Blood dripped from her hands, pooling beneath her. "Dave? Dave!" She cried out frantically, her voice cracking as she screamed. Please, no. No, no, no! "Tell me this is a dream. Tell me this isn't real!" Sobs wracked her form, and she stared at his broken body beneath her.
She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Jade."
She shook her head frantically. "Leave! Leave me alone!" This isn't happening!
John knelt down beside her. "He's dead, Jade."
"No! He can't be dead! He isn't dead!" She was heaving now, her body folding over, her hands desperately gripping his bloodied shirt. She buried her face in his chest, her tears leaking into his clothes.
"I'll leave you alone." John murmured, standing up. He turned and slowly walked to the door of the blood-soaked room, and he glanced back to see Jade still whimpering into Dave. He sighed and turned his back to her.
Jade curled up beside him, never losing contact with him in fear of Dave disappearing. I can't lose him. As she laid there, her vision blurred with tears, Jade began to wonder what she would do if this wasn't a dream. No. It's a dream. It has to be!
She knew that even if it was a dream, he would be dead in a way, yet her fear muddled mind couldn't seem to form a rational thought.
A flash of bright green light appeared behind her, and Jade weakly turned her head to him. Bec Noir stood there, his eyes filled with loyalty, though hatred defined his features.
"You did this." Jade mumbled weakly, exhaustion lining her face. Her eyes hardened. "You did this! I hate y-" sobs cut off her speech, and she turned her face back to Dave. "Why? Why would you ever do this?"
Bec laid back his ears, the dog's shame overwhelming him. "Make it stop!" She screamed, tears beginning to leak out of her eyes.
He stepped back, not understanding. Make it stop? Did she mean…
"Make it stop! Just kill me!"
Bec's eyes widened. He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to her. She turned her face away from him, shaking her head.
As he stood there, Bec pondered his actions. Could he do it? Could he kill his best friend? She was begging him to, screaming at him. The part of his mind that was still completely Jack was urging him to pull out his sword and just slice. Though he knew he might never forgive himself, he bowed his head and nodded. He drew his black dagger, and looked up at her. She had turned to face him, prepared for what was coming. She wanted to die.
He stepped forward, raising his sword. And as it fell, a tear followed.