Devils Rebels (MC)

22 - The Beginning of the End

The next few days went by in a blur. Mine and Rips relationship had gotten pretty serious, he had even introduced me formally as his old lady in front of all of the members of his Club... which resulted in a very pissed off Lil who trudged angrily out of the bar hurdling a slew of curse words, throwing in a few 'filthy whore' and 'slut'.

We had fallen asleep in each other's arms every single night. From then on, he would run his hand through my hair and speak to me softly, telling me how beautiful and strong I was and that I was his queen.

He had always succeeded in making me blush and catch my breath.

Tonight was no different.

We sat next to each other, his arms around my shoulder and my head gently laying on his. Netflix played my favorite show on the planet, The Walking Dead.

I held the bowl of popcorn on my lap, watching the TV intently as Rick finally came to his hospital bed. The silence caught his attention as he tried to stand but fell straight to the floor.

Rip snorted next to me and I glanced up at him, "Find something amusing there bud?" I said dryly. He looked down at me and shrugged before pointing at Ricks state on the floor.

"I've seen this before, but it makes zero sense that after so long without food and water that he'd even wake up. Not to mention the people that would have looted through that entire hospital searching for supplies on top of everything else. If the director and producer want to be more realistic they would have had someone come in and probably kill him. He's wounded and no one would ever be able to tell if he was fucking bit. No one would get close enough."

I was stunned. I sat up straight and moved the bowl of popcorn, "It's a series about Zombies that aren't Zombies, they're not going for realistic they're going for dramatic flare and pulling at our heart strings."

He chuckled, pulling me to him, moving the popcorn and placing it on the table he pulled me onto his lap. I sat there, straddling him with my arms crossed raising a brow at him.

"Darlin' I know. Calm down. I'm simply making an observation." He chuckled again when I glared at him.

"Well 'darlin' -" I mocked his tone, "- I happen to like this series a lot. Rick is my all time favorite and I don't much appreciate that tone you got goin' right now."

I watched his jaw clench and unclench as he glanced from me and to the screen of the TV. His grip tightened and I watched as his eyes darkened, filling with anger and lust.

Just as he was leaning in for a kiss the doorbell rang. I frowned and looked up at the clock that glowed from the kitchen, it was almost one in the morning. Rip visibly tensed and looked at the door as the bell rang again before a very thundering series of knocks followed.

With fear setting in and my heart feeling like it was ready to hop the fuck out of my chest and scurry away into hiding I went to answer the door.

Alex Holcomb stood there, his face pale, tears spewing down his face panting heavily as if he had just run a marathon.

"Jesus fucking Christ Alex! What the fuck happened to you!?" My hands started to shake but I balled them into fists at my side trying to keep my breathing even.

Alex looked at me, his eyes filled with anguish and regret, "Nyx I'm so sorry. I'm so fuckign sorry but I... I had to get to you. I had to-" He stopped as he sobbed and sank to his knees. I gasped and dropped down next to him.

Alex was Keith's partner, he had helped with whatever he could just like Keith. I didn't see him much, he got transferred around to different departments a lot but he was still someone I trusted.

"Alex what the fuck are you talking about? What the fuck is going on!? Talk to me, stay here in the moment stay- hey! Look at me, c'mon don't fade out Alex. Alex!" I looked up at Rip, my heart felt like it was ripping in two watching the pain and anguish sweeping and pooling out of Alex.

Alex looked up at me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders pulling me to him tightly sobbing into the nape of my neck. I slid my arms around his waist and rubbed his back lightly, trying to comfort him.

We stayed there for a few moments before he spoke again, "Nyx Keith succumbed to his injuries. He passed away an hour ago. He signed a DNR- that fucker signed a damn DNR! Why!? They even said they could have saved him!"

I froze. My heart kicked into overdrive.

No...

No!...

NO!

My eyes started to water but I blinked them away rapidly, focusing on my breathing while I seethed.

The man I once looked to as a father was... was dead.

Alex moved away from me as Rip talked to him, asking him questions and helping him to the couch and getting him some water.

I stayed there, on my knees, arms limp at my side staring at the door frame. The cold night air nipped at my side, but I didn't feel cold.

"Nyx?"

I was numb... but only for a moment. Rage took over. It swept through me like a wildfire. But I felt empty. I had lost the last person that I considered true family. The man that had stepped up to be there when my father wasn't able to.

"Nyx Baby?"

The man that had helped me through my first heartbreak. That had helped me through my depression. That had spent so many hours training me, teaching me to be strong and defend myself.

"Nyx snap the fuck out of it! C'mon baby!"

The man that had gone out of his way to be there for me when he wasn't obligated to be.

He was dead.

"Nyx you're worrying me! Snap out of it!"

I shot my gaze up to Rip who had pulled me away from the doorway, closed the door and had wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me onto his lap.

His eyes were filled with worry, concern. I just blinked, unable to say anything. My voice felt as if it had ran away with my heart that was now shattered into a million pieces in my chest.

"Nyx baby you have to talk to me, tell me what's going through that beautiful mind of yours. What can I do? Please..." I blinked rapidly and took in a deep breath before looking over at Alex seeing that his face was contorted into a painful grimace.

I looked back at Rip, gazing into those beautiful brown orbs that I'd come to adore. I placed my hands onto his chest and straightened in his hold, "I'm done losing people that I love. I'm done letting them have their fucking fun tormenting me. I need help and I need allies. This will end even if it means i have to die in the process."

Rips grip on me tightened, "Nyx-" I cut him off placing my hand over his mouth, determination filled my eyes as I broke from his hold and stood up.

"This, this right here is non negotiable. I am putting and end to this because I don't want anyone else to die because of me and what ever the fuck these cloaked fuckers want with me. I'm getting dressed and heading to the only fuckng place that I know they will be hiding at. I'm ending this and I'm ending this now!" I didn't listen to his protests and demands of me staying and thinking this through because honestly? I already had thought it through.

I wanted this to end and surely, after tonight it would be ended - whether it meant I lived or died, this was over.