Famous Last Words

Chapter Sixteen

BEFORE YOU READ: Don't be shocked. This is the last chapter. I tried tying it up neatly. I feel like this was a pointless story....but I addressed that too. Hey- no more three months without uploading, though. BECAUSE IT'S OVER! I loved these characters, though. :/ I just got lazy. 

Chapter 16

I sat next to Mary, bobbing my leg nervously. Today was the day Damien will be thrown into the world of underground gang wars. Fun. And there was nothing I could do but sit here and wait.

Wait for the news that he’s dead. Wait for my help being needed. I honestly don’t even know what I’m doing anymore. The likeliness of this mission succeeding is so ridiculously small that I feel like our efforts are useless.

I brought this up to Mr. Henderson this morning and he agreed, which can’t be a good sign. Though he did have some encouraging words. I made a mental note of them.

“We’re not trying to save the world, here. We’re trying to let these fools know that what they’re doing isn’t okay. No matter how successful we are, we tried- and that’s the honorable thing.”

Mary’s phone rang and I jumped, being snapped out of my thoughts.

“Skye,” she laughed. “Calm down.”

I frowned, and she answered the phone. As she answered, Damien appeared in the doorway. I grinned and jumped on him.

“You’re alive!”

“No, you’re clinging to my ghost,” he chuckled.

“Dammit, not again,” I shook my head woefully.

“I know. Don’t you hate it when you die?” He asked.

Mary glanced up at us with a puzzled look.

“Oh-so-very much. Now come on! Tell me what happened!” I bounced a little. 

He laughed again and pulled me out of the room and into another. I assumed Mary’s gaze was scaring him, too. 

“So?” I asked, impatiently.

“We aren’t going to go through with it,” he grinned.

My mouth dropped.

“Really?!” I asked in disbelief.

“Yeah. He deemed it too risky, even for us. Besides, to get into the gang I’d have to kill or rape someone….”

“Gang admissions are the stupidest thing,” I frowned. “So many innocent lives.”

He nodded in agreement.

“But yeah. We’re flying back tonight. We’re leaving this case to another group and moving on.”

It wouldn’t have been possible to erase the grin from my face with anything. I leaped into Damien’s arms and he spun me around. 

“Um, Skye?” He asked. 

“Yeah?” I looked up at him.

“I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but-”

“You just want to be friends?” I finished.

He looked sheepish.

“I actually agree, believe it or not. I don’t have many friends like you. I don’t want to ruin it by turning it into some awkward relationship.” I smiled reassuringly. 

“What would you say if I told you I’m slightly confused about my sexuality?”

“I’d say I’m here for you no matter what. Straight, gay, bi-whatever. You’re still Damien. Don’t be silly.”

He grinned and linked his arm with mine. We walked out of the room and to our hotel rooms, where we could pack up our stuff.

I know you’re probably sitting there like, “What the hell did I just waste my time with? They didn’t even do anything!”

If you are, you missed every little point I tried to make here. Not only can you go from having nothing to having everything you need to make you happy, but you can defeat the odds. Fuck all the people who try to tell you otherwise. They don’t matter. The ones that matter are right there, and they always will be….even if they really aren’t. That’s why we have memories. 

That and, you know….we’d kind of be dead without them.  

THE END!