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Kings And Bishops (The List)

Kings And Bishops (The List): Chapter 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

I was watching Vic pack his stuff, fighting with the sadness, which at the moment was trying to take over my body and get me to burst into tears or something. Well, not exactly burst into tears, I’m not really the crying kind of guy… But I was definitely feeling miserable. Yes… miserable.... That was the right word…

I didn’t expect to be that upset. Maybe it was because I was secretly hoping it wouldn’t have to end this way… But it had to, of course. There was no other possible ending, and I knew it all along, I was just trying not to think about it… until now. Strange thing that is, the human mind. Meant to be always hoping for something – happiness, love, a better life… life, in general… I knew I couldn’t have any of those things, not anymore. I had missed my opportunity long ago. And no matter how hard I tried to stop it, my imagination kept drawing an alternative image of a better ‘now’, a ‘now’, where I wasn’t incurably sick. A better now, where things between me and Vic wouldn’t be so complicated – we’d be colleagues, and, probably, friends, we’d just go get coffee together in our lunch breaks, without constantly worrying about each other’s lives. And now, the real now, I wasn’t even sure what we were anymore. A kidnapper and his hostage, a criminal and his partner, an ordinary guy from Chicago and his colleague, a man and his friend, or… or something more…I just didn’t know anymore.

What I knew for sure was that in the real now he was leaving, and I definitely didn’t want him to. For a moment, I felt the urge to tell him I changed my mind and ask him to stay, but that would be a horrible idea, and a really unfair decision. How selfish I was to even think that. My happiness wasn’t more important than his safety, and I had to remember that.

He looked up at me and I forced a smile. Today he was unusually quiet and concentrated, a concerned expression on his tired, but… I’ve got to admit, quite handsome face. It was almost impossible to make a normal conversation with him. At first I thought he was mad at me for some reason, but he wasn’t really. He was just… anxious.

“Should I stay in my new clothes, or change to my old suit?”, he asked, weakly returning my smile.

“Hmm, I don’t know…” I thought about it. “Perhaps wear your old suit, if I had really kidnapped you, I doubt I’d find time to buy you a new outfit.”, I chuckled a little. “I wouldn’t care if you look good or not.”

“Oh, so you do now, then, hm?”, Vic looked up at me again and grinned.

“Mmm, nope.”, I shook head, grinning back. “You just look bad either way.”, I poked him.

“Heeeey.”, he chuckled and punched my arm playfully. “You’re mean.”

“Hell yeah, I am.”, I stuck my tongue out at him. “I’m a mean asshole-ish kidnapper, forgot? I have to be mean.”

“Hah, yeah, good point.”, he smiled, then went back to packing his clothes.

My smile slowly faded, keeping it on my face just cost me too much effort, as I watched everything disappear into the bag. The clothes we stole from that second-hand shop, the caps Vic liked wearing, the ski mask, the realistic-looking water gun… All the memories of the things we had done together were sinking away one by one, it felt like those memories were being ripped away from me, leaving me empty inside.

Empty, and miserable.

My eyes traced his movements, trying to memorize them. Somehow, I was afraid that once he’s gone, I would forget him, and this thought horrified me. No, I had to remember him well, the way he brushed his hair away from his eyes, those little faces he made while thinking, his deep, warm brown eyes, the sunlight that fell on his tanned skin. Every little detail, which made Vic… well, Vic.

Of course, I’d be just fine when he’d be gone… I’d be sad for awhile, but I could get over it… But could I…?

“Okay, I’m ready.”, he announced, bringing me back to reality. “So, what was the plan again? I wanna make sure I remember it well.”

“Well…As far as we know, the police knows we’re in the area. We should simply make some noise and they'll come looking for us... But we don't want, like, one million cops to come get us, right, so maybe we should find a few patrolling ones, somewhere, where there aren't many civilians, and make sure they find out who we are. Everything else is just acting. Y'know, you'd be tied up and all scared and shit, and I'll play the bad evil crazy kidnapper, who wants to get rid of you, because you slow me down.”

“Right… And how about the bruise? Are we doing it?”

I bit my lower lip.

“You sure you wanna do that?”

He nodded hesitantly. “Yeah, it would definitely make it all more convincing. We should try it. Actually, go ahead, do it now. Before I change my mind.”, he smiled weakly.

“Maybe it’s a bad idea…”

“Kellin. Come on.”, Vic sighed and crossed arms. “Punch me. I’m ready.”

“But… Okay. Fine. You ready?”

He rolled eyes. “Dammit, Kel, just do it.

I bit my lip again, frowning a bit. Then, after some more hesitation, I hit him in the jaw lightly. He took a step back and blinked, slightly dazed by the punch, but otherwise he looked okay.

“Oh, come on, even I would punch myself harder than that.”, he murmured. “It’s supposed to look realistic, you gotta hit me hard enough to actually hurt me.”

“Yeah, right, sorry. Let me try again.”

How was I supposed to hurt him, when I didn’t want to? I took a deep breath and tried again, this time punching him hard. Vic gasped and quickly flinched back, almost falling down, tears of pain in his eyes, and I instantly felt some sort of weird regret deep inside, even though I knew he wanted me to hit him. I stepped back as well, startled by my own strength, my eyes widened.

“Oh my God, Vic, I’m sorry, are you okay? Jesus, I’m so, so, so sorry, come here, let me take a look…”, I realized I was rambling, so I bit my lip to stop myself. I came closer to him and gently put my hand on his shoulder. “…You okay?”

Vic waved his hand to show me he’s fine, rubbing his cheek.

“I’m alright, I’ve been hit harder.”, a small, bitter half-smile appeared on his face. There was now a bruise below his left eye, not that big to make him keep it closed, but impressive enough to get the policemen to pity him and convince them he was a victim all along. “It’s not a big deal, don’t worry.”

“Okay…”, I coughed. “So. Let’s revise once more. What’s your story?”

“I saw you kill Terrance and I threatened you I would call in the police, so you kidnapped me. Since then, you’ve been dragging me across the country and forcing me to help you with your crimes. I don’t know your motives. I don’t know your story. All I know is what is written in the newspapers, because you often buy them.”, he recited immediately, we had repeated that a thousand times before.

“Good. How did you get your bruise?”

“I tried to run, but you caught me and hit me. You did this a few times before, too.”, he pointed at the fading scar on his forehead, the one he got when he fell off the table in that karaoke bar. “And you have a gun. That’s why I was afraid to run away again, or try to call someone.”

“Right.”, I nodded. “And how about now, why am I releasing you?”

“Because I slow you down. You realize you don’t need me anymore, because the authorities know enough about you already anyway, you know I wouldn’t do you much more harm by witnessing against you, so you decide it would be better if you let me go.”

“Why did I keep you for so long?”

“Protection. That’s all you told me. We don’t talk much, and when we do, it’s usually only when you give me orders.”

“Correct.”, I smiled weakly. “Alright, awesome. Try not to forget that stuff, and be convincing, okay?”

Vic nodded, trying to smile back.

“I’ll do my best.”, he promised. “Now, I’m supposed to be tied up. Where’s the rope?”

“I left it in the car. I’ll tie you up there, I mean, you can’t just walk around with your wrists tied behind your back and remain unnoticed, right?”, I grinned.

“Ah! Yeah, yeah, indeed.”, he chuckled a bit. Damn, this laughter… I was going to miss it… “Shall we go, then?”

“Yup, if you’re ready.”, I shrugged.

“Yeah… I am… at least I think so… We should go.”

Vic headed to the door, as he continued slowly:

“What if the plan goes wrong?”, he asked, then gave me an anxious smile. “Not saying it will, it just might, and I’m thinking over all the possibilities. You do realize you might get caught, right?”

“Of course I might. There is always danger. But it won’t happen.”, I looked him in the eyes, trying to convince myself just as much as I was trying to convince him. “I promise.”

“Okay… Okay. Um. Good luck, Kellin.”, he smiled as our eyes met. I smiled back encouragingly.

“Thanks, Vic. You… You too.”

I hesitated, unsure if I had to do or say something else. But… I thought, why the hell not… Suddenly I pulled him into a hug, taking a deep breath, filling my lungs with that specific smell I usually sensed around Vic, something between coffee, mint toothpaste and something sweet, like chewing gum, or cupcakes. His soft hair lightly brushed my cheek as he hugged me back tightly, pulling me closer, and buried his face into my shoulder. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment, my hands unconsciously slipped down his back. I didn’t need to speak – what needed to be told had already been told, and the other things, the things I wanted to say, but never did, it would be better if they remained unsaid. For a few moments I let myself sink into the closeness of his body, his warm touch making me feel safe again… But then the moment was over and he hesitantly broke the hug, stepping back, not completely pulling away, though. Smiling a bit, he let me go and ran his hand across my face. I blinked rapidly when his fingers touched my eyelids and giggled softly.

“What are you doing?”, I asked, grinning slightly.

“Remembering you.”, he murmured, still smiling a little, his fingertips now tracing my jawline. “I want to remember you just the way you look right now, and keep the image in my mind…”, his hand slipped across my cheek, “…and to be able to still see you, even after you’re long gone… It would be a shame to just forget you, right…”

I smiled slightly as his fingers gently touched my lips and caught myself unconsciously leaning in. Don’t do stupid things, Kellin, I reproached myself, slightly pulling back, to stop myself from doing something I’d regret later.

“Don’t worry.”, I said, looking down at his hand. “Great friendships can’t be forgotten that easily.”

“True, that.”, Vic smiled sadly, as he moved his hand up and kept it there, resting on my cheek, half-buried in my hair.. “And ours was the best one ever.”

“Still is.”, I reminded him. “Don’t write me off just yet, I have some more shit to do before I go.” I smiled too and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Now, come on. The ‘Bonnie and Clyde of our century’ have one last performance to do. And if we need to go separate ways after that, then let’s go with style, shall we?”

* * *

I can't afford the kind of love you sell,
But I can't afford to ever watch you leave…

… I can't afford the kind of love you own,
But I sure as hell could never let you go…

No, I won’t let you go…


…Go.

* * *

We spent our time in the car in silence, broken only by a random “You okay there?”, followed by a hesitant: “Yeah, I’m fine”. Truth is, none of us both was fine. Vic was trying to act optimistic, but it was obvious that he was worried. He was throwing nervous looks out of the window and a few times he almost made me stop, thinking he saw a police car. Every time it turned out to be just a normal vehicle, which simply happened to be painted in a color, similar to the one of the police cars. I could understand his anxiousness, though, because I was feeling pretty much the same way. Upset, nervous, doubtful, afraid… always so afraid…

Suddenly Vic straightened up in his seat. For a moment I thought it’s just another false alarm, but then I saw it too – the police car, stopped a few blocks ahead us. The street wasn’t very busy, there were almost no cars passing by, and the pedestrians were just a few. The place was perfect for our plan.

“Kellin!”, Vic pulled me by the sleeve, to get my attention.

“I know.”, I murmured. “I saw it. I’ll park over there, in that alley, I don’t want them to see the car.”

“Yeah, good idea.”, he nodded quickly. “They shouldn’t find out what kind of car you drive.”

“Not that I won’t steal another one in a few days.”, I chuckled bitterly.

I turned right and stopped in the alley. It was quite long, separating two big apartment buildings, and it ended on another, larger street. When the time to run comes, I thought, I’d easily get out from there.

Once the engine had gone quiet and I didn’t have to hold the wheel anymore, I reached to the back seat to take the rope. Vic was waiting for me, impatiently looking around.

“Hurry, hurry… They might leave…”

“Vic, calm down. They won’t.”, I assured him, pulling out my gun and checking if it’s loaded. “Now… let me tie you up.”

His eyes widened a little when he saw the gun; he chuckled weakly, but there was a slight hint of nervousness in his voice. “Yessir. As your hostage, I’m all yours, you can do whatever you want with me. Here. But be gentle.”, he winked, grinning, and handed out his wrists, holding them together so I can tie them. I giggled a bit – even now he was trying to joke around, although the tension in his voice kind of ruined his jokes. His attempts didn’t make me feel better though, just the opposite, they made me feel worse, they just reminded me how much I would miss Vic’s sense of humor once he’s gone.

I remained as serious as I could, concentrated on the rope.

“I won’t tighten it much so it wouldn’t hurt your wrists and you’d be able to untie yourself quickly if you have to.”, I explained and looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. He smiled a bit and quickly looked away.

“Alright.”, he nodded. “Let’s hope everything’s gonna go just fine and I won’t have to.”

“I’m sure it will.”, I attempted another encouraging smile. “Come on now, as you said, we need to hurry up before the cops leave.”

“Yeah, if they haven’t left already…”

“I doubt they have. They’re buying doughnuts.”, I joked, giving Victor a silly grin. He grinned back.

“How do you know?”

“I’ve watched movies.”, I shrugged, trying another stupid joke. This one seemed to work, because Vic laughed.

“Good point.” His smile faded a bit. “So… I guess this is a goodbye?”

“I think so… I don’t have much left, the possibility to see you again before dying is too small.”, I frowned, now staring out of the windshield.

“Right, thought so…” For a moment, he went silent. “…I’m gonna miss you, Kellin. A lot... I… Thank you.”

I looked at him again and raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

He shrugged.

“I don’t know, for everything. For making my life more interesting. For being so nice to me. For… stealing stuff for me…”, he grinned. “For teaching me how to live my life. Thanks for all those things.”

“You don’t need to thank me…”, I caught myself smiling shyly. “You just were at the wrong place at the wrong time, which later turned out to actually be the right place and the right time.”

“Yes, but still…” Vic looked down to his tied wrists and seemed to hesitate if he should say something. I waited for him patiently, watching him, but he ended up staying silent. I decided to give him a few more moments to change his mind, but he remained quiet, so I coughed.

“I guess this is it, then.”

My voice brought him back to reality. He blinked.

“Yeah. Alright, let’s do this.”, he was about to get out of the car, but stopped. “Wait, one sec… I got this…”

“Got what…?”, I tilted head.

Victor didn’t reply, he just closed his eyes. When he opened them after a moment, tears slipped down his face. I must’ve looked pretty confused, because seeing my expression made him chuckle.

“I had to think of Bambi for a second, but it worked.”, he winked and grinned through tears. “Come on, man, don’t be so surprised, I’m a great actor. I’ve even been in a few school plays when I was a kid, and totally killed it. Girls loved me.”

“I bet so, I’d be surprised if they didn’t, you silly Bambi-boy.”, I grinned back. “Also, hang on, one more thing.”

I had spotted one of Vic’s hats left on the back seat so now I reached and grabbed it. Then, smiling, I carefully put it on his head.

“Here. Now you’re ready.”

“Now I’m ready.”, Vic repeated my words, to confirm, still smiling a little.

He started struggling with the door, trying to open it despite the ropes around his wrists. I sighed, reached across him and opened the door for him. After a quiet “Thanks” and “You’re welcome” murmured, we were finally out and ready for adventures.

Grabbing my gun for courage, I quietly walked to the main street and glanced round the corner. This was ridiculous – I knew no one could hear me, the cops were a few feet away from us and they seemed to be very concentrated on whatever they did there. The fear, though, the fear and the anxiety gripped me from the inside, suffocating me. I looked back at Vic and motioned at him to come closer. The way he was walking showed how uncomfortable he felt in the suit, now used to wearing jeans and T-shirts, too big for his skinny body. He hesitantly approached me and looked at the police car as well, still trying to keep the tears running down his face. I wondered if those tears were actually real, I was hardly holding mine back, myself.

“Ready?”, I whispered, but my voice refused to work, making my words almost inaudible. Vic understood me, though, and nodded. His hand slipped down to mine and squeezed it lightly. I wasn’t sure if that meant ‘Good luck’, or ‘Goodbye’, or probably both, but it made me feel slightly better.

After a short moment of hesitation, I pulled him in front of me as a shield and put my gun to his head.

“Your hands are shaking… Careful, you might shoot me accidentally.”, he murmured.

“I’ll do my best not to.”, I grinned a bit, then pushed him forward, showing up in front of the police officers.

At first they didn’t notice us. The skinny short guy was laughing at something the other one had said. The second cop was a big guy – really tall, giving the impression he was practically made from muscles, his nose obviously had been broken at least twice. Shortly said, the kind of guy you wouldn’t want to mess with.

The short one spotted us first, when Vic whimpered:

“P-please… Where are you leading me, please, l-let me go home… I'm of no use to you now...”

I tried not to let the panic ruin everything and growled:

“Shut the fuck up!”, then I yelled loud enough for the policemen to hear me: “Hey, you, bitches! Get out of the car, sloooowly. And you better keep your pretty little hands away from your weapons, or you might lose a finger or two. If you call for backup, I'll find out and I'll blow his fucking brains out!”

At first we got no reaction and I got worried that they didn’t hear me, or they didn’t get what was going on. Then, one of the men slowly slipped out of the car, followed by his friend.

“Your hands in the air, in the air, now.”, I commanded.

“Please, do what he says, please…”, Vic cried out, more tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I said shut up!”, I hissed and poked his head with my gun, to be more convincing. “You, on the left! Come here, still keeping your hands where I can see them, and take the hostage.”

Putting the accent on the word ‘hostage’, I hoped I made it clear enough who we were. The shorter guy cautiously approached us, his eyes open wide, watching me carefully and trying not to provoke me.

“Please, don’t do stupid things, sir… Calm down…”, he tried.

“Don’t go with that ‘Calm down’ bullshit on me! That wouldn’t help ya.”, I frowned and moved the gun from Vic to him. I felt my friend’s body trembling in my arms as I let him go and gently pushed him towards the policeman. Once he was free, he collapsed in his arms, sobbing theatrically.

I almost chuckled. Ah, Vic had such a flair for the dramatic…

“Lead him to the car and get him inside. Still, no rapid movements, no guns, no calls for help or shit like that, I’ll be watching you.”

The cop nodded and took Victor to the police car, taking small, cautious steps. I watched him walk away and for a moment, Vic’s eyes met mine. He blinked at me and gave me a small hint of a smile, then let the policeman lead him away and cover him with a jacket, in case he’s in shock. After he was done with that, the skinny police officer turned to me again.

“Kid, lower the gun.”, the big guy finally spoke. His voice was rough, with heavy southern accent. “We don’t want anyone to get hurt, a’right?”

“Don't tell me what to do, you stupid piece of shit.”, I said as hatefully as I could, trying to stay in character. “Let me tell you what I'll do. I'll leave now, and you'll wait for me to disappear with your hands in the air. Once I'm gone, you will take the guy home and everyone will be happy. Okay?”, I looked from the first cop to the other one, and then back to the first. “Okay.”

The tall cop suddenly grinned, as his look moved to something behind me.

“Well, yeah, but no. You’re fucked kid.”

I blinked, the surprise and confusion making me forget that I had to play tough. “Huh…?”

The next thing I knew was that I felt a gun lightly touching my back.

“…Hands up.”

I froze. My hands slowly went up, by themselves, without asking my brain what it thinks about it. Perhaps because right now I was absolutely unable to think of anything.

I had never been that close to being shot in my entire life, well, besides that time when Ross got me with his shotgun, but back then I didn’t really have time to think about it, everything happened so fast. Now, though, I could feel the cold metal through my shirt. Whoever held the gun behind me had a really steady hand, and I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to shoot if he had to, so I realized the most reasonable thing to do right now was to stay still and obey.

“Drop the gun.”, his voice murmured somewhere close to my ear.

I was fucked. I was fucked and I didn’t have a backup plan. Anyway, what did I have to lose? I had to make one last desperate try to get away…

I turned around quickly and tried to hit my attacker or at least disarm him, but suddenly I found myself forced to the ground. The gun fell from my hand and slid in an unknown direction. My face painfully brushed against the pavement, the small pieces of dust, sand and glass scratching the skin on my cheek. Two rough hands started searching me for other weapons. After the policeman finished, I got a kick in the stomach; even though it wasn’t very hard, I didn’t expect it, so I groaned softly and curled up on the ground, wrapping my arms around my hurting body, unable to breathe for a few seconds.

I heard Vic’s voice somewhere near:

“No, don’t hurt him… You don’t understand, he’s sick, he’s dying, he has only about a month left, you shouldn’t…”, his voice trembled as he spoke.

“Shh, quiet there, boy.”, I distinguished the short police officer’s voice. “It seems we’ve got another Stockholm syndrome here…”

“Yeah, poor kid.”, the one, who threatened me with the gun sighed. I felt him poke me with his boot. “What did you do to make him care so much, you little shit?”

The tough guy chuckled. “I bet he fucked him. That’s what the little fag criminals do these days. Disgusting. He deserves a good beating, if you’re askin’ me. Kick him again, Rob.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting the kick. And here it came, this time a nastier one, somewhere between the stomach and the diaphragm. I couldn’t even cry out, my vision blurred and I almost threw up.

“No, stop doing this to him, don’t hurt him, please stop…”, Vic’s voice had started to become desperate.

“Mm, definitely Stockholm syndrome, and shock, too. We need to get him to the doctor once we’re done with this scum.”, the tall policeman said. “Y’know what, Jake, lock him in the car. That would be better for both us and them. For his own good, you know?”

“No, please…”

“Hey…”, suddenly, Rob spoke up. “Hey, I think I know who that is. Jared, c’mere and pick him up, would ya? I wanna see his face better.”

Before I could object, a strong hand gripped me by the hair and forced me up on my feet, lifting my head in a way the other cop could see me well.

“Yeaaah.”, he nodded to himself. “That’s him, I’d always recognize that pretty little face. Kellin Quinn, right? The guy who murdered that businessman from Chicago. You know what, boys, I smell a promotion here. This guy is wanted all over the country.”

“He is?”, the short cop approached to look at me too, now grinning. “Sweet.”

“I’m not a animal in the circus, you know.”, spoke up, my voice slightly shaking. “I’m not here for the crowd to see. I can see you’re just dying to watch me dance, but baby, everything’s got a price…”

Rob’s eyes widened, then he let out a short, sharp laughter. “Hah, look at him, how cocky he is. Listen to me, my child, you won’t be that confident once the big bad boys in prison make you their bitch.”

“Well, let’s wait and see who makes who their bitch…”, I murmured, trying my best not to show how scared I actually was. That was one of my biggest weaknesses – I liked hiding my fear behind a huge amount of fake self-confidence.

“Shut his mouth already.”, the man behind me, Jared, snarled.

“Yeah, good idea.”, Rob smirked.

I flinched slightly, expecting another hit in the stomach or the face. This time Rob decided to do something nastier, though, and stuck his knee between my legs, causing me to cry out and double up, tears of pain blurring my vision. Jared let me go, making me drop back to the ground.

“Goddammit, stop treating him like this, stop this, you’re supposed to be the good guys, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”, Vic was going from terrified to furious, I heard him stumble in my direction, but his footsteps suddenly stopped, as Jake pushed him back to the car.

Rob growled:

“Dammit, Jake, lock him inside already and make him shut up, he pisses me off with his whining.”

“No, Kellin, KELLIN-”

I heard a door slam.

“Done.”, Jake’s voice said.

The next kick I got finally managed to make me throw up. I whimpered softly, choking on my own tears and vomit. The pain was indescribable, to that point where I just hoped I’d pass out sooner. Someone twisted my arms back, handcuffing my wrists together behind my back. I coughed, spitting some… what was that? Blood?

“Look at him, he’s crying like a bitch.”, Jared chuckled.

“Jared, I think that’s enough…”, now Rob’s voice sounded a bit concerned. “I think we went a bit too far. Isn’t it time to call for backup?”

“Nah, we don’t need backup. We must bring him to the police department alone, so we’d get famous.”

“Good point. Pick ‘im up, boys.”

A hand gripped my collar, but before they could pull me back up, a loud crash of broken glass pierced the air, followed by a gunshot. Judging by the shouts that followed, no one got hurt, though.

“Let. Him. Fucking. Go.” Vic’s voice was deadly calm. It was a voice of someone who finally got the situation under control.

I tried to look up, but everything hurt so much, I could barely see…

“...Hey, kid, put the gun down... You're in shock, it's normal to react like this, please don't do anything stupid...”

“Shut up. Get on the ground, and move slowly, or I'll shoot.”

I shuddered slightly. Victor was so angry that he was almost creepy, his tone colder than a fucking iceberg.

Now Rob’s voice sounded closer.

“Look, you really shouldn't do that, you'll regret it later...”

“Shut up.”, Vic interrupted him. I heard a clink as he dug the handcuff keys from his pocket. I felt the metal around my wrists loosen, and then it was gone. By the quiet ‘click’, I understood that some of the cops got handcuffed instead.

My friend’s footsteps approached again. This time he knelt down next to me and gently took me in his arms, wiping some tears and blood away from my face. His fingertips carefully brushed strands of my hair off of my forehead and away from my eyes.

“Kellin, it's okay now...I won't let them hurt you anymore...”, his voice was now soft, almost a whisper. “...I'm so sorry...”

I tried to sit up, but I had to wrap my arms tightly around him to stop myself from falling back down. “I’m fine…”, I managed to murmur. “…I’m okay…”

“No, you’re not. And better not move, you might make things worse. I’ll carry you instead.” He looked at me, concerned.

“I can walk…”, I tried to get up again, but Vic kept me down.

“Nope, nope, nope. It’s not a good idea. Come on.”

He helped me up, gently holding me close to him. I helplessly leaned on him, clinging to him and trying not to collapse back down. Now, when I was up, I saw that Vic had tied up the bastards with the rope left from him. I smiled weakly.

“Good job…”, I mumbled.

“Thanks. They deserved it.” He turned to them. “I could kill you, and probably should, but I won't, because I'm a decent person, unlike you shitheads. Remember that the next time you decide to beat someone up, okay?”

I chuckled a little, but that made all my insides cry out from pain, blurring my vision once more.

“I’ll drive this time, alright?”, I heard Victor’s voice, this time it seemed far away… I mumbled something, but even I wasn’t sure if it was a real sentence or just random sounds and words that didn’t make sense.

“Shh… It’s okay, Kel, we’re almost there…”

“There… There, where…”

I closed my eyes and the next time I opened them I saw leather and darkness, and windows, and at first I couldn’t understand what was going on. Then I realized I was in the car and I calmed down.

Vic gently lied me down on the back seat.

“…It’s gonna be okay…”

I opened my mouth to reply, but everything went black.

I passed out.

END OF CHAPTER 12.

Comments

OMG I know it was written a long time ago, but this is the best fanfic i've ever read<3

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10/8/14
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12/2/13
oh my god i just read the end of this again and i'm all choked up

ATTENTION WORLD THIS IS THE BEST KELLIC OF ALL TIMES

I still have yet to get over this, even though there's a sequel.

send help
clairephernelia clairephernelia
10/6/13
@fuentits

Thank you, thank you, I'm really glad you liked it so much!

There is a sequel, by the way :3
KingForADay KingForADay
8/2/13
Okay, finished. And it only took like two and a half days, wow.

Seriously, I smiled so wide as soon as I read 'Somewhere in Mexico, Harry was trying to cook breakfast. And failing.' I was like YES omfg so badass!

Seriously...so perfect **round of applause**
fuentits fuentits
8/2/13