Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars.
New story that's quite different from anything that I've written before. Not sure how long it's going to be. If I mess up some historical facts in this story then I'm sorry, but I had to twist some stuff around so this story would work. I hope you enjoy.
Paige nodded at Emily slightly. She was silently urging her to go. To run, far away from this place, away from Lyndon and get help. She could see the fear shining in Emily's coffee brown eyes and knew that she reflected it back in her own. Paige jerked her head again in the direction of the door, the duct tape chaffing her lips making it impossible to speak. Emily glanced at her one last time before standing up and darting out of the room. Paige briefly heard a door faintly open and close, and knew that Emily had gotten away. She would live and that's all that mattered to Paige.
Lyndon stalked back into the room and took one look at the couch, seeing only Paige sitting there bound, before he let out a guttural growl, like a wild animal cheated out of its prey. He turned towards the other doorway and Paige caught a brief glimpse of his knife. He was going after Emily! Adrenaline and anger washed over her at the thought of him laying a finger on her girl let alone hurting her. Her hands were bound tightly with duct tape along with her feet, but somehow Paige found the balance and strength to launch herself off the couch and straight into Lyndon's back. He let out a harsh cry of surprise as they both hit the wooden floor hard. Paige looped her bound arms around Lyndon's neck and tried to squeeze and cut off his air supply. Lyndon thrashed around beneath her, rolling around and roughly shoving her into furniture as he tried to fight her off. Paige valiantly held on. Each second Lyndon wasted trying to get her off of him was another second Emily was getting further and further away from this place. Lyndon must have realized this to because he changed tactics. Now instead of trying to shake her off he slammed his elbow back into her face. He nailed her right in her left eye and Paige let out a muffled cry of pain. Her left eye shut and Lyndon repeated the action again and again and again, crushing her nose and brutally smashing in her face. The pain was agonizing. Paige felt her grip loosen as her head swam. Lyndon must have sensed she was weakening to for he viciously twisted her arms over his head and unceremoniously threw her off of him. Paige landed in a heap and weakly tried to sit up but a hard kick to the chest left her flat on her back, gasping for air through her broken nose. Lyndon didn't even spare her a backwards glance as he raced out the door in the direction Emily had went.
Paige lay there for a few seconds blinking away the blood and tears that were clouding her vision. She weakly began tearing away at a loose corner of duct tape by her mouth that must have come undone during her scuffle with Lyndon. She peeled away the layer of gray tape and drew in several shuddering gasps. Next she worked on quickly freeing her hands. She tugged and ripped away at the duct tape with her chipped and broken teeth, a few were missing thanks to Lyndon. It was painful, but she was able to free herself. She flexed her numb fingers and then tore off the tape ensnaring her feet before shakily standing and stumbling outside in the direction Emily and Lyndon went. In the distance she could just make out a lighthouse. She began to sprint in that direction, somehow knowing that was where Emily was. That was where Lyndon was headed and that was where Paige had to get to first. She had to protect Emily from that psycho. Her lungs burned and her whole body ached, but Paige ignored all of that and instead let her adrenaline take over. She reached the base of the lighthouse and began taking the stairs two at a time. She could hear the muffled sounds of voices and banging.
She arrived at the top and saw Lyndon towering over Emily, who was desperately inching backwards. Blood matted her raven locks and dripped down the side of her face, evidence that Lyndon had hurt her. Lyndon had hurt Emily. Her Emily and Paige saw red. Everything sped up. Paige saw Lyndon raise his knife intent on stabbing Emily, but Paige vaulted forward and crashed into Lyndon, shoving him against the railing much to his and Emily's shock. Paige vaguely heard Emily cry out her name, but her focus was now on Lyndon, the two of them struggling for control of the knife. Paige was strong from her years of swimming and field hockey and was in excellent physical shape, but her previous injuries were weakening her. She viciously twisted Lyndon's fingers on his free hand and he bellowed in rage and pain. He wrenched his hand holding the knife free and sunk it into the flesh of her shoulder. Paige didn't have time to yell before he stabbed her again in the stomach. The pain blossomed out and radiated throughout her body, but it only served to fuel her rage. She balled her hand into a tight fist and slammed it into Lyndon's nose. He reeled backwards stunned and Paige slumped against the metal railing. She heard a scramble of feet and warm hands clutch one of her arms. She turned and looked down to see the frightened face of Emily then she turned and saw Lyndon barrel towards her. Paige sidestepped him, stumbling into Emily before she lurched forward and punched him again. She was fighting for her life and Emily's right now. She felt a sharp pain invade her side once, twice, thrice before Paige and Lyndon separated both a bloody mess. Paige could feel herself weakening, so in one desperate last ditch effort she launched herself forward and forcefully shoved Lyndon towards the edge of the railing, intent on pushing him over. He teetered and grabbed a fistful of her shirt, sinking the knife deep into her chest between her ribs. Paige cried out and struggled to free herself as she felt herself being pulled over the railing. Suddenly Emily was there, viciously pushing Lyndon over the edge and tugging Paige back to safety. Lyndon didn't even have time to scream before his body hit the rocks below, a sickening crunch of bones echoing through the quiet forest. Paige slumped down onto the cold metal grating, Emily's arms holding her tightly. The pain was there, but obsolete. Emily was safe and that's all that mattered.
"Paige! Oh god Paige," cried Emily. She took off her jacket and pressed it quickly against the deep wounds on her stomach, the cloth immediately becoming soaked with her blood staining Emily's hands a deep red. Paige's head rolled languidly back forth as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She had lost too much blood, was too badly injured, and there just wasn't enough time.
"Emily, I'm dying," mumbled Paige smiling lazily up at her love. Emily stared down at her girlfriend's bloody and bruised face that was almost unrecognizable from the savage beating she had received.
"Shut up, you're not dying," snapped Emily, balling up the bloody jacket and repressing it to the still bleeding wounds, her eyes flitting up to the knife still sticking out of Paige's chest.
"Yes I am," argued Paige chuckling weakly, but it came out as a weak gurgle.
"No, I won't let you die, I can't lose you Paige I can't…I can't," Emily said. Bloody and broken fingers slowly caressed Emily's cheek and Emily looked into Paige's glassy brown eyes, tears were slowly dripping down her cheeks onto Paige's chest, mixing with her blood. It was quiet. The wind drifted through the trees and the moon shone down on the broken body of a dying girl. The only sound that disturbed the silence was Paige's uneven gasping breathes.
"I love you Emily Fields," mumbled Paige, fighting through the pain and blood loss to look up at her girlfriend who was staring up at the sky, tears running silent streams down her cheeks.
"Don't say that," whispered Emily.
"I love you," Paige repeated. "This isn't…your fault, don't b-blame yourself Em."
A strangled sob tore forth from Emily's throat at the sound of her slurred nickname coming from her Paige's bloody lips. Paige sighed and closed her eyes. "Paige!" Emily shouted in fear that the other girl was dead. She was so cold, so pale.
"Hmmm," Paige slurred softly her brown eyes blinking open.
"Stay with me Paige, keep fighting okay. Keep fighting for us, for me," begged Emily pressing down on Paige's stab wounds with her blood soaked jacket.
"Kiss me Superstar." Paige weakly raised a hand to weave through Emily's dark locks, but only made it halfway before her body found the task too hard and painful and her hand sank back down to her side.
"Stop talking Paige, your delirious and you need to save your strength," said Emily through gritted teeth as she wiped her tears away. The distant sound of cars and shouts could be heard. "See Paige help is coming just hang on okay."
Paige grabbed one of Emily's bloodstained hands and brought it to her lips, laying a soft, tender kiss upon her knuckles. "I will love you forever Em, in this life and the next."
Emily stared down at her girlfriend and Paige gave a weak smile back, her breathing becoming shallower. Emily gripped Paige's cold hand tighter. She heard shouts at the bottom of the lighthouse and she briefly looked over at the staircase and stumbled over towards it. She gripped the railing and shouted down before walking back over to Paige.
"Their coming Paige helps coming," said Emily stroking Paige's bloody hair back. There was no response. Lifeless brown eyes stared sightlessly back into tearful dark ones. Emily gathered Paige's broken body up into her arms and cradled her close. "Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me." Emily chanted that simple phrase over and over again, pressing her forehead against Paige's and staring into her cold brown eyes. Eyes that would never twinkle with laughter or shine with love at her ever again. Eyes that she had grown to love more than anyone else's.
"I love you," Emily whispered, placing a soft kiss to lips that had long grown cold. "In this life and the next."
Update for A Guy Like Paige is coming this Friday or Saturday. God I can't believe I started another story, but I just have so many ideas that need to come out.