A/N: This is the last chapterof Wife of Argyris. An epilogue will follow up in a week. I had a great time writing this, and I love all you guys who reviewed. You really did make my story go further than any other I have written. Thank you all, and I will probably not be writing another story on fanficiton. But, on my penname on am writing another, called Twist of Time.
I hope you all had a great time reading this, as much as i had writing it. After the epilogue, my profile will be changed and I will tell about all the clues and hints and way i wrote this.
Till then, enjoy this last chapter!
-Steph
Chapter 28
"Behind you!" Steve yelled.
Gaston jumped heavily to land close to the Beast. Yet, as far as he flew, he was still a few feet too short.
Lysander turned to see what was behind him, and saw a blur zooming past. He reached out a heavy paw to grab the blur. The blur was gone and he grabbed empty air. He stood confused for a second.
Gaston meanwhile, jumped and ducked between his legs. He touched the tail of the Beast accidentally, and it caused him to jump and spin around, focused on the ground. Gaston had his machete out, and the second the Beast landed, he dug the knife into his lower back.
Lysander felt a piercing feeling in hisbackandarched his back instinctively, causing the knife to rip even more muscles in his back, destroying his back.
Not having let go of the knife, twisted it and pulled it out. Lysander spread his paws , making them almost twice as big and his arms and legs flexed, his neck twisted and he bellowed out again in pain.
The cop watched in malicious horror and glee at the sight of this Beast finally going down. He brought the bloody knife up and as Lysander unknowingly twisted his body lower and lower to the ground, the cop plunged the knife into the deep folds of fur and skin to reach the heart, where the heart was pierced and blood ran into other parts of his organs, causing excruciating pain and death.
In a daze, Lysander stumbled to the cop, who looked in fear at the knife still in Lysander's heart. He glanced up at the Beast and the Beast swung his arms heavily, like a mace to flung Gaston into the air, downing him in an instant.
Lysander slowly stumbled to Steve and a few feet away, he fell, too weak to move. Steve walked up to him, still holding his accidentally shot hand.
"Shh Steve, I know you're scared. Stop your crying. You need to go with the cops, back to your house."
Steve whimpered, upset and scared. He placed his shot hand on Lysander's matted fur.
"Lead a normal like. Do well in school. Do that for me and Kaelyn. Please. Steve, know that I, we, will always watch over you, and be there for you. We will always love you." His voice steadily got weaker and weaker, until it stopped altogether.
"No."
Lysander's eyelids closed, and his body completely relaxed, his life washing away from him, as rapidly and smoothly as water flows off a cliff.
Steve bent his head over the lifeless body and cried. He let loose all his emotions and just cried. Cried from the pain the hurt, the emotions running, and the sorrow of the two deaths he experienced within one week.
An officer walked over, and pulled Steve up. "Come one kid. Let's go. He's gone."
He brought Steve to the cop car, where he buckled him in and drove off with the other cops following him.
"Ma'am, we have found your child."
"Oh, is he alright? Where is he? STEVE!" a blank child walked into the house where his mother hugged him.
"Thank you so much sir! How'd you get him? Where was he?"
"He was with an animal, a huge monstrous beast. We killed it and took Steve. He seemed intent on staying there with the animal. We drove home and here he is with you."
"And who took him?" She held her child in her arms, sitting down at the dinner table.
"We do not know. And we may never. But be glad your child is home safe." The cop got up from the chair, and opened the door. "I will be back tomorrow for more paper work. Till then, good-bye." And he left the mother doting on her child, and the child having no reaction.
He walked out the door, having a slight form of regret for what he did. The kid looked somewhat okay before the Beast's death, but now, he looked worse. He brushed aside the regret and started to randomly whistle a song he couldn't remember the name for, but knew it was a Disney song, from a movie.
Tale as old as time,
True as it can be,
Barely even friends,
Then somebody bends, unexpectedly.
Just a little change, small to say the least.
Both a little scared, neither one prepared
Beauty and the Beast.
Ever just the same,
Ever a surprise,
Ever just as sure, as the sun will rise.
Tale as old as time
True as it can be,
Bitter sweet and strange,
Finding you can change, learning you were wrong
Certain as the sun, rising in the east,
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme,
Beauty and the Beast
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme,
Beauty and the Beast.
