Black Temptation

Chapter 60 pt.2

"And one thing you keep forgetting, Alex..." I speak, smirking." I never come unprepared."

When my dress hits the ground, I snatch a bottle from one of the many pockets sewn to my shorts. I rip the cap off, stabbing its baby knife into the bag feeding me death dreams. Just as soon as the bag starts draining, I throw the bottle at his feet, it exploding into foggy smoke.

"Harry! Get a chair! And wail on him!"

He nods and we both ambush the smoke, hitting it with our chairs and grunting when we realize, he's not there.

"Ahh!" Screaming, the iron ore blisters my arm. Harry sees me and then sees Alexander, striking him with the chair, it breaking into semi-larger pieces.

Alexander retracts the ore from my arm, it already having done damage. He swings at Harry, Harry avoiding each potentially scalding blow.

Gaining my strength, I take another bottle out of the pocket and throw it. This one emitting a blinding light and sparks which catch all of us.

Slightly blinded, I grab a broken leg of a chair, slowly approaching my target, knowing if I see him, there is only thing left to do. We have him cornered-and I swing. Severing the side of his arm.

"Ah!" He screams, straining his voice. I can't believe I keep imposing myself on him even though I feel as weak as a feather. But does that exertion come back to bite me. Hand cramps which permit me to no longer hold on to that the stick. My hardest effort is not even slightly enough and he uplifts, holding his arm, reading to strike again when Harry jumps on his back, fighting to strangle him.

They're moving all over the place, Alex knocking Harry's head into walls and cabinets.

"Stop!" Screaming, I scramble for the baby knife-anything to defend myself or at least try.

Alexander finally backs Harry's skull into a wall so forcefully his body melts off of Alex's like butter. With an arm in hand, Alex holds Harry's arm against Harry's neck and pulls.

"Stop! Stop!" Clawing over to them, I yell. Harry purely defenseless."Stop!"

Harry's eyes begin to redden and slowly open and close. His hands fight less and his knees buckle more.

"Harry! No!"

My voice creaks at how much I'm screaming for him to stop and let him go.

"You were, my golden child boy!" Alexander huffs and puffs, his body waning. "I never wanted it to happen like this!"

I can see the last gleam of Harry's eye sparkle and die when a silver blade crashes through the night into Alexander's heart.

He instantly lets Harry go, who drops to his knees, coughing. Alexander's hand goes to his chest, feeling the weapon of his demise and tearing it out of him. His eyes wonder and gaze, shocked. And as his eyes drift behind him, one final time, a black eyed Marge appears from the shadows. Her face unapologetic.

"Die you asshole."

The moment he sees her, his legs break under him, he collapsing near near his dead son.

Finding Harry in my arms, tears never cease to dribble rapidly out of our eyes. We rock each other numb, not really sure of what to do now.

Marge flings her body, unties Peters and-

"I-I only have one remedy!" I shout, in shock.

They both stare at me.

"It's okay. Save your dad." I cry, eyes fluttering open and closed, coughing on my own mortality.

"No! I won't lose you!"

"Harry-"

"No!" And he sticks his hand into my pocket, finding the the one labeled remedy.

Harry finally gets ahold of the little needle long enough to stick it inside me, it burning quite fiercely for a time. Yet I don't scream (or call akim lol) when he only lets half of it inside.

Confused, I watch as he's compelled to inject the real or I guess the alive Peters too. I warn Harry that he will begin he to shake and harden, but you cannot touch him after he's been injected...neither of us.

He nods and stares, halfhearted and helpless, as both people he wanted so desperately to save start shaking and solidifying.

Moments later, my blood shot eyes alert from the injection. The wheals are deflating, still excruciating but killing themselves. Peters is slow to respond, but breathing.

Marge caves near us, we all just staring into the distance for moments unknown when she grabs Harry's hand.

He shakes, but gradually holds her hand back.

And as I gaze with a passionate warmth, she lies her head on her son's staggered beating heart.

We're free.

We're finally...free.