Cold
Written for the 7DoVP (Seven days of Victorious prompts).
Author's note: this is a ficlet of the hours after one of my one-shots called Vendetta. You are welcome to read it before this one if you like, or just pick up the story here.
Disclaimer: Victorious doesn't belong to me.
A quiet brush of cold air let her know that the night had reached maximum depth. Four hours had passed and she still rested on that cold and wet stone paved floor, holding her lifeless body, keeping her close, as if she could somehow return what had been lost.
She sung a lullaby as she wept over her never girlfriend, once enemy and almost friend until the day before. She rocked her slowly as she continued with another song and then another one.
Her voiced trembled as the coldness reached her bones and she could no longer pretend everything was a dream and suddenly she would wake up from that nightmare.
It began to sink in.
It started to become real.
Tori was dead...
Her life gone without a goodbye, wasted on that boulevard by the force of a gun and that small bullet that trespassed her skin as if she was mare gelatin. So fragile that it ended in a second and so heavy that it collapsed on the floor only to be picked up by those arms that failed to reach her on time.
She sang and sang, unwilling to let go, still remembering what her mind had created moments before that wreaking shot.
Their lives, the secret love they shared, the future that will never come.
She no longer could see clearly. Her eyes were too swollen, her body too tired, her heart too damaged and her mind too busy trying to make sense out of this.
"I love you," she whispered as a vapor cloud left her mouth and mixed with the cold air around her.
Shivering, wet, broken…
She started to cave in, her exhausted body, finally weaken by the freezing temperature and the raw emotion, let her fall in a deep sleep, making way to her own demise.
…
«The bodies of two young girls, where found this morning at around 3AM, here over Crimson Boulevard.
»One of them, still alive, was taken immediately to the local hospital to be treated for hypothermia. The other one was pronounced dead on arrival and was taken to the morgue to be identified by family.
»Recently installed security cameras on the pier show the gruesome scene that took place around 8PM last night.
»Two men have been identified as active members of the Los Angeles Cartel, that apparently were looking for vendetta on one of the arresting officers that put their boss in jail for life last year.
»Apparently the thugs kidnapped both girls and drove them here, giving them guns and forcing them to point each other. It's unclear what happened, but in a sudden change of events, of the girls turned the gun to herself and shot the gun that ended her life.
»As soon as this happened both men collected the weapons and charged to their van leaving the other young woman to fence for herself as she guarded the body of her friend.
»Witnesses that found them this morning talked to us and said this is not an uncommon practice. The pier has become a dumpsite for the emerging mafia wars over the last few years.
»The families of the involved have asked for privacy and respect in this difficult times.
»Reporting for News Channel 7, this is Mathew Smith. Back to you Robin».
Author's note: I hope you like it. If you haven't read the main story yet, I invite you to take a look. It's a shot one-shot too, but from Jade's point of view. It's called Vendetta (or Venganza - the Spanish version).
Thank you for reading and please remember that you can leave me a happy smiley ":)" if you like it, or a sad one if you hated it ":(". Thanks for your time. I'll be seeing you around.
Bye!