "She's going to die!" I cried. Violet stopped shaking. She stopped moving. I screamed and was released from his grip. I ran to Violet's side and held her head as life escaped from her eyes. "Violet... I love you." I raised my head back and yowled in pain. 

         Violet was dead.