Sky returned to me; the pistol's muzzle jogged across my face. A ruthless smirk adorned her features. "Perhaps—just perhaps I should just leave you for dead—set the whole place ablaze. Go after Nero, after all you do love him. Till death do we part." A tittering laugh escaped her throat as the ice-blue orb lifted me off the ground. The laughter faded, just as her footsteps faded.
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No! No!
Don't you dare!
I did nothing wrong!
The door slams shut again rattling the bedroom. Her footsteps halted in the middle of the hall.
Get off! Get it off! Sky was nothing to me. She never mattered to me; but I seemed to matter to her. Nero engaged with me first. Lord, I wanted nothing to do with him. I am tired of the heartbreak.
I kicked, I clawed, however a fierce wave of dizziness quickly took over. No. Fight it! Momentarily the dizziness halted my movements. No! No! I could not go out like this. I should not go out like this. I would not--! Soon, the boat-like dizziness turned into roaring fear, my heart worsened the dizziness. The dizziness blurred; fogging up my head, turning the world into a mixture of void-like specks. For the love of God! No. No! My fingers curled under the ice-blue rope-like orb trying futilely to remove it.
Please, God. Again, I thrashed, my feet lightly brushing the door. I could not speak—God.
What did I do? The void-like specks blossomed into an abyss-like chasm. I kept thrashing.
No. No. Please. I will not die! Nero—please. Please. I know you—I know you still love me. Don't let her—stop her. I lost; I was fighting a losing battle. Nero. My movements halted just as the door creaked open. The baby blue liquid oxygen ceased; the pressure of the air settled to a normal state. I collapsed, my breathing, shallow almost barely there. I could hear her own breathing, a chortle threatening to spill from her throat.
No. Please. You air-boarded me—you used a banned CIA technique to kill me. She used a toxic method, like water-boarding--. I should feel anger, I should feel something, but I felt nothing. Her foot nudged me, but all I could see was the swirling greys and blacks. When I inhaled, my chest burned, when I tried to move away, my body failed to respond. When her foot lowered to the ground, her lips curled upward.
Did she know? She seemed to smile, and her phone slipped into her hand. Despite my lack of movement and lack of speaking, I could hear the buttons click under her thumb as it deftly ran across the glassy screen. Just as she pocketed her phone, after sending texts, the wailing of cop cars echoed in the distance, bouncing in my head. My shallow breathing slowed; the depths of the abyss refused to relinquish its hold upon me. The bedroom door clicked shut and the blinding navy-blue and crimson lights consumed the bedroom whole. I could hear muffled shouts, but I couldn't respond. The heavy boot-falls were perfectly aligned with the shouts of a masculine voice. Panic filled his voice, and I could do nothing as paramedics rushed into the bedroom, the door slammed against the wall, causing me to flinch internally.
It was like I was outside of my own body. I could still feel that crackle, but it was subtle. Please. Please. Just take me—Nero. As I was placed on the gurney, I could hear the buzzing of cameras as the crime scene investigators snapped crisp and crystal photos of Hannah Williams. A collective gasp fluttered into the air. As I was thrust into the back of the ambulance, frantic footsteps lunged forward. His hands felt unusually warm against my skin. His voice shattered the tense silence.
"I don't care how, but I will find out who did this. Please—make sure she returns to me alive."
One of the paramedics straightened and leapt out of the vehicle. He folded his arms across his chest and said, "You're that guy who killed somebody, are you not?"
The voice—I knew his eyebrow raised by the next words that flowed out of his mouth. "Indeed. However, that cannot deter me from finding out who attempted to kill her."
"You love her, don't you?"
The voice chuckled darkly and replied, "Our relationship is more complicated than the one I am currently in."
The paramedic sighed and answered, "I will do everything in my power to ensure she is alive—I do not know if she is in a coma, but her pulse indicates that her killer was not very successful in murdering her. In the meantime, work with the precinct. I heard they are in deep need of a leader."
The voice straightened and smiled. "Perhaps I will look into that opportunity."
The sirens of the ambulance violated my eardrums.
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A note from the author:
Obviously, this is your author, and I intend to publish the next chapter--at some point. This chapter is shorter than all the rest as requested by my partner. It only made sense, and I assure you longer chapters will occur. As for the next chapter? Wait for it.
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