Lucky and the Killer ✔

While You're Able To

Bella shut the door on King and Lucky. He sat on the foot of her bed staring down at her motionless body. How many times had he done that? What was he even going to do...if Helix was right?

"You can't be Death," King sighed. Everything about her was life. She couldn't be just like...him. She couldn't be like his father, but if what Bella told him was true, then she was. She was already changing.

"King?" Lucky murmured as she opened her eyes. Her hair might have been blonde again, but her eyes were still very much an angry silver. "You're alright?"

"I'm here," he whispered as he stared down into her gray eyes. He leaned down on the bed so that he was hovering over her. He gave her a warm smile and rubbed his thumb along her cheek bone—beneath those spectral eyes. "How are you feeling?"

"King!" she gasped and threw her arms around his neck. She choked on the tears that came, and she pushed him over until she was laying across his rocky chest. "You're okay!"

"I'm fine," he said. "I'm sorry I worried you."

She felt his shoulder beneath her own finger tips. She grabbed on his shirt and pressed her lips to his over and over again—as if trying to convince herself that he really was real and actually there. Her hands slowed to a stop. Her fingers gripped the cloth of his soft shirt between them, and she shook.

"I'm scared," she whispered. "I'm so scared. What happened?"

"Don't worry about it," King smiled. He stared up at her silver eyes. He watched the blond hair he'd grown to love cascade down over him like ribbons. Her hair was always gold and white and brown—mixed altogether. He would know it anywhere. Her eyes were always mint mixed with emerald. He would know them anywhere, too—except that now they were gray and silver...icy and brimming with a power to control death that she knew nothing about.

"I saw you," Lucky sighed. "You looked dead. I tried to tell myself it wasn't real, but I wasn't strong enough, I guess. Helix...right? I can hear him."

"I know," King sighed. He was actively trying to push her over the edge and cause the power to awaken. He stared up at her in the shadows of her bedroom and beneath his chest, anger slowly boiled. He was using her. But, was it something he wouldn't do himself...if it meant getting rid of Sean? He hated them both.

"What's wrong with you?" Lucky sighed as she smiled down at his steady face and rubbed her hands along his jaw. Her fingers traced over the bumpy skin and the five o'clock shadow she so admired. She watched as his deep blue eyes shifted over to meet hers.

"I'm stupid," he smiled—finally flashing those brilliant, white teeth for her, "that's all."

"You are not," she smiled back and kissed down his face. "I don't fall in love with idiots."

"You fell for me, huh?" King sighed.

"I still do," Lucky said, "everyday."

The arms holding her body up shook until she collapsed on top of him. It would have been romantic, had her head not been swimming with light and color and sound.

"Lucky?" King twisted around beneath her so that he could see her face. Her eyes stared at the blankets, gray and empty, but she was breathing just fine. "You there?"

"Mhm," she whispered and slowly blinked. "I just have a headache still. Sorry."

"Quit apologizing."

"Sorry," she said again. She tried to push herself up, but she couldn't. King pulled her into his arms and kept her there. He knew the type of things that would come for her, and it wasn't right. In a way, he supposed, there was some truth to the old wives' tale of destiny. Or maybe, it was just some sort of cruel irony.