"This chase, these sins, mean nothing without you!", I say, with tears welling up in my eyes.
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Elis Lynn and Neil Harper have been partners in crime ever since their childhood was turned upside down due to some horrifying events. They run a...
Note: Music for the chapter - The Cure by Lady Gaga
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Elis Lynn POV:
The sense of right and wrong feels irrelevant, its presence almost obsolete. Your emotions toward a living become a burden.
The bullet that kills the enemy in a single-shot, poisons slowly the one who pulls the trigger. Soon the color of blood becomes one with the translucent water.
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The same news from earlier was on. Neil was watching intently as our faces were displayed on the screen.
This feels weird. Looking at ourselves like this, hearing the horrors of our work through a stranger's mouth.
"I never liked that picture of ours", I grimaced "Maybe we should pick some good ones for them, next time".
Neil frowned at those words. "Someone gave them those pictures. Those aren't from our fake IDs", he states.
I throw a pillow to his face, which he blocks. "Rest up", I say, laying down on my bed.
Neil looks at me and notices the wound on my leg from earlier this morning. "You know it's not good to leave such wounds open for so long."
He checks the room to see if there is any first aid kit available as I continue to watch the news.
He found one in the mirror cabinet inside the bathroom. Mutes the television as he settles down on the floor in front of my bed and tells me to sit up.
"I'll do it on my own", I protest in vain as he pulls the wounded leg.
"You'll only make it worse, so let me do it", there is no winning against him.
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I can't help but stare as his eyes, that are fixated on my leg, slowly wiping away the dried blood and dirt around the wound.
I hiss when the cotton with alcohol touches it, his hands still holding my leg.
In moments as such, I can help but reminiscence our childhood in Arlyne. Neil has always been the quiet one. He doesn't say much but he would never miss a beat when he needs to protect his friends.
His kindness still hides behind those cold eyes that almost resemble this winter night. It is so rare to see him smile now. I was lucky enough to witness the genuine joy on his face.
That day, in his tattered dirty clothes, he gives me hand, helps me stand back up. With a hint of a smile on his face and no hesitation in his voice, he said,
"I will always protect you, El"
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I can't help but gloom thinking about it.
Neil looks up from my wounded leg "I am going to start charging for 'Elis Protection services' that I provide", he joked.
I kick him on his shoulders, gently, choosing not to reply.
He rests my foot back on the floor. The wound is covered in a bandage.
"All done", he says. "You sleep now, I still need to change".
As he walked, I could see the stains on his clothes. The red has turned into brown.
I could hear the water running in the bathroom, I'm unable to hold my eyes open. And soon darkness took over.
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A/N:
I dare you to call my Neil a simp :)
Ah and that's chapter 3. And no, after countless attempts, my sorcery skills in writing were useless in making the chapter any longer.
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