Dreams are made from White Strings [Kimblee x Reader]

17.: Death

You stared at Isa. She was lying in her bed, peacefully, eyes closed, with a slight pink touch still on her cheeks and a soft smile on her face. As if she were still thinking about how you would come and get her. Slowly, you reached for one of her hands and took it in yours. It was still warm.

"There were some complications. The chance of her survival were around 80 percent, she just got unlucky", the doctor explained, but you barely listened to him.

You gripped Isa's hand tighter, if you just concentrated enough, if you squeezed her tightly enough, you should be able to feel her pulse. You should be.

It was time to go. She had undergone the last treatment and was healed, and you had fled from Kimblee. Nothing was keeping you from taking the next train to Xing, to Drachma, to just wherever you fucking wanted. Just far away from here. Carefully, you pushed your arms underneath Isa's tiny body and picked her up. An easy task with your new strength.

You were going to leave this country.

The doctor tried to stop you.

"Hey! You can't just take the body-", he exclaimed, but you had already exited the room. He was persistent, however, and in the hallway, you had to change your pace into a jog to leave the hospital before he could catch up with you.

Once you were in the streets of Central City, you didn't stop, you even increased your speed. The faster you'd get out of here, the better.

You didn't know where to go, so you just ran aimlessly. Further and further.

When it started raining, you didn't stop. When you reached the edge of the city, you didn't stop. When there was grass and mud under your feet, you didn't stop.

Only when your foot slipped and you fell, and Isa, now already getting stiff and cold, slid to the ground, you stopped. You didn't get up anymore, just grabbed your sister and hugged her tightly.

With the final realization came your tears. Isa was dead.

•

The old woman who had found you was kind enough to take you into her house. A day had passed, but you hadn't reacted to any of her questions.

The day was far too beautiful, you felt as if the sunshine was mocking you. You were exhausted, as you hadn't slept one minute, but you still got up and helped to dig the grave. For another hour, you said your goodbyes to your little sister, then finally let her rest in peace.

You only and final words to the old woman were a "Thank you", before you left again.

Isa was gone, and with her your will to live. You had no reason left. Everything you had ever done, every decision you had taken, had been for her sake only - even though it was hard and it kept you in a cage, you had not complained even once. She was your everything, your whole life.

And now, that she was dead, there was no reason for you to carry on.

•

The view was far too beautiful for your mood, but didn't appreciate it anyway. You just looked down at the river, the splashing water and the few rocks sticking out. Was this going to be painful? You didn't care anymore.

Your knees were shaking slightly when you stood up, getting ready to jump.

"I knew I'd find you here."

The familiar voice stopped you, and you turned around to face none other than the one who had turned into your enemy. Kimblee.

"Maybe I just know you too well", he continued, smirking.

"Stop", you said, every emotion eradicated from your voice. You weren't feeling anything anymore.

"Stop what?", he asked. "I didn't even do anything yet."

"You're going to", you said.

Kimblee smiled and took his hands from his pockets, walking towards you.

"You're right", he said as he grabbed your arm and yanked you backwards. Without much strength left in your body, you tumbled back and collided with his chest. Touching him didn't even upset you anymore.

Kimblee placed one arm on your back to support you and press you against him, his other hand found its way into your hair to tilt your face up. You flinched at the pain. Maybe you were still able to feel something, you thought.

"Do you think this is what your sister wanted for you?", he asked, his smile fading.

"What the hell do you know", you answered, putting as much hatred as you could into your gaze. Somehow, the blockade that had prevented you from speaking was broken, and words started to tumble from your mouth.

"You have no fucking idea what she wanted or what I want! The only thing you know is how to make people miserable or blow them up!"

Everything you had and hadn't felt up to this point surfaced in you and turned into anger. Hatred for this man. With all your might, you tried to push yourself from him, but his grip on you even tightened, fuelling your rage.

"You're a fucking psychopath and a murderer! You're a monster! You are the one who deserves to die!", you spat out.

"Then why don't you just try and kill me?", he asked simply, his expression turning serious.

With a scream, you transformed into your half-form and, with the strength gained by this, finally pushed him away. You raised one of your hands, ready to slice your claws through his throat. He just smiled, again.

And you stopped. And slowly turned back to normal.

Suddenly, Kimblee had grabbed your hands once more, and smashed his lips on yours. He took full advantage of your surprised state and kissed you deeply, while you just let him, too shocked to react in any way.

His tongue licked over your lips one last time, before he backed away. Once you had found your posture again, you slapped him. Hard.

"Fuck you", you growled. Then, surprising yourself, you threw yourself into his chest and started crying once again.

"She wouldn't", you sobbed. "She wouldn't want me to kill myself."