Thank you for being patient! This was literally hell on Earth to try to fix, but hopefully it came out okay!
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Thank you for being patient! This was literally hell on Earth to try to fix, but hopefully it came out okay!
Enjoy!
"Great job, darling."
Alvarado whips out a gun, cocking and aiming it at my head in record time. My cigar and my stomach drop to the floor. This was not good.
I swallow hard, "Camille, what the hell?
She slinks over to stand behind Alvarado; her heals clacking like ammunition dropping against the floor. The sound echoes around the room, slicing through the dead silence. Out of her purse she pulls a white sheet of paper, and turns it so I can see. The image is blurry, but it's there all the same. It's me practically dry humping Magnus Bane against the bathroom wall at Joe's. His eyes are closed tight in ecstasy, my hands pin his to the wall. If my face had been turned slightly to the left, no one would even be able to recognize me. Someone must have been in the handicap stall taking these.
"Camile, I can explain." I try to stay calm, hoping she would let me clarify the situation.
"Darling, did you really think I wouldn't find out about your little police lover? I have eyes all over the city." She's smirking, but underneath I can hear her anger vibrate under that smug tone. Camile hates to be left in the dark about anything. Yeah, it was a dim hope she'd actually let me explain myself.
"I didn't-" I try to say, but she quickly cuts me off with a hand.
"Don't even try, darling. I warned you a long time ago about what would happen if you fucked me over." Camille says viciously, letting her complete bitch mode surface under her façade.
"Come on lady, can I just kill him now?" Alvarado says, his hand tightening on the gun.
"No actually, you can't." A familiar voice causes all of us to turn our heads. Magnus Bane is walking slowly towards us with a gun in his hand. Coming through the same doorway as we came, he's quickly followed by a man with platinum blond hair. Damn, he's gorgeous too. What is with this police force? But a voice in my head says, not as gorgeous as Bane though. I try to push away my inner monologue away and focus on what's happening. Things are getting very surreal, very fast. Magnus has his gun pointed at me, while his partner has his gun on Alvarado with his eyes glancing at Camile.
"Really gentleman? Let's be civil." Alvarado says, as he slowly lowers his gun towards the floor instead of my body. Magnus scoffs and rolls his eyes, but lowers his gun slightly. Alvarado quickly flicks his eyes over to Camile, sharing a mutual look.
Oh fuck.
Alvarado straightens his arm to shoot me again as Camile pulls a gun out of her purse and starts shooting. The dead silent room is now exploding with sound as I dive under the table. I hit the ground hard, knocking the breath out of myself. I feel something warm and wet on my left bicep. Ignoring it, I roll out from under the table and run like hell to the five feet in front of me to get to the door. I hear bullets hitting the wall just as I run into the dark hallway.
"You take the woman and Alvarado, I got him!" Magnus yells. I can feel my blood gush down my arm. I don't have time to close to wrap anything around the wound, so I put my hand over it for now. I just have to hope that I don't bleed out before I get out of this fucking hotel. The adrenaline coursing through my body is keeping me from feeling the pain, but I doubt that will last long.
While trying to keep my arm still, I wiggle my phone out of my pocket and flick it open. The hallway is now somewhat illuminated and I thank all the gods for my shitty flip phone. I sprint around another corner, looking for the door to the basement. Luckily, this hotel has cellar doors that open to an alleyway in the back.
Faint footsteps pound towards me. I try to run faster but it makes my wound bleed faster. I can feel my head getting fuzzier but I eventually see a door. After throwing it open, I manage to slow down a bit. Stone steps are right at the bottom of the stairs, and I have never been happier to see anything in my life. I lift the rusty door open with my good arm and step into the cool night. I glance down at my hand that has been holding my wound. It's bright red, and there are three of them.
And at that moment, the adrenaline starts to dissipate.
A small burning sensation in my bicep goes from irritation to feeling like my arm is on fire in fifty seconds or less. I look up to the street where the walls to both of my sides are swaying and I can only see flashing blurs ahead of me. I can feel my body slide down against the wall. I need to get up and keep moving but my entire arm pulses with burning pain. It feels like someone set my arm on fire and is burning away all my flesh. My vision makes me feel like I'm wearing glasses in the shower, so I have a very hard time hearing whatever words Magnus Bane says as he comes to stand over my body.
My eyes are slowly closing, I can't hear anything, and the world has just slid away. And it's nice. Besides feeling like I want to cut my own arm off, it's nice. I never thought bleeding out would be nice, but it is, it's so nice. I have never realized how tired I am. I'm so tired. I'm still so young but it feels like I'm a fifty year old inside an eighteen year olds body. I've been through the hell and back so many times, so many times I've pleaded to whatever, whoever, to just let me die. I'm tired of being disappointed. This time, I am going to die.
Magnus POV
His icy blues are slowly clothed by pale skin and ink black eyelashes and suddenly, I want to hit him. No, you're not getting off that easy. All the anger that's been brewing inside me since the club is coming to a head, and I channel all of that energy into the slap I give him across his face. His eyes pop open up again, but they're not staring at me with their full intensity yet. I put my face a foot from like when we were at the club. But instead of looking at him with pure lust, I'm looking at him with pure anger.
"NO! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DIE. YOU ARE GOING TO FACE JUSTICE, GODDAMN IT! NOW WAKE UP. DO NOT SLIP AWAY, DO NOT GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT OR WHATEVER, JUST STAY THE FUCK AWAKE. I KNOW YOU CAN DO THAT, YOU BASTARD." I scream at him. He perks up slightly, but I know he's still a million miles away.
"Hey, I know you're reeeeeeaaaally mad at me because of the whole bar thing, but I just want you to know something. I need you to know that you still look beautiful even without makeup. Even with your uniform on." He manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. I try hard not to smile, and remain pissed. I should be pissed. I AM pissed.
"Shut up." I snap, as I rip his other shirt sleeve away and retie it roughly around his wound. He winces, and his eyes look like they're going to shut again. "Hey." I say in a clear, hard voice. "Don't make me slap you again."
"Oh, but I bet you would like that, wouldn't you?" His smile is oddly charming and goofy, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction. I roll my eyes and stand up.
"So what are you going to do with me?" He asks. "I mean, right now? Because obviously, you don't want me to die and that's what will happen if you just leave me here. Alvarado will find me or Camile or I'll bleed out. But if you try to book me, I'll definitely bleed out before we get there and I'll die then. "A thought seems to be especially entertaining to him because he starts giggling. "Short of taking me to the hospital, you're screwed. And if you take me to the hospital, you'll look bad because you were supposed to book me whether I'm going to die or not."
"Then shut up and don't die, okay?" I take my phone out and call Catarina.
"Magnus, it's 3am. This better be good." Cat says, her usual lovely morning self. When I don't hear another flirty answer from him, I look over again. His eyes are closed and his body is slack.
"Shit." I slap his face lightly, but he doesn't wake up this time.
"Magnus? Magnus, what happened?" Cat says, now sounding fully awake and worried.
"Emergency. I need supplies to treat a gunshot wound in my apartment in ten minutes. I'm fine but my uh, friend isn't."
It's Catarina, and annoying as she is sometimes, she will always be there for me. So I put my jacket over his shoulder's to cover the wound, and put his good arm around my neck because I already know the answer. Cat agrees, but with a five minute buffer to grab supplies.
I pull/drag him to the curb, he's surprisingly light for his build. Leaning him against me, I wave my hand like a maniac trying to track down a taxi. Magnus, what the hell are you doing?