Beyond The Sea Blue Light

You Want A Martyr I'll Be One

"What?" I gasp, pulling away from him.

"I have to," he says. "It's the only way."

"You would rather stay with them?" I ask, not comprehending.

"It's safer if I do," he says. "They don't realize I remember. If I go back now, they will still think I'm with them."

"Just come with me," I beg. "Vic, please. We'll be gone by the time they realize."

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you everything right now, but I promise you, I'll be back. I just need to keep them away from you."

"Why are you doing this?" I ask. "Why can't you tell me?"

Vic hesitates. "They have my family," he explains. "Remember when I told you about them? Well Mr. Styles had them captured, just in case I stepped out of line or they needed leverage of some sort. It was also to keep them from talking about me. They said they will kill them if I don't do what they say."

"We'll find a way to save them, just please." I begging him now. "Don't leave. We can find a way to save them."

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "I need you to be safe. I need them to be safe. If I stay, they will kill my family. Not only that, but they'll come after you and me. They'll kill all of you. I can't let that happen, not when I have a shot at saving everyone." As much as I know he's doing the right thing, I want him to stay. He's trying to save his family, trying to save me and everyone else living here. Sometimes I hate the martyr complex he has.

"You don't have to be a martyr for us all," I whisper.

"I do if I save your life," he counters.

I kiss him before he has the chance to move away.

"You'll heal," he mutters. I frown, ready to ask him what he means, but before I can, he kisses me roughly, shoving me against the bed. I don't even register the fact that his hands are free as he cups my face as he presses himself against me. I kiss him back feverishly, tangling my hands in his hair, my lips parting as I pull him closer. I can feel his heart racing against my skin. I've missed him so much. For so long, I've craved this, craved his touch. I pull him closer to me, though I'm not sure if it's physically possible. I just want more of him, no, I need it.

The gunshot echoes through the room before I have a chance to comprehend. Pain spreads through my abdomen, burning as I pull back, gasping in pain, my vision going white.

"I'm sorry," Vic says, backing away slowly. "I'm so so sorry." It's only then do I register the gun in his shaking hand, pointed at the ground. He drops it quickly, letting it clatter to the ground. Where the hell did he get that? I can hardly think through the pain. Was that his whole plan as soon as he was brought here? To escape again.

"Don't," I gasp, but he keeps backing up. "Don't go."

"I have to," he whispers. "Kellin, I'm so sorry."

The flames roar around me before I have the chance to stop him. I shield my eyes from the light as the smell of smoke fills the room. Through the gray haze, I can hear the chains clinking, the links melted through completely, as Vic moves toward the door.

"No!" I scream, lunging after him, even through the pain. But the smoke filling the room disorients me. I'm on the floor before I can realize, coughing as the gray smoke blurs my vision.

Still, I manage to stumble to the open door, running out into the hallway, coughing, warm blood soaking through my clothing. I half-run, half-fall down the stairs, using the banister for support, my hands sticky with my own blood as I follow Vic out into the cold air. As I collapse onto the wet grass, I see Vic standing a few paces away from me. Slowly, he raises his first two fingers, tapping them against his lips.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, loud enough for me to hear before he turns, fleeing into the forest. I hear Alex shouting my name but I can't seem to move as I watch Vic disappear into the darkness. I slump over, my breaths coming in gasps as I struggle to heal myself.

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Oh btw if anyone has any suggestions for other plots feel free to let me know. I can't promise I'll finish/work on any of them but I'm always looking for more plot ideas or prompts.