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Kings And Bishops (The List)

Kings and Bishops (The List): Chapter 25

I woke up from a itch in my nose and I wrinkled it, trying not to sneeze. Bright white light was seeping through my closed eyelids, not allowing me to sink back into the warm cozy darkness of my sleep.

Go away, light, nobody likes you…

I scratched my face through a yawn and then suddenly the realization hit me. Yesterday was July the second. I had died last night… I must be dead. Was I dead?

My eyes flickered open and more of the annoying light blinded me, for a moment all I could see was… white. I was lying on an extremely soft surface, my body slightly sinking into it, the air felt heavy and warm and it smelled of… what was that? Mint… yeah, and coffee, and chocolate, and candy.

Oh, great. So I didn’t go to hell after all. That was a relief.

Something felt off, though… My head hurt like a bitch. Do people get headaches in heaven? I don’t think so.

I blinked again and kicked my imagination out of my head. Think rational, Kellin, think rational. Here. I was staring at a white wall, and the bright light was coming from a window. I was lying in a bed. That was it. This wasn’t heaven. I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, though.

If this wasn’t heaven… then where was I?

Then I sensed the smell again and my mind made the connection. Coffee, mint and chocolate. Coffee, mint and chocolate. I turned around to see Vic lying next to me and sighing softly in his sleep. Stunned, I stared at him for a moment, then reached and touched him. He murmured something and stirred, still without waking up. Yes, he felt real. This was real.

So, obviously, I wasn’t dead. Question was… why?

Silently, I slipped out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Maybe I had died after all and I was ghost now? Was this possible? What was possible? I leaned against the sink, my head spinning wildly, and I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Yeah. I looked alive – really tired, with a horrible hangover, but alive. I touched my face and my reflection did the same thing. I was definitely not a ghost.

Calmer, I walked back to the bedroom, trying to think of a reasonable explanation for all this. Maybe I got the day wrong. Maybe today was the day when I was supposed to die, not yesterday. Or maybe the doctor had made a mistake, maybe he meant August, not July? My head started hurting again from the effort, so I gave up. I was going to think about that later.

My eyes fell on Vic again. His hand slipped across the bed, looking for me, but all he found was a pillow. He pulled it closer and wrapped his arms around it, cuddling it and burying his face into it. A smile stretched on my face as I remembered our conversations from last night. He loved me. He loved me, that son of a bitch. I promised myself to kick his ass later for not telling me earlier. But on the other hand, I didn’t tell him, too, right? However, the thought of this filled me with a warm, fuzzy, strange filling, as if something was tickling my stomach from the inside. I felt the urge to go to him and hug him tightly, but I didn’t want to wake him up, I preferred to let him sleep and watch him, admiring his adorableness.

…But no. I didn’t have time for that. I had to get my mind to work, I had to figure out a possible explanation for why I was still living and breathing. In the end I got to the conclusion that the only person, who could tell me what the hell was going on, was my doctor.

Personally, I didn’t like Dr. Bailey much, even at all. I found him annoying, as he always drowned me in useless medical terms I didn’t know a shit about, and he liked making other people feel stupid around him. I went to him only because Jenny used to work with him awhile ago and she said he’s a good doctor. Maybe she was right about this. But even if he was good at his work, he was definitely a shitty person. What irritated me too was that he barely remembered the names of his patients, so every time I went to him I had to literally spell my name letter by letter, when he had to write me a prescription. I didn’t like how his office smelled. I didn’t like the fact that I had to wait for hours until he lets me in. I didn’t like his stupid glasses, which he always kept on the very tip of his nose. I didn’t like the way he spoke. I didn’t like the way he looked at me.

I didn’t like him. I didn’t want to talk to him, but I had to.

I found my phone in the pocket of my jacket, took it and went to the living room, so my voice wouldn’t wake Vic up. After I carefully closed the door behind me, I started dialing the number.

I waited for one looooong minute, before a sleepy, bored voice finally sounded in my ear.

Yes?

“Um, hello, Dr. Bailey, it’s Kellin, Kellin Qu-”, suddenly I realized he knows me as ‘Bostwick’, so I quickly corrected myself: “Kellin Bostwick.” Then, after I didn’t get a reply for a moment, I added: “The guy with the fatal disease? The one, who was supposed to die… well, yesterday?”

…Ah! Ah, yes, Mr. Bostwick, sure, I remember! So… What’s the problem?

What’s the problem?! Are you fucking kidding me.

“Well, apparently, I’m not dead.”, I spat, unable to hold back my irritation anymore.

Oh… Didn’t my assistant contact you?

“What did she have to contact me for?” My voice was so cold that any iceberg would sink into the ground from jealousy.

Um…”, he went silent and I could sense he was very awkward for some reason.

“Yeah…?”, I urged him.

Look, first, I want to point out that it wasn’t my fault… Probably someone from the third floor got it wrong, it definitely wasn’t me…

“Dr. Bailey! What the hell is going on?!”, I groaned maybe a little too loud, my patience coming to an end.

I… I mean, someone accidentally switched your tests results with the ones of another patient of ours. I’m sorry. What you had was a flu. Nothing serious. I’m sorry, I thought my assistant called you … Ah! Here she is. Marta! Marta, Mr. Bostwick is on the phone, I thought you let him know about the… confusion… Yeah?... Oh…” He spoke to me again. “Look, Mr. Bostwick, I just talked to Marta, she said she tried to contact you, but you wouldn’t answer your phone. She tried to call at your home too, but you wouldn’t pick up. I’m sorry.

…The phone. The phone I had thrown away once the police went after me. Stupid, stupid, stupid! I could at least let my doctor know I have a new phone number. He apparently hadn’t heard that I’m a wanted criminal now, or maybe he had, but since he was horrible with names, and on TV I was known as ‘Quinn’, not as ‘Bostwick’, he just hadn’t realized it was me.

Perhaps I stayed quiet for a bit too long, because Dr. Bailey continued with a cheerful voice:

Look on the bright side, Mr. Bostwick! You’re in perfectly good health, you have many more years left to live! I’m sorry for the misunderstanding, it won’t happen again, I promi-

“Shut up, shut up!”, I interrupted him. “Do you have any idea how much you messed up?! I spend the last two months in self-pity, bank robberies and avenging people, I’m wanted, I’m considered dangerous, and it’s all because of your stupid goddamn misunderstanding! Well, you know what? Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, oh, and also, fuck you. Learn how to do your job or you better quit.”

But…

“Goodbye, Dr. Bailey.”

I hung up before he continues with the excuses. Truth was, I wasn’t as pissed as I sounded, I pretty much did this on purpose, to make Bailey feel guilty. Yeah, I was damn angry at him for not doing his fucking job right and ruining people’s lives, but on the other hand… I was alive. I was okay. I wasn’t going to die. Wasn’t that what I wanted? Yes, it was.

As I passed by the window I threw a sleepy look out. The light still seemed that bright, judging by it, it was at least ten a.m.

My anger quickly vanished, replaced by thick, suffocating relief. I quickly returned to the bedroom, intent to wake Vic up and tell him the news. When I opened the door I found out he was already awake and once he saw me, his eyes widened slightly in confusion.

“Kellin… What… Why… Shouldn’t you be…”, he stuttered. “…What the hell? You… You died!” He pointed at me, kind of accusingly. “I was there!”

“It was a mistake!”, I announced, my voice sounded higher than I wanted it to. “It was a mistake, Vic, a mistake!”

“What was…?”, he blinked. “You mean you won’t…”

“They got the diagnosis wrong! Just talked to the pathetic piece of shit that dares to call himself my doctor.” My grin was so wide that I wondered how the upper half of my head didn’t fall off. “I’m not going to die, I’m not sick at all, holy shit, holy shit, I can’t believe it myself too… Holy shit.”

For a moment Vic just watched me and then let out a high, nervous, almost insane laughter.

“Oh my God, Kellin… I can’t… Oh my God!” He jumped out of bed for seconds and threw his arms around me, pulling me to a hug, so tight that he almost broke my ribs. “I love you, I love you, I love you, don’t you dare ever doing this to me, ever again, don’t you ever leave me, you hear me?”, a tear slipped out of his eye, as he repeated: “You hear me?

I nodded, hugging him back tightly and burying my fingers into his soft brown wavy hair. He pulled back a little to look at me and I finally managed to take a breath, hoping he didn’t smash my chest.

“I can’t possibly describe how relieved I feel that I’m seeing you again.”, I murmured.

“You don’t need to, I think we both are feeling pretty much the same way right now…”, he shook head. “So you’re not ill? At all?”

“Nope. As Dr. Bailey The Asshole said, I’m in ‘perfect health’.”, I rolled eyes.

“Well, that’s wonderful news, Kells, I just don’t know what to say… I…”, Vic just shook head, pulled me closer again and kissed me.

Our lips collided together and I hungrily pressed mine to his, taking a slow deep breath. We were both happy that we were here, alive and able to do this, last night’s desperation and the thought that we will never kiss again still echoing in our minds, but now as a distant memory of something unreal. Now there was only here, now, and us. A few tears of relief rolled down my cheeks and mixed with Vic’s. I swear, this was the most hopeful, passionate and salty kiss I’ve ever had.

He stopped for a moment and murmured my name against my lips, his hot breath tickling my nose and making it start itching again. I ignored it, it didn’t deserve my attention at the moment. My tongue traced his teeth and slipped inside his mouth as another rough kiss followed, even saltier than the first one. I broke it to take a breath.

“Stop crying.”, I ordered.

“Ah, always so bossy.”, Vic grinned, half-opening his eyes to look at me.

“That’s right. But I suspect you secretly like it.”, I chuckled.

“Hah, why did you think that?”

“You always obey.”, I simply said with a shrug.

“That’s not true! You can’t tell me what to do-”, he tried to protest.

I rolled eyes with a small smile.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me, Fuentes.”, I interrupted him.

“…Okay.”

And he did, automatically proving himself wrong. I bit his lower lip, lightly tugging at it. We kissed as if there was no tomorrow, as if we hadn’t seen each other for a really long time, as if that was our first kiss, and our last kiss, our future, our past, our present. We wanted each other… we needed each other… because there was no Bonnie without a Clyde… His words sounded in my head: “Without you there is no me…”.

My hands slid to his chest and I pushed him against the wall. Suddenly I realized he’s wearing only his underwear and that made the blood rush into my face.

“Kellin…”, he whispered, once my lips left his just to move to his jawline.

“Yeah…?”, I opened an eye.

“I missed you…”

I chuckled softly and left a light bite on the side of his neck. “Missed me? But I hadn’t gone anywhere…”

“I thought you had…”, he furrowed eyebrows, holding back a gasp. “And what was worse, I thought you’re not coming back.”

“Yeah, I know. But now I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere, ever.”, I bit him again, harder, pressing myself close. This time he couldn’t help but let out a moan, sticking his fingernails in my back.

Out of control…

His hands slipped under my shirt, lightly scratching my skin. I shuddered.

“Do that again…”, I murmured softly.

“See? Bossy.”, Vic giggled, but still did what I told him.

“And you stiiiiill obey…”, I grinned.

“True.”, he took me by the hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss my neck. “Because I know you want me to.”

My eyes flickered open, his touch sending shivers through my body.

“Vic-”, I muttered with no particular reason. I just enjoyed pronouncing his name. “Victor…”

That’s when my mind decided to take over, ignoring what both my body and my heart wanted. If someone was watching me right now, they would see how the expression on my face slowly changed.

“…Stop.”, I suddenly said, but he didn’t seem to hear me, concentrated on trying to slip my shirt off. “Stop!”

I stepped back, gently pushing him away.

“What is it?”, he blinked, leaning against the wall.

“We’re in some deep shit.”, I said seriously.

“What? What’s wrong?”

There was something bothering me. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but there was something wrong. I knitted eyebrows, trying to figure out what it was, and decided to fill the silence that would fall with saying my other thoughts out loud.

“It’s probably just me overthinking things, but… what are we gonna do from now on? We did all those things, bad things, the cops are after us, and from what I’ve seen on the news, they’ve figured we’re in the city. And we weren’t very cautious yesterday, you know…”

“What do you mean?”, Vic tilted head, scratching his neck, where I had bitten him.

“That shop-assistant at the music store, who I threatened, for example. Or that guy in the bar that said we seem familiar, and then left amazingly fast, almost like he was running away from something. I… I don’t know… Just the thought that we don’t have any further plans scares me. It’s like having to go down the stairs with your eyes closed.”, I shook head. “Where are we gonna go? We can’t stay here for long, we gotta leave later today.”

“We could go back to your mom’s place.”, he proposed with a shrug. “She’d be happy to see us, besides, she said I’m always welcome to her home.”

“No, no, no, I don’t want her involved. No. I don’t want her to get in trouble because of me.”

“Okay then… We can try to get to San Diego and visit Mike, then. I know he has some friends, who have some friends, who might be able to get us fake ID cards. I just hope he’s still on good terms with them. Then we’ll think of what to do. We gotta leave the country, that’s more than clear. Question is where we should go…”

“Didn’t you say your family owns some ranch in Mexico or something?”, I remembered.

“A house, it’s a house. And yeah, that’s an option… We’ll think it over later, on our way to Cali.”

“Yeah, okay, that works.”

“So… Was that all?”, he grinned again. “Can we go back to what we had started?”

I couldn’t help but grin back.

“I would very much like to, but there’s something else. Something I can’t… quite… Uh. It’s like a distant memory that is just sitting in the back of my head and teasing me that I can’t see it. Like, I know it’s there, but I can’t reach it…”, I rubbed my face. “I just can’t figure out what it is, it’s like there is something off, I have a bad feeling…”

Vic looked at me with concern.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just nervous for some reason…”

I blinked.

And then – bam! I realized what the thing was.

As I passed by the window I threw a sleepy look out. The light still seemed that bright, judging by it, it was at least ten a.m…

What my dizzy hurting head didn’t allow me to realize I was seeing, were the police cars parked in front of the hotel.


“Shit!”, I hissed, suddenly angry at myself for not paying attention and missing something that important. “Shit, shit, shit!”

I ran back to the window and looked out again. And yeah, here they were, but now they were more. Police cars everywhere. Cops everywhere. Even a small crowd of curious citizens. They were all here for us.

The moment I thought everything was okay, they had found us.

Vic stood behind me and looked over my shoulder, his eyes widened as he saw the policemen.

“Oh, fuck!”, he exclaimed. “How did they find us?!”

“I don’t know… I say the guy at the bar, maybe he recognized us and then followed us here. I don’t know. Maybe he just saw our car and then reported it in the police. I have no idea, but we’re fucked.”

“You tell me…”, Victor took a deep breath. “Are we surrounded?”

“I’ll go check.”, I threw him a glance and rushed to the bathroom, where the window faced the other way. The moment I reached it I saw the blue and red lights and I knew we’re trapped. “Shit!”, I repeated.

We had to find a way out… We always did… We were the Bonnie and Clyde of our century, we had gone through so much together, and we didn’t do it only to get caught in the end, right when it turned out that I’m okay and we could spend the rest of our lives someplace safe, together, forever. But this wasn’t going to happen if they captured and arrested us. And since we were in Florida, we would end up on the electric chair…

I ran back to the bedroom.

“Get dressed!”, I ordered to Vic. “Now!”

“What are we gonna do?”, he looked at me, panic in his eyes. “How are we gonna get out of this one?”

“I, um, I don’t know, we’ll find a way, we’ll improvise! Now get! Dressed!”, I tossed him his pants and started putting my shirt on. Without saying anything, he silently began to slip his clothes on in a hurry, from time to time casting worried looks at the window. I quickly walked to it and drew the curtains.

“My gun, where’s my gun?”, I looked around.

“In the bag, I think.”, Vic replied, finally completely dressed. “Here.”

He handed my bag to me and I started looking for the weapon inside.

“You’re not armed.”, I suddenly realized. “You’re gonna need a weapon.”

“I’ll take the water gun… It looks real.”, he quickly added.

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be in much help if they start shooting at you with real bullets.” I hesitated. “…Hold out your hand.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it!”, I rolled my eyes, grabbed his wrist and stuck my pistol in his hand. “Take it.”

“No, I can’t! How about you? How are you gonna defend yourself?”, he tried to give it back, but I wouldn’t take it.

“I’ll think of something.”, I said firmly. “We’ll make it out of this. I promise. Come on, now, take your stuff, we’ll try to sneak out through the café.”

I headed to the door, but Vic pulled me back to him.

“I love you.”, he said again. “I had been trying not to say that for such a long time, that now I just can’t stop pronouncing these words.”

“I love you too.”, I gave him a quick kiss. “Now come on already. And, if we get captured…”

“We won’t.”, he interrupted me. “They’ll never take us alive.”

“They won’t take us dead either. I won’t let them.”

“No.”, Victor corrected me. “We won’t let them.”

“…Right.”

I glanced out of the window again, moving the curtain aside just as much as I needed to peek out. And my world became all chaotic lights and singing sirens…

END OF CHAPTER 25

Notes

LAST CHAPTER BEFORE THE EPILOGUE (yeah, there's also gonna be an epilogue)

Yay for cliffhangers!

Comments

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

elena580 elena580
10/8/14
Hey I've read this whole story twice, and have you ever heard of a book website called Quotev? Well I have an acount and a story called 'Queen For A Day' Maybe you can help c:
hihihiiii hihihiiii
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