An Act of Chivalry (Sander Sides)

Chapter Thirty Two

The first thing I saw was the floor closing in. My mind wasn't content nor sharp so I landed on my hands, saving my face from further harm. If you wanted an honest opinion, despite an opinion being non-factual so this wasn't actually happening; someone might as well be crushing my head into the hard floor because that would, in fact, beat this migraine. 

"Shit!" I hissed, pushing myself off the blood covered ground and kneeling near close to the floor. My hand rose to grab my messy hair. My head pounded and my eyes watered. Everything triggered pain. I have a feeling this would last for a while. 

I almost jumped when I heard something thud against the floor beside me. I was hesitant to check it out, my body forcing down the shakes of 5-degree weather before letting me do anything else. When my motor functions finally settled I dared a curious glance. HE was dead beside me. The blood that covered the ground around me belonged to him. As for Deceit, the antagonist was beyond repair. Two bullet holes giving him a haunting appearance. It was one I scooted away from. One bullet had gone through the side of his head, this is what made him fall my direction. The second shot was right in front of his temple, it broke through and hit him in the eye. In summary, the scene was unsettling.

"Thomas? Please..." A familiar voice pleaded. I spun onto my hands and feet before slowly standing. The room spun, and for a moment I thought I'd fall right over. I didn't, so I stumbled in the direction of distress. My eyes widened as I frantically tried making my way over. I moved so fast that I clumsily fell into a wall. My hands caught me once again, and they inched me down to my knees.

I sat near the wall, praying to whatever the shit people believed in that Thomas wasn't dead. A shuffle of his head gave me confirmation. Beside me sat Patton, who held onto Thomas's left hand like it was his lifeline. The tears of both pain and worry were nothing compared to the dehydration inducing stream that flowed down his cheeks. Sobs of all kind bounced around the room. Everyone was freaking out in a way that made me feel...Robotic.

Roman, who was eyeing Thomas with worry also latched on to Virgil. The emo was metaphorically done; had reached a boiling point. One moment he was shaking, then he'd be sobbing, then he'd be laughing, before repeating the process by getting angry and cursing the world into Roman's chest. It was like this happened before. 

Over all the noise I couldn't hear Remy stepping forward until he asked me to move over. I couldn't remember when he got here, but the door he entered was broken open from the other side. I obliged, moving over a tad with Patton to give Remy room. My mind was still repairing itself, my vision was still clearing when Remy told Thomas he loved him. When the officer kissed him, the act didn't register at all. 

The thing that surprised me was Patton when he screamed. The scream, however, wasn't positive.

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I was as Thomas's side as soon as my body gained the will to move. No one had ever bested the mentor...and never so viciously. I focused on him, knowing that the forced past I attended would leave my heart broken into a glass so sharp, that they'd tear me from the inside out until the end of my days. My other sons were all off in la la land. Either staring at Thomas like a train wreck or breaking down completely. To my surprise, despite the flowing tears, I was keeping it together.

'He wasn't going to die, I think. The world couldn't be that cruel.' Is what I told myself on repeat. But the moment Remy pulled away from Thomas I felt his pulse drop to zero. "T-Thomas?" My breath hitching and my eyes widening got everyone's attention. Everything happened at once.

"Pat----wh---hap-en--" 

"P-t-"

I screamed, at first pulling away from Thomas, then scrambling back for him. "Nonononono! Wake up!" I pleaded, pulling Thomas into a tight hug. I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want to see the blood on my pants or the glossy look I knew rested in his eyes. I wanted my son back.

 An arm reached for me but I yanked it away. Then came four. "LET ME GO!!... Thomas! Thomas, wake up!" My arms tugged against Logan's and Roman's as they pulled me back. Why were they doing this to me? How could the world be so sick in the head? 

Then the weight of everything hit me and I sunk to the floor. All the people I had to hurt, all the innocent lives deceit drove me to take. The gravity began to dance on my shoulders and before you could blink, the snake-like corpse nearby fell through the ground. Floor, after floor, after floor. Until it couldn't go any further. It couldn't hurt my family anymore.

Looking at Remy, however, as he picked up Thomas like a lost bride, told me that it was already too late.