The next and final chapter is up and ready to go! The movie was pretty short so I kept it realistic. I loved this movie and hope you enjoyed reading this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Please review and enjoy!
Previously:
"You're...You're going to need new sheets," she breathed and he laughed, still trying to catch his breath.
He turned and gave her a quick kiss and then playfully kissed her nose making her smile.
"I'm exhausted," she whispered and he laughed again.
End Memory...
Memory...
Cyla rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sat up from her couch. She waited, thinking it was just a dream, and was about to lie back down when there was more banging on the door. She slid off the couch and walked over quickly, opening it. Her eyes widened.
"Oh, thank god," Luche said breathlessly.
Nyx took in a deep, shaky breath seeing her.
"What's wrong?" she asked seeing the two men distraught.
"I called you...repeatedly," Nyx said trying to find his composure.
Cyla blinked.
"I was sleeping, it's like 3am," she defended herself and Luche shook his head.
"Not acceptable, we're supposed to be on call at all times-"
"-Cy, get dressed we have to go," Nyx cut him off and Cyla frowned.
"Where?"
"There's been an accident. Crowe's in the hospital and we have to go now," he said and her eyes widened.
She whirled around, threw on her boots and grabbed her jacket to throw over her nightgown.
"I'll drive," she said and Nyx shook his head, but Cyla held out her hand.
"You're both not in the right head space. Give up the keys," she said firmer and Luche placed them in her hand.
At the Hospital...
They arrived at the hospital and rushed up to the floor. Libertus shot up from his seat and upon seeing Cyla let out a relieved sigh and covered his face.
"Why didn't you answer your phone?!" he shouted at her and she shook her head.
"I'm sorry, I must have had it on vibrate. I don't get a lot of 3am calls," she said softly, seeing her friend distraught.
"Has anything changed?" Nyx asked and Libertus shook his head.
"No, she's still in surgery. They won't tell me anything," he said and Cyla realized they all looked like they were about to shatter.
"Crowe's tough, she'll be fine, just sit down, all of you," she said and surprisingly they all listened.
Silence.
"What happened?" she said as calmly as she could.
Libertus took in a deep shaky breath.
"My last phone conversation with her, she said she was going to your house. That you two were going to have a girls' night out," he said and Cyla frowned.
"Who was I to think that was a lie? Then I get a call from the hospital that Crowe was in an accident on the damn highway. She was unconscious and last I checked she was with you, but you weren't at the hospital. So, I called you and got no answer. Then I called Nyx and Luche," he said wiping at his eyes.
Cyla looked at Luche, who had his face buried in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. She glanced at Nyx, who wasn't looking at her, but straight ahead. He looked to be in a daze. Cyla crouched down by Luche.
"Hey, I'm here," she whispered and he nodded, but kept his face buried in his hands.
She carefully touched his knee, feeling him tense. She closed her eyes, wishing she could take his pain away. It had been a long time since she'd seen him like this.
"I'm here," she whispered and she reached over and took Nyx's hand gently.
His eyes shifted to her hand in his and he squeezed it lightly, letting her know he was still with her.
A Few Hours Later...
They hadn't moved from their seats and no one spoke a word. Cyla had sent Luche home an hour ago. He was only really there because he thought she was hurt as well. He promised he'd return in the morning. A doctor came out and they all stood up quickly.
"Are you the family?" he asked and they all nodded.
"The surgery was a success and Ms. Altius is resting comfortably. We'll be monitoring her closely for the next few days," he said and Libertus looked like he was about to collapse.
"Can she have visitors?" he asked and the doctor nodded.
"One at a time," he said and walked off.
Cyla glanced at Nyx and his eyes were haunted. She had never seen that look before. He looked worlds away.
"Nyx, you go first. I'll see her after," Libertus said surprising Cyla.
Nyx didn't question it and headed to Crowe's room quickly. Cyla frowned slightly and Libertus caught it.
"I'm sure by now he's told you about his sister," Libertus said and Cyla nodded.
"He's not good at losing people; he takes it to heart. Hearing about Crowe, it just shook him more than usual because we're all so close," he said and Cyla sat down.
Libertus stared at her.
"And when I told him you weren't at the hospital...after believing you were with her..." he stopped.
Silence.
"Libertus—"
"—he deserves to be happy more than anyone I know. And you make him happy. So, make sure you answer your phone going forward," he said and she smiled weakly and nodded.
Nyx came out a few minutes later and Cyla looked at Libertus.
"Go on, you're up next. I'll go in last," he said and Cyla nodded and stood.
She glanced at Nyx briefly. He looked a little more relaxed, that haunted look faded from his eyes. He sat next to Libertus and the two spoke silently as she headed into the room.
Silence.
She walked over and sat down in the chair by Crowe's bedside.
"You going to lay into me too?" Crowe sniffed.
She was bandaged up good, but Cyla still saw the bruises. She shook her head.
"No, I'm your break before Libertus lays into you," Cyla spoke and Crowe teared.
Silence.
"What happened?" Cyla asked.
"Why'd you lie about where you were going and who you were with?" she added.
Silence.
Cyla reached out and gently took Crowe's hand within hers and gave it a squeeze.
"Talk to me," she whispered and Crowe wiped at her eyes furiously.
"My whole life has been the Kingsglaive. When I go out it's usually with you guys," she mumbled and Cyla stared at her.
"I made some friends and they were fun and they asked me to go out with them," she wiped at her eyes.
"I just wanted to find my life outside of the Kingsglaive; outside of being looked at as the baby or little sister of the team," she sobbed quietly and Cyla didn't know what to do.
"And I never meant to worry you guys, I swear. Nyx, he looked so upset. I've never seen him look like that," she cried and Cyla moved from the chair to the bed.
Crowe hugged her immediately, crying into her chest and Cyla gently returned the hug. Cyla pulled Crowe away gently and forced her to look at her.
"What happened exactly?" she asked and Crowe looked down.
"We were driving up to the border," she whispered and Cyla listened.
Crowe shrugged.
"I was supposed to meet Libertus around that time, but I called him and told him I was having so much fun with you on our girls' night out. I don't even know why I lied to him," she paused, regaining some of her composure.
"The driver began arguing with one of the others. He wasn't paying attention to the road..." she trailed off.
Silence.
Cyla brushed some of her hair back soothingly. Crowe shook her head.
"I'm so sorry Cy. If I would have known that was going to happen, I would have never said I was out with you. Nyx said that Luche was frantic. That they thought you were in the accident. He could barely get the words out and I'm so sorry I did that to all of you," she said sobbing silently into her hand.
Cyla felt for her friend.
"Crowe, we were all just really worried about you. Give them some time to calm down and tomorrow will be back to normal," she spoke softly and Crowe nodded weakly.
Silence.
"Libertus wants to see you," Cyla said and Crowe nodded.
Cyla slowly pressed her lips to her friend's forehead.
"Forever until the end, right?" she asked and Crowe nodded.
"Right."
Cyla left the room and went out into the waiting room. She furrowed her eyebrows only seeing Libertus.
"He stepped outside," he answered her unspoken question.
She nodded.
"Hey, go easy on her. I think she's been through enough for today," she spoke up and Libertus stared at her.
Then he nodded slowly.
"Fine," he agreed reluctantly.
He went to walk passed her when he stopped.
"Cy, I think you should go talk to him," he said and left.
Cyla walked down to the front of the hospital and saw him pacing outside. He was physically present, but she saw his eyes. He was worlds away again.
"Nyx," she called, walking over to him.
He stopped pacing.
"She's going to be—"
"—I called you nine times on the way to your house. I left voice messages that make me sound like a crazy person. I thought you were in that car with her," he said uneasily.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, unable to say much else.
Silence.
"Why did you check my house?" she asked and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"If you thought I was in the car, why did you check my house?" she rephrased.
"We had checked everywhere else. Luche wanted to check your house. He was the one who suspected you weren't in the car with Crowe," he revealed and it was the first time Cyla was happy her brother didn't trust many people.
Silence.
"Please just answer your phone next time," he mumbled and she nodded.
"I'll keep it with me at all times," she promised.
She stared at him for a moment longer before leaning up and kissing him. He returned the kiss firmly, pulling her close to him. When they broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers trying to regain his composure.
"Stay with me, okay?" she whispered and he smiled lightly.
"I'm here."
"Come home with me," she whispered and he looked at her.
"Libertus isn't leaving her side and we'll come back around mid-morning. You need rest," she said before he could speak.
Silence.
"Alright," he agreed and she smiled.
At Cyla's House...
They walked in and Cyla turned to him.
"Still with me?" she asked and he smirked.
"I'm right here," he answered.
"You sure?" she asked, seeing the slight pain in his eyes still.
It was fading, but the fact that it still lingered upset her.
"Tell me what you need," she said quietly and he shivered.
She leaned up, her lips capturing his in a steamy kiss. He returned the kiss eagerly and she pushed him so his back hit the wall lightly. He smirked into the kiss as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders. He removed his shirt and her lips found his again, the kiss intensifying. She pressed against him and he let out a small groan into her mouth that set her skin on fire. He turned her so that she was against the wall and she tugged at his belt, pulling it free and dropping it to the floor. He pushed up her nightgown and lifted her up easily, using the wall to help hold her up as he unbuttoned his jeans. She helped him push them down and finished removing her nightgown when he lowered her onto him. She moaned loudly, her breathing becoming labored as they fell into a rhythm. He held her securely against the wall, each thrust harder than the next. His mind had blanked, which was exactly what she had wanted. She looked up and their eyes met. They held the gaze for a moment before he kissed her. It was a sweet, gentle kiss, unlike the act they were committing against her wall and something burst inside her like a dam.
She loved the man before her. It was a startling revelation though she knew it to be true for a while now. And with the sweet, gentle kiss, she knew he loved her.
His thrusts became slower, gentler, as they stared at each other. She felt as if a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. She leaned in and kissed him the way he kissed her moments ago, slow and gentle. She watched him go through the same emotions she had only a moment ago. He carefully pulled her off the wall and sat on the couch with her in his lap. What started as a wild act had now become very intimate. His hand brushed some of her hair behind her ear and she kissed him, savoring the taste of him. She could feel the buildup in her stomach and knew he did too as his breathing increased. He closed his eyes, his grip on her waist tightening. She gripped onto his shoulders and kissed him breaking the kiss only to hold his gaze as they both reached their end. They both gasped, they're bodies shuddering, but they never broke eye contact.
She leaned her forehead against his as they both worked to regulate their breathing. Their eyes had closed, each one replaying the last few minutes in their head.
Silence.
"Don't leave me," he whispered and her eyes snapped to his.
Silence.
"Forever, until the end, right?" he asked and she smiled.
"Right," she said and he kissed her.
It was a strong kiss and she felt the love behind it. He stood up, still managing to keep her to him securely and carried her into the bedroom.
End Memory...
Memory...
She hit the ground hard and rolled, blood spilling from her lips. The pain was immense. It was a set up from the beginning, it had to be. She cried out as another hard kick to the stomach took the breath from her lungs. She could hear the order to retreat in her earpiece. She wondered if the others were even alive to follow it. Her section of the battlefield was littered with bodies. Now she was fighting an abnormally large soldier, who was using Niflhiem's dark magic to constantly heal himself, his power increasing with every heal. She blocked his blade and hissed as he kicked her back. She dropped to one knee, exhausted.
The large soldier approached her and she closed her eyes, blocking out every other noise other than his boots coming towards her. She would throw her last bit of energy into this attack. He reached for her helmet and she tossed her gunblade to his side. She was there instantly and turned, plunging the blade into his side deeply. He hit her, knocking her helmet off and shocking her, but she held on and pushed forward, impaling him further. He hit her again and she thought she blacked out, but her adrenaline sky rocketed and she continued to push forward until they hit against a stone wall.
"Just...die already!" she screamed and ripped the blade out of his side and swung, successfully decapitating him.
She watched him drop to his knees and finally die, his head rolling away.
"Cyla?!" Luche called in the earpiece above the yelling and static.
"Cyla, report! The order to retreat has been given! We need to go!" he called and she dropped to her knees.
Blood slowly trailed down her chin as she touched her earpiece. Everything hurt and she was about to drop when someone caught her arm. She glanced up and her eyes widened slightly.
"N-Nyx?" she choked out, but he wasn't looking at her.
He was looking at the carnage of the battlefield. He pulled her to her feet still scanning the field.
"We're getting slaughtered out here," he said and finally looked at her.
"Can you warp?" he asked and she stared at him.
"I d-don't t-think so..." she admitted and she could see him assessing her injuries.
"Then let's walk," he said and took on most of her weight as they began to slowly retreat.
They had just made it halfway, when her legs gave out. He stumbled, but managed to keep them both up and move behind a broken stone wall for cover.
"Cy, we have to keep moving," he said and she shook her head.
"I c-can't—"
"—yes, you can. We're almost there," he cut her off and she flinched.
He glanced down and saw the blood seeping through her fingers and onto the stone she was leaning against. He cursed and added pressure to the wound causing her to cry out. His cold demeanor broke slightly.
"I'm sorry, but at the rate you're bleeding out we won't make it back—"
"—I won't make it back," she cut him off and their eyes met.
Silence.
"Not w-we. Me," she said weakly and he shook his head.
"No, I said it right the first time. I'm not leaving without you and you're not dying today," he said firmly and she winced, adjusting herself against the stone.
Nyx looked around, trying to come up with a plan on how to get them out of there alive. Cyla took the moment to look at him. He was sweating and his breathing was labored. She noticed he was favoring his left side.
"You're h-hurt," she choked out and he looked at her.
"It's not that bad," he said, but she didn't believe him.
She didn't have time to think on it though as an intense pain shot through her body. She was about to cry out when Nyx covered her mouth. He pulled her close as she screamed into his hand, the pain overriding her senses.
"I'm sorry. I'm s-sorry," he repeated over and over again in her ear holding his hand tightly against her mouth, muffling her screams of agony.
After a moment, her body stopped shaking and the pain died down; that or her body went numb to it. She relaxed and he removed his hand gently.
"Cy?" he called to her weakly and she barely heard him.
He leaned her against the stone again and tried to think of something. A hand on his cheek snapped him from his thoughts.
"You h-have to g-go. They're g-going to t-think we d-died and l-leave and you c-can still m-make it," she breathed painfully.
Nyx brushed some of her hair from her face.
"You don't make it, I don't make it," he said and she closed her eyes tightly.
A loud roar caused her eyes to snap open and before she knew it the ground shook and she was in the air. She hit the ground hard and rolled some before coming to a complete stop. After a moment she felt hands on her, but didn't move, because she couldn't. Her body was failing her that much she knew.
"C-Cy," Nyx called, and she felt herself being moved.
She opened her eyes and focused them. They were taking cover again.
"N-Nyx..." she trailed off seeing blood pool on the ground around him.
"It caught me pretty good," he tried to muse, but it died on his lips.
Blood poured through his fingers and she panicked.
"I'm fine," he tried, but she shook her head.
He moved closer to her and she released her wound and pressed her hand to his, applying pressure. He shook his head and tried to shake it off, but she kept it there.
"You're losing too much blood, k-keep pressure on it. I got this," he tried but she shook her head.
"Why are you s-so stubborn?" he asked and she offered him a weak smile.
"I learned f-from the best," she shrugged lightly and he pressed his lips to hers.
When they pulled away, he leaned his forehead against hers.
"I'm g-going to g-go out and get h-help," he said and she shook her head.
"You s-shouldn't be—"
"—Cy, I'm not d-dying here. W-We're n-not d-dying here," he said as firmly as he could.
"I'll c-come b-back. I p-promise," he said feeling dazed.
They stared at each other for a moment.
"I won't b-be m-mad if you d-don't," she whispered and his eyes widened slightly.
Then he got up, using the wall as leverage and disappeared into the fog. Cyla tried to stay awake for as long as she could, but she was so tired. She heard voices off in the distance and her eyes slowly closed, succumbing to the darkness.
In the Hospital...One Week Later...
Cyla opened her eyes slowly, adjusting to the dim light in the room. She blinked wondering how she wasn't dead. She slowly brought her arms in and managed to sit up. Her body ached and she flinched, feeling some discomfort. She glanced down at the fresh bandages wrapped around her body and looked around. The room was empty and she frowned slightly. Where was everyone? She was about to go find out when her door opened and Nyx walked through it. He stopped short, his eyes widening seeing her awake and sitting up.
Silence.
Before she could speak, he walked over and sat on the bed his hands gently touching her cheeks. She took his hands in hers, holding them there and smiled. It caused him to smile relieved and shortly after his lips connected with hers. When they pulled away, he leaned his head against hers and she could feel him trembling. She kissed his cheek and he looked at her.
Silence.
"How long?" she asked and he took in a deep breath hearing her voice.
"A week," he said and she nodded, taking it in.
"Now we're even," he mused lightly and she chuckled.
She flinched and her hand moved to her side quickly startling him.
"I'm fine," she reassured him, but his smile had faded and the damage was done.
"I'll get the doctor—" he went to stand when she grabbed his hand.
"—wait, please," she said quickly and he looked at her confused.
Silence.
"Stay," she whispered and his eyes softened.
"I'm not going anywhere," he pointed to the button above her and pressed it.
After a moment, the doctor walked in and assessed her. He told her she would be released the next day after being shown how to redo her bandaging.
"We'll have to change the bandages. I'll send in a nurse to show you how," he said and left.
"Where's Luche?" Cyla asked and Nyx held up his phone.
"I called him; he's on his way with Libertus and Crowe. Only one of us could stay with you at a time," he explained and she nodded.
The nurse came in then with fresh bandages.
"Visitors can wait out—"
"—he can stay," Cyla cut her off.
She blushed.
"If he wants to," she added softer and Nyx nodded.
Nyx watched as the nurse began removing the bandages. As they got closer to her skin she could see the blood patches on them. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to focus.
"You must be very thorough, but very careful. The wounds are healing, but the body still took on a lot of damage," she said and Cyla nodded.
She pulled the last bandage off and Cyla grimaced. The wound was healing, but there was still bruising around it and it had left a small scar. She began to sweat as the nurse showed her how to clean it and hissed once, when the nurse brushed over a certain spot. She felt Nyx take her hand and glanced at him. He looked paler as he watched her bandages being changed. Maybe she should have asked him to leave. When it was over, Cyla laid back and tried to regain her composure. The nurse left and Nyx resumed his seat on her bed.
"Are you okay?" he asked and she nodded.
"Are you?" she whispered and he offered her a weak smile.
"I'm fine," he said and she eyed his side.
"You came back for me," she said and he nodded.
"Always," he replied and she blushed lightly.
Silence.
"But you didn't think I would," he added and her smile faded some.
"I said I wouldn't be mad if you didn't," she corrected him, but he shook his head.
"It bothers me that you were even thinking that way," he admitted and she squeezed his hand.
"I wanted you to live. And if that meant leaving me, then I didn't want you to feel bad about it," she whispered and he stared at her.
"Cy—"
"—how'd you come back anyway? You were bleeding out the last time I saw you," she changed the subject quickly.
"Libertus gave me some assistance while Luche and Pelna retrieved you," he answered her softly.
Silence.
She watched as an emotion she wasn't sure of flitted across his face.
"Your eyes were closed when we got to you and you didn't wake up when we called for you," he breathed and she recognized the emotion now.
"I thought you had died. And what's worse was I thought you had died thinking that I left you behind. And I need you to know that I would never do that. There was no way I wasn't coming back for you," he choked out and she caressed his cheek.
Silence.
Silence.
"I love you," she said and his eyes widened.
Silence.
Silence.
She briefly wondered if she had said the wrong thing. The door opened then and Libertus walked in with Crowe and Luche.
"Welcome back!" Crowe cheered and Nyx stood up as they each hugged her.
Cyla was happy they were there, but their timing couldn't be worse. She watched as Nyx slipped out the door quietly and wondered if maybe she had made a mistake.
A Few Days Later...
Cyla was dozing off on her couch when she heard a knock at her door. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. She wondered what time it was as she stood up and answered the door. Her eyes widened slightly seeing Nyx standing there.
Silence.
Silence.
"Should I have not said what I said at the hospital? Do you want me to take it back? I can blame it on the medicine. They had me on a pretty high dosage," she offered and he chuckled slightly and shook his head.
"No, I just...I didn't realize how powerful those words were," he admitted and she stepped back allowing him inside.
She closed the door behind him and turned to him.
"You don't have to say it back. I said it because that's how I was feeling, but I get it if you don't feel that way. I just hope it didn't ruin—"
"—stop," he said and she did.
Silence.
"I've loved you for a long time Cy," he revealed and her eyes widened.
Silence.
"And I knew you loved me. We never hid it from each other. The words just made it..." he trailed off unable to figure out the right word.
"Real?" she offered and he nodded.
Silence.
"I'm sorry it took so long to wrap my head around it. They're not words I'm used to hearing," he admitted and she stepped up to him letting her hands rest on his waist.
"Would you like me to say it again?" she mused and a grin broke out onto his face along with a light blush as he nodded.
"I love you—" she giggled as his lips connected with hers in a strong kiss.
"I love you too," he whispered and she kissed him again.
End Memory...
"Cy, hey, Cyla, wake up. Come on, open your eyes, Cy," he said smacking her cheek lightly and shaking her.
Cyla opened her eyes weakly and focused on Nyx. He didn't look hurt, but she saw the markings on his arm, creeping up his body, by his neck. He was fading, the kings of Lucius claiming their price for allowing him their power.
"Hey beautiful," he mused and she smiled slightly at him.
"Hey h-handsome," she choked out and he carefully lifted her so she was resting against him.
"Is it over?" she breathed and he nodded.
"For now. The rest, I think, we're going to have to leave up to the young prince," he admitted and she nodded.
Silence.
"You saved my life back there," he said and she smiled and glanced back at him.
"I told you I w-would," she whispered and his grip tightened around her.
She looked and saw General Glauca lying by a pile of rubble. He was listening to them, but he was fading just like they were. She looked back up when Nyx shook her slightly.
"Are you in pain?" he asked and she smiled and shook her head.
"No, not anymore," she admitted and he nodded.
His smile had faded some and she saw his eyes had become glassy.
"Cy...I'm so sorry—"
"—for giving m-me the b-best years of m-my life?" she cut him off and he stared at her wide eyed.
Cyla smiled wider.
"I'm g-going out exactly the w-way I wanted too..." she admitted and his grip around her tightened.
She let her hand entwine with his.
"With you...b-being a h-hero..." she grinned and he chuckled weakly.
"Are you scared?" she asked and he shook his head.
"No, this isn't the worst way to go," he confessed and she scoffed.
"Speak for yourself..." she mused and he smiled down at her.
"I got shot twice," he said and she glanced up at him.
"Yeah, t-those don't c-count...you don't even h-have them anymore," she chuckled and then flinched, moving slightly.
Nyx adjusted her cautiously so the back of her head rested against his shoulder and he rested his chin on her shoulder. They both watched the sun begin to rise for a moment. She could feel herself fading as her eyes grew heavy.
"What a life," she admitted and he smiled weakly and nodded.
Silence.
She looked up at him and saw he was fading away, the sun taking him away from her.
"Hey Nyx...can you do me a favor?" she asked as steadily as she could.
Nyx looked at her curiously and nodded.
"Name it."
"Could you...take my breath away? One last time?" she asked and he smiled at her lovingly.
She grinned as his lips met hers in a kiss that lasted until the sun rose; forever until the end.
End.
Thank you for staying with me!