Here it is! The Long awaited final chapter.
If you've read my profile page, you'll know that this may truly be it from me.
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But. I hope you enjoy this.
A special thanks to all my readers, (YES, this means YOU, too. :]) and my reviewers.
If you truly want me to write more and stay with Ff...well... You're gonna need to convince me.
ANYWAY!
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Suggested Music That You Listen To While Reading This:
Elfie's POV- Crawl by SuperChick
Archer's POV- Why by Secondhand Serenade
Elfie's POV (again)- Hello by Evanescence
Final Bit (It starts with the word "Suddenly")- How To Save A Life -The Fray
Enjoy, (:
You and Archer haven't spoken in weeks, other than strictly business orders. Sometimes he doesn't even come home. You wake up, you hunt, you kill, you eat, you report to Frank, you go home, you sleep. The cycle repeats over and over, and you feel as if it's going to drive you insane. Smokey refuses to even look at you anymore, except to glare when he thinks you're not looking. And if he even talks to you, it's to spit insults. Soon, the ignorance and hate begin to gnaw deeper. You find yourself holding yourself together on the bathroom floor, arms wrapped around your knees, shaking. The cycle repeats…repeats…repeats…
"I can't do this anymore…" you whisper, taking in the sight of your slit open arms. Your racking sobs fill the air again. "YOU PROMISED I WOULDN'T HAVE TO HURT MYSELF ANYMORE!" you scream into the echo-y, steam filled bathroom. Your nostrils filled with the metallic, yet sweet scent of blood, you wail into the silence, feeling more alone than you ever have in your entire life. The salt water that streams down your pale cheeks drips onto the cuts in your arms, causing a sting that only makes you howl louder. A thought of Archer gently kissing each of the scars on your arms invades your mind, and your feel your heart ache and shatter. Falling sideways onto the bathmat, you pull your knees up to your chest in the fetal position. "Someone…please save me…" you whisper into the foggy silence.
-Archer's POV-
I sit on the rooftop of one of the last hotels in the city of Savanna. All the others have caught fire, or were bombed by the military. The wind blows stronger up here, nearly pushing the hood back from my head. I look down at the city below, feeling sick to my stomach. Not from vertigo, for I have an excellent head for heights, but rather my emotions are fighting against each other, battling for control over me. Begging me to make a decision.
I glance up at the darkening sky. A few pink and orange clouds skid towards the horizon as the sun sets. The silence and misery brings thoughts of Elfie into my head. My heart wrenches, causing my stomach to turn over, and I struggle not to toss my dinner over the edge of the hotel's roof. I can't even see the ground anymore. Maybe a late fog is rolling in? I wonder. Then I feel hot splats of water hit my hands before I realize that I'm crying. Once those first tears fall, I cannot stop the flow. My hands ball into fists as I tense, trying to control myself. I give up, giving into the inevitable. I let my sorrow pour from my body. I let it take all my guilt, my pain, my heartache, and let it leak from my eyes. Soon enough, I'm bawling, lying face down on the roof, sniffling and crying. I scream, I sob, I can't stop. As the sun finally sinks into the horizon, I curl into a ball, crying silently now, my eyes burning and red from the salt. I've made my decision.
-Elfie's POV-
You hear a knock on the bathroom door. You open your eyes, and quickly throw a long sleeved shirt on, attempting to hide the cuts. You crawl to the door, feeling weak. You barely make it halfway to the door before it opens. You allow yourself to look up, locking eyes with Smokey as he stands there, wearing a WhiteChapel shirt with black skinny jeans, staring down at you. Tears come to your eyes again, sliding down your cheeks. His expression is not one of anger, as it usually has been. He kneels in front of you, tilting your chin up when you try to look at the floor. He gives you a soft, yet weak smile. "I always knew he would choose you…I'm not mad anymore... I just wanted someone to blame for me not getting what I wanted. It's not your fault, and I've been cruel to you. I guess what I'm trying to say…is that I'm sorry, Elfie." He looks up at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts. "I'm going to leave this place, Elfie. I'm never going to come back. No, no, don't cry. Just listen to me." he says as your tears begin to fall more and more quickly. You bite your lip to still the flow for a moment, and listen to Smokey. "the CEDA have given all intelligent infected a chance to help…We donate ourselves for the cure." Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and before you can object, he shakes his head. "I used to be a nurse you know…I still feel it's my duty to save lives. Infected or not. This is goodbye, Elfie…please…can you do me a favor?" You glance up into his dark green eyes. "Of course…" you whisper, barely able to speak. "Tell Archer that I love him. That I always have loved him…and I always will. Tell him that he was the greatest friend anyone could have ever had. Tell him….t-tell him that I…" Smokey's shoulders began to shake. "T-tell him that I'll never forget him, okay?" Before you can say anything, Smokey turns and walks out of the bathroom, leaving you there in the dark. You hear the front door shut.
Still stunned, you look down at your arms, which have begun to sting again due to the cloth of the shirt rubbing against the cuts. You strip the bloodstained shirt, and feel the sobs choke in your throat as it all sinks in. Smokey is gone…forever…Harvey…Oh, Harvey…this is all my fault…
Suddenly you feel as if someone is watching you. You glance up, your eyes red from fresh tears, and your seemingly empty, nearly dead heart flutters at what you see. Archer, who is standing in the doorway of the bathroom, smells the blood instantly before he even sees the cuts. His face turns into one of severe concern, and he kneels and wraps his arms tightly around you. You weep into his hoodie, wrapping your arms around him, not caring that you're staining his hoodie with your blood. You're shocked as his shoulders begin to shake, too. "Oh, Elfie…I love you so much…" he whispers. "I l-love you, t-too, Archer..." you manage to choke out. You cling to him on the bathroom floor for what could have been a second or a century. He then slides your arms off him, examining the cuts. He looks into your eyes, even though you try to cast them down. He doesn't yell. He doesn't shout. He doesn't criticize. He doesn't even speak. He gently, and very carefully, lifts your arm to his lips, kissing each of the bleeding, stinging cuts. You feel your cheeks get hot, and even more tears slide down your cheeks. After he does the same to the other arm's cuts, he takes his index finger and tilts your chin up, bringing his lips to yours softly. Your eyes flutter shut, your cheeks growing hotter. He pulls you closer, and you slip your arms around his waist. He pulls you onto his lap, he leaning against the counter under the sink. He runs his hands through your hair, and you pull away just for a moment, trying to see into his eyes through the shadow of his hoodie. You carefully, and very slowly, pull back his hood. His face is indescribably handsome, causing you to blush a sharp scarlet. His eyes are a light gray-green, staring back at you. His hair is a deep brown, with just a hint of red in it. He smiles, and strokes your reddened cheek. "You're so adorable when you blush." he says, and then kisses you again. You're lost in his arms, feeling warmer and happier than you have in the longest time. "I'll never leave you like that again…" he murmurs against your lips. And you can't help but to have one last tear slip down your cheek, a happy tear, because you know that he means it.
