NOTES & REFERENCES: This is the last chapter of Oxymoron. It's very dramatic, but I hope you like it. I'm sorry! It makes me a little sad, having written the ending. Writing this story has taken up a lot of my free time and it was so much fun. But oh well! I just got Resident Evil 6, and that is going to be my main occupation now, as well as exams. I'm graduating this year. Let me know what you think of the ending!
Acid Rain2345, thanks so much for reviewing.
The upper title is a quote taken from Florence + The Machine's song "No light, no light", the second one is a quote from Vaas in Far Cry 3 (in the scene where he tries to burn Jason and Liza).
No light, no light in your bright blue eyes.
"Jason, I swear to god man, it's truly beautiful that you are willing to die for the one you love."
Just as I had finished my thought, the door flew open and Dennis entered the room. "Citra! Vaas is here with about 50 men" he panted, breathlessly. "What are we going to do?" Citra went to join him at the door. "Bring her back to the shed. Make sure he doesn't find her, Dennis, you hear me?" Just as I wanted to protest and start running and dashing myself out of this situation, Dennis had grabbed me and dragged me along. "He is going to kill you, Citra! He will send a bullet through your brain, just like you deserve it!" I yelled, but Citra just laughed. Dennis was strong. I was injured, but still, I was not making it easy for him. I was yelling, stemming myself into the ground, trying to hit him – he was still quietly dragging me. Whatever Citra said, it was his duty. Dennis completely obeyed Citra, it was almost scary.
We reached the little shed I had been in before meeting Citra. Dennis jostled me into it – I fell on my shoulder and squealed in pain - and followed; he closed the door and came over to me. "Listen to me now, Emilia, and listen closely; if Citra doesn't kill Vaas, I am going to do it. If he comes here, I am going to place a bullet in his head. You are not going to jeopardize that, you hear me?" He kicked me a few times and went to sit down on the chair I had been tied to before. "I don't get you, you're a young, strong, beautiful woman. What do you see in this monster?" – "Fuck you and all your people" I muttered. Dennis shut up and started fingering at his necklaces.
It felt like hours that I lay on the floor in the shack and tried to figure out how to get out of there and find Vaas. I could not let him come across Citra – she was his weakness and she would kill him. I was sure of that. I had managed to sit up and lean against the wall now. I surveyed Dennis – he didn't look like much of an opponent, but I knew that he was strong from before. Then – all of a sudden, I heard a familiar voice, a voice I had been longing to hear for what felt like an eternity. Vaas'. "Dennis you little fucker! Come on out, let's play! You wanna fight for Citra like a little puppy, huh?" I jumped to my feet, but Dennis already was by my side and held a knife to my throat – just as the shed door was kicked open and Vaas entered the small room. "Vaas!" I cried out. At the sight of me, Vaas gave a little smirk, and started chuckling when he saw the Rakyat hold me. "Good evening, cuero. Hermano – you better let the lady go, or I will fucking cut your guts to pieces and feed them to my men!"
Dennis took a second, then started: "For Cit-", but before he could start cutting me, Vaas had already shot the warrior in the chest. He sank to the floor, pulling me with him. I chocked under the heaviness of the knife and his arm to my throat. Now, the pirate leader was chuckling even more. "Fucking fool!" He helped me out of Dennis' grip and I could not help it and threw my arms around him. Caught off guard, he loosened my arms from his neck, looked at me for a second and pressed his lips to mine, starting a passionate kiss. I clasped my hands to his head once again and shut my eyes. It felt so good being back with him, I did not ever want to stop. The passion overcame me, and I pressed myself closer to his body. With another chuckle, Vaas stopped me. "Save it for later, chica. I have to get you out of here. It is a fucking war zone." He took the knife and an assault rifle from Dennis and handed them to me. "You are going to run to the south entrance of this fucking excuse for a village. Someone comes, you shoot. Yes, cuero? You need to drive back to my village. Hide there. Comprende?" I shook my head in disbelief. "I'm staying with you. You can't come across Citra." – "I need to end this here, you hear me?" I gasped for air at the thought of Vaas meeting Citra, but then I nodded. "Okay."
Vaas gave me another kiss, kicked Dennis' lifeless body and sent me on my way.
I ran as fast as I could, trying to outrun my thoughts. I could not help Vaas in this situation. He was right – he had to end this, and only he could do it. Right in front of me, a Rakyat warrior appeared out of nowhere, and started to ready his weapon, aiming at me. Without hesitation, I shot him in the chest with Dennis' assault rifle. I stopped running, surprised by my own cruelness. It had been a reflex, I had just taken the life of an innocent warrior without even thinking about it. I had killed a man. I started panting, let my thoughts run wild for a moment.
This was when a sharp pain hit my side and had me fall to the ground, letting go of the rifle. It was the worst pain I ever felt, much worse than the bullet that had hit my shoulder, worse than being hit and kicked by any pirate I had come across. Both my hands clasped to where the pain had its offspring; my side. Blood spilled from the wound and covered the ground in red liquid.
From far away, I could hear Vaas' voice screaming, raging – or was it just in my mind? – and Citra yelling in Spanish. My vision went blurry, but I managed to look up to find out who had been responsible for this horrible pain that I felt. Slowly, behind a sniper rifle, Robert's face came into the picture. He was smiling, and poked me with the rifle. "Gotcha" he said, slowly. Panting, I tried to reach my weapon, but it was too far away and would have also been too heavy. "You fucking monster" I brought myself to say under my breath. Robert laughed triumphantly. "Do you know that Citra is killing her brother at this very moment, sweetheart? Kinda sad, really." That was when I thought of the knife that I had hidden in my boot. I pulled it out, as Robert spoke and with all the strength and force I could channel, I stabbed Robert's ankle, so that he fell. Now, he squealed in pain. "Emilia!" Strengthened by the thought of Vaas, I pushed myself up and stabbed the knife into Robert's chest repeatedly. I stopped when I was sure he wasn't breathing anymore, then I let myself fall back. "VAAS" I started screaming as loudly as I could. I was not going to die alone. Al I could think of was dying, as my body cramped. "VAAS!" I yelled couple of times before I was too weak to bring out a tone. Instead, I tried to steady my breathing and hold my eyes open. "Citra!" I heard someone yell, and a couple of moments later I heard footsteps near me. "Cuero!" It was Vaas. Just a moment later, I felt his burning touch on my skin as he turned me and took me into his strong arms. "Emilia. You hear me? Cuero, it's okay, stay with me, comprende?" I forced my eyes to stay open and looked into his flawless face. I saw him look at Robert's dead body, and noticing the bloody knife in my hand. Vaas tore apart my bloodstained shirt and pressed the fabric to the wound. "What – what about Citra?" I brought myself to say. "It's over, cuero, don't worry about her." My lips formed something similar to a smile. It got harder and harder to hold open my eyes. I heard more footsteps as more pirates approached. "Cuero. Stay awake, yes? Hold open those beautiful eyes, understand? Don't give in." I could not help it. By now, all I could see of Vaas' face was a blurry, black and white silhouette. It faded. I faded.
"Emilia! Cuero! EMILIA" Vaas was yelling at the young woman in his arms, whose body hung loose from his grip. Her face was pale and her eyes lifelessly staring nowhere. More and more blood spilled from the huge wound on her side and wet Vaas' already red tank top. He grasped even harder around her. Despaired, he yelled: "Cuero, come on! Wake up!" He hesitated for a second, then started chuckling. "Ah, cuero. You're playing fucking games with me, huh? It's not funny! Come on, quit!" He shook Emilia lightly, then shook his own head and felt for her pulse. "No. Emilia! Wake the fuck up!" The pirate started a cardiac massage, pressing his lips to hers and breathed air from his lungs into hers, but it was hopeless, the American was dead.
It felt like a decade that Vaas sat there holding Emilia, resting his head to hers, whispering something so quietly, no one could understand it except him, breathing heavily, panting. But then, suddenly, he laid her lifeless body down and jumped up, grabbing a random pirate that stood around. Vaas took him by the back of his head, dragged him to a nearby stone house and started smashing his head against the wall. Blood covered the pirate, the wall and Vaas' arm, but he didn't stop. The pirate was too perplexed to do anything except screaming for help; and the others did not dare to interrupt their leader's rage. When Vaas let go of him, the warrior was unconscious already.
Looking a little calmer, Vaas turned around and took Emilia's body in his arms again. "Bring me a shovel, you fuck" he ordered, looking at a young pirate, who immediately sprinted to get a shovel. "And then don't you dare come near me." He carried the body cautiously through the village. No one fought or shot their guns anymore, not even the villagers that lived there. He reached the vehicle that was parked outside the south entrance, where the young man was already waiting with a shovel. The pirate leader placed it in the back of the pick-up truck and drove off in the direction of his village and the beach that belonged to it. All alone, at the beach, just where he used to sit with her, Vaas started to dig a grave for Emilia. He took his time. It would be the first and the last woman after his sister that he was willing to die for. He had failed. And now he buried his vulnerability along with Emilia's body.
Author's Note: So.. yeah. That's it. Emilia is dead. I just had to kill her, she would not have survived under the circumstances of the island anyway. If you have questions, tips or just want to chat you can gladly leave me a review or send me a private message. I love chatting with you guys! Until then... Bye-bye. Ta-ta. Don't forget to tune in for daily tortures.