Everything Burns
Chapter: 25
Pairing: Robert and Holly
Rating: PG
Robert bolted up in bed for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Every time he fell asleep thoughts of Holly and Faison entered his head, spinning around and around like some devastating whirlwind in the deeps of his mind snapping him back into consciousness. His heart was beating rapidly, he could hear the thumping echoing loudly in his ears. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.
He couldn't just stay there, in Holly's home, surrounded by Holly's things, and do absolutely nothing. Carrying out her request not to come after her was eating away at him so much so that he felt completely hollow inside. The first day or so he felt numb. He knew what was happening but it didn't connect for him. It seemed too surreal. To have that numb feeling back in exchange for the emptiness that weighed him down would be a godsend.
If Holly had indeed planned to kill Faison without him being wise to her plan she had to have killed herself in the process. If she would have only told him of her plan. If she would have let the WSB handle Faison. If she would have let him handle Faison. If. If .If. All the if's in the entire world wouldn't have done any good.
As the hours drew by, each one longer than the last, he knew that time was running out.
Alexander had been lying awake in bed for hours. His own demons kept him from his sleep. Trying to remember Cesar and failing miserably, he concluded that he was probably as just as evil as everyone said. It was only human nature to try and envision his father in a positive light, to think that he was good and kind and loving.
He couldn't help but wonder but his parents relationship and how it came to be. The story of Cesar being a wonderful husband and father in the beginning no longer seemed to make sense. Was he always cruel and twisted? And if he was why did his Mum choose to be with him? Did she choose to be with him?
Spinning thoughts of his Mother filled his head. She was willing to sacrifice everything to keep them safe. In a twisted way he felt as though his existence drove her to do what she did. And if she made it back alive would it make everything okay? And if she didn't make it back at all would he have to carry the guilt of her death on his shoulders?
A thousand questions. A thousand possibilities. No simple answers.
Benjamin paced back and forth across the living room floor. He hadn't slept for days. Not since he found out that this Mother took off to parts unknown to return to Cesar Faison. He was terrified thinking about what would transpire between the two of them. His Mother was a damn good WSB agent, possibly the best, but she was no match for Faison, not after everything he read about him.
He, like Alexander, had many questions about his Mother's relationship with Faison. She was the only one that could answer all of his questions. The possibility of her death was very real, a fact that he couldn't ignore. What was he suppose to do if she died? How could he possibly go on without the one constant he had in his life?
All those months that he had spent resenting and, on some level, hating her for keeping the truth from him began to haunting him. Pushing her away instead of letting her explain why she did the things she did was a mistake. If she didn't come back who was going to help him build a relationship with Robert?
If she died at Faison's hands how could they all live knowing that there could have been a way to prevent it?
I
tried to kill the pain
But only brought more (so much more)
I
lay dying
And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal
I'm
dying, praying, bleeding and screaming
Am I too lost to be
saved?
Am I too lost?
Holly fought the darkness that threatened to consume her, but it continued to slowly creep over her. Her eyelid became heavy and she could feel the energy draining from her body. Thoughts of Robert and Benjamin and Alexander filled her mind as she began to slowly descend into the unknown.
My
God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my
tourniquet
Return to me salvation
She had now accomplished the very thing she had set out to do. Cesar Faison was finally dead. She had rid the world of his sick and twist brand of evil. But somehow avenging what he had done to her didn't take away her pain as she thought and hoped that it would. Instead it filled her with bitterness and regret as she learnt the true consequences of her actions.
Do
you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other
side?
Or will you forget me?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and
screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost
Now fearing the repercussions of her actions and knowing full well that she couldn't right her wrong now she prayed for salvation. This wasn't the way it was suppose to end. She had singlehandedly ruined her last chance to happy with Robert, for them to be family, a real family. What had she done? Why did she think that this was going to solve everything? There was nothing left for her to do now but pray.
Do
you remember me?
Lost for so long
Will you be on the other
side?
Or will you forget me?
I'm dying, praying, bleeding, and
screaming
Am I too lost to be saved?
Am I too lost?
"O my God, relying on your infinite goodness and promises, I hope to obtain pardon of my sins, the help of your grace, and life everlasting, through the merits of Jesus Christ, my Lord and Redeemer."
My
God, my tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my
tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my
tourniquet
Return to me salvation
My God, my tourniquet
Return
to me salvation
"Hail Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed are thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death Amen."
My
wounds cry for the grave
My soul cries for deliveranceWill I be
denied Christ?
Tourniquet
My suicide
Frisco had left the WSB office and headed straight for Provence, France. After hours and hours on end of gathering information and refreshing himself on all things Cesar Faison he was more determined than ever to go after Holly. He just hope and prayed it wasn't too late. Holly has said in her letter that she didn't want Robert to come after her, but that didn't mean that he couldn't go after her.
He piloted the plane from London all the way to Provence. Once he landed it didn't take him long to find the Faison Compound. It looked like something that would house Faison. Dark and grim and chilling. Breaking into the Compound was much easier than he expected. He thought that Faison would have all kinds of armed guards keeping anyone from entering. Or perhaps they weren't there at all. Maybe this was a dead end.
After making his way around the grounds, carefully checking everything out, he found an open entrance, the terrace doors. He drew his gun as he entered the door, preparing himself for anything. The room in which he entered was completely clear so he began moving from room to room.
Frisco could see the crackling fire when he entered the room, confirming that someone was actually in the house. He carefully moved forward, her gun aimed straight in front of him. His heart began to beat uncontrollably as he moved around the sofa, but nothing could have prepared him for what he was about to see.
"Holly?" he whispered as he knelt down to the floor. He felt for a pulse on Faison and after coming up with nothing Frisco pushed his limp, dead body off of her. Placing the gun down on the floor he pulled Holly's limp body into his lap.
"Holly?" he called out again, only louder this time. There was so much blood on the floor, he hoped against hope that it wasn't all Holly's, but the open wound on the side of her head told him otherwise. Frisco placed his fingers to the side of her neck as he searched for a pulse and after not finding any he moved his finger around a bit, pushing into her delicate flesh harder. Finally after what felt like forever he found a faint pulse. "Holly?"
Her eyes fluttered open briefly and Frisco pulled her body as close to his as he possibly could. "It's alright." he tried to assure her. "Everything's going to be alright."
"I'm sorry." she whispered faintly with her last breath.
tbc...