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I do not own the original story or the characters.
M for
Language and drug use. Character death.
As the plunger pushed the murky, hot liquid through Harry's veins, his eyelids almost instantly felt heavy. He lazily shifted his gaze to Marion. His maid Marion. That beautiful girl who wasted her time with a lowlife like him. He crawled to her and rested his head in her lap and smiled at her. She ran a timid fingertip down his forehead and the bridge of his nose.
"You...don't understand...the things you do to me, Marion..." Harry whispered. He forced himself to sit up and kissed her lips gingerly. The feel of skin against his filled him with ecstasy. He watched her as she leaned back against the couch, offering her arm. He smiled like a child and tied the tourniquet tightly around her upper arm. He rubbed and slapped her inner elbow, watching the veins pulsate. He grabbed a needle off of the table and slowly pushed it through her skin.
He watched carefully as he pulled the plunger up a bit, the liquid turning red with blood. He pushed down fast and hard and watched her drift up, up and away. He untied the tourniquet and took the syringe out of her arm.
But something wasn't quite right. Her eyelids drifted closed, but didn't open back up. Harry's high diminished and his mind began going a mile a minute. And something clicked. He and Marion were supposed to share the rig. He gave her too much.
"No, no, no. Fuck. No." He began shaking her, her head lazily rolling to the side. "No, Marion. Please, no. Wake up, baby." He tried giving her mouth-to-mouth, but to no avale. He felt tears well up in his eyes and he shook her again. The shakes became less powerful and became weak. He started sobbing, and drew her close to him.
"Please, wake up, Marion. Please..." His mind began going through countless nights together. Days spent in each other's embrace. Nights of endless conversations, and empty promises. He looked at the spoon on the table. He cooked up a rig big enough for 3.
He kissed Marion's forehead and shoved the needle into his arm and pushed the plunger down.
"If I can't be...with you...I have...nothing."