The King of the Damned

(A "Last Enemy" fanfic one-shot)

Stephen Ezard wiped away the tear, his very last. He pushes the chair back under the desk, looking at the picture of Yasim for the last time ever. God, she was so beautiful. He walks into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. This was the only room in his small apartment that didn't have any cameras, which was to his advantage.

He opens the medicine cabinet and reaches his hand in, hesitating for a moment. Only a for a short moment though. He places the pill bottle on the counter, rubbing the smooth white lid. This was the only way out. He had nothing, absolutely nothing. No family, friends, nor any good thing in his damned life. He was the king of the damned, bit he didn't want to be. It was time to give up that crown forever. Or else he would perish in his own throne. He would not let that happen.

The night after Yasim and Michael had left, Stephen had had a nightmare. In it, Eleanor killed the two people he loved simply by lifting a perfectly manicured hand to press a single button. That nightmare floated in his brain, making his insides churn and twist. His blue eyes were red and puffy from crying, circles under them making him look older than he actually was. He feels the cool object in his pocket against his thigh, as if teasing him.

Like it was saying "come on, Stephen. Do it, you gutless bastard! Just finish it now! You can do it." He reaches into the other pocket, pulling out two rings; one for a woman and the other for him. Not any woman though, his woman. Yasim. Her face looks at him gently. He can almost feel her soft hand on his face, confirming he would be alright.

He pulls the object out of his pocket putting it next the bottle of pills. In his left hand he holds the ring feeling Yasim's pull at his heart. He looks at himself in the mirror one more time, giving a small smile. Not because he was happy, because this was it. This was the end and he was happy it was now on his terms. He untwists the lid to the bottle, staring at the circular, white pills. Admiring them, they were his way out. His get out-of-jail-free card.

He swallows the pill, all twenty three of them, grabbing the knife before he collapses to the ground. His body shakes violently, causing pain everywhere. He clutches the rings tighter and hold the knife up. Stephen begins to carve into his arm. Blood gushes out, staining the tiled floor. He doesn't scream or yell out in pain, the numbness of his sorrow making him feel nothing. That was a good thing in his circumstance.

Stephen Ezard slowly fades, dying slowly. He pulls the chip out, barely able to breathe of keep his eyes open. This was it, the end. His eyes close, happy to do so. He whispers his love to Yasim, wanting her to know one last time before he goes. His light fades, finally ending it all. Then it all just stopped, ending all the pain, regret, and sorrow. The King of the Damned was gone, his kingdom already crumbled to the ground.


Disclaimer: I do not own The Last Enemy or the BBC (if I did, I'd be rich and married to Benedict Cumberbatch).

A/N: Please review, tell me what you think. If you do, I'll do more Last Enemy fanfics XD