Title: A Dangerous Game
Summary: Alexander Johnson had it all. And it was just perfect, period. But after a car accident, one little secret threatens to tear it all apart. He watches his perfect life come crashing down, learn the lies of Alice May, the woman he loves, and is just about to learn how blood runs thicker than water... and who his parents really are.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OCs. This is considerably an OC centric story, but I promise all the beloved characters play their important roles as always. I just, well, think of the seriousness of this story as Nolan-verse Batman level. XD. Yeah, shit's going down. Hope you enjoy!
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'Feet don't fail me now'
His mind processed a million things all at once as his entire life flashed before his eyes, from beginning to— although slightly hesitant to admit it— well, this was the end. Wasn't it?
It was, wasn't it? He just knew it.
'Take me to the finish line'
She did not whimper. She did not cry. She hardly made a sound. On the outside, at least.
She was practically screaming like a madwoman on the inside. Oh god— no, please not him, anyone but him— let this all be some drug enduced hallucenation or a simple nightmare.
She felt her sanity split in two at that very moment. Half of her was heartbroken and hysterical, in total shock, as her piercing eyes couldn't bear to look at her grievously injured lover. They couldn't part ways like this, 'Till death do us part' her ass! It couldn't be, no it just couldn't be. Not when they were so close...
In the meanwhile the other half consisted of nothing but pure rage, wanting to literally rip apart those responsible for all this madness. All the lies, the deception, the cruelty, the greed. It always came back right on her- all this suffering, torture, and deaths of all those she loved, the little family she had left. And now him?
God— please— no.
"Alex." was all that came from a voice- it wasn't hers- not really. It was a ghost of herself, a hoarse, broken, whisper.
"Stay with me, please..." her voice was shaking by this rate, fighting everything at that moment, herself and the increasing urge to break down included.
'Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take'
Suddenly he was no longer as numbd as he had thought he was, as he could feel the whisps of his fiancé's silver blond hair brushing against face, her body carefully right by his side and somewhat on top of him as well; one hand pressed down as pressure on the bleeding bullet wound on his chest, the other carressing his cheek.
And god, he was losing his own mind.
He didn't want to leave her. That part he was a hundred percent certain of. He wanted to stay with her, he wanted to end everything he had started, defeat everyone and everything out to get them. He didn't want things to end this way, he never wanted them to become like this, Hell he never wanted things to be like this in the first place.
But he just wanted this pain to end. The agony was unbearable and eating him alive. Kill me, he wanted to scream. Just get it over with, I can't take it anymore.
But how he could he break her heart like that?
'Don't make me sad, don't make me cry.'
Perhaps he lacked the will to live, but had the strength to physically carry on. Or maybe vice versa. All he could think in his mind over and over was her. Nobody else in the world mattered— not that vicious little bird, not that dim witted couple, not even hia own father.
And yet at the same time, why did it feel like he was giving in to them.
'Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough'
How could he let them win so easily then if he allowed his own self to break?
'I don't know why'
He shuddered, starting to feel oddly cold.
Although, from his clouded vision, no longer was her face. Instead was the face of his mother in his own mad vision, her smile providing a strange feeling of warmth against the cold. It was rather relaxing.
So Death for him would come like slumber?
'Come take a walk on the wild side, let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain'
"Alex? Alex? ALEX!" she shrieked, smacking his face gently around to keep his eyes open. He stirred here and there and made the slightest noise of a moan, which was a close enough sound she needed at least. He was awake and moving at least, he still had a pulse. For now.
Where was everyone? Where was the gang? They were nearby sometime recently. Surely they didn't pull some cruel idea of a revenge and run off on her to get back for the two times she had attacked them in the past? Oh god, she hoped not. Do whatever they wanted with her, do their worst, anything, but no— they wouldn't take it out on him as well— would they?
Her piercing blue near-violet like eyes turned towards the couple staring hand in hand, eyes widened in dismay and uncertainy. How long had they stood there frozen?
"Don't- don't just stand there! Help me! Help him! Help us- please!" she continued to plead, her patient long off the edge. Her body was shaking violently as more tears continued to stream down her face.
They did nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Nothing but just glance at this sobbing, hysterical, uncontrollable girl.
'You like your girls insane'
She saw the woman glance to her husband, a pleading urge in her eyes wanting to help, but he merely stood his ground. Instead he lowered his head down sadly, as if this mocking silence was their way of saying as stupid as—
"Natasha... I... lo- love.. you.." he said, just barely surpassing a whisper, or even considerably audible.
'Choose your last words'
She couldn't tell what she had done at that moment, something like she had scrunched her face to hold down more tears from falling. After all, she was supposed to be so much stronger than this.
On the outside at least.
'This is the last time'
He ashamed and in one small sense, couldn't bear to live with himself.
He failed her. He had failed everyone. He failed to save his mother. He had, or at least in one sense, failed to save his father too.
'Cause you and I-'
"It wasn't supposed to be this way..." she chokes, loyal to his side.
'We were born to die.'
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Born to Die- Lana Lang
