Chapter: 7: Hush, hush
AN: And so the drama begins...
It's been 3 hours and a half, and he sat there as still as a rock. He's eyes never leaving the doors of the surgery room. The red light was still on, and it won't turn green.
To make things worse, people were staring. They saw him, how he carried her bloodied body up the watch tower. The tower wrapped around her was drenching red. Her beautiful bruised face. But what could have caused such horrors?
The rumours must be true then.
People were already assuming what they had assumed. All coming to him, offering him their sympathy. They already assumed that she was the one who did it.
Thank God the wound wasn't deep, only 5 centimetres. Wasn't enough to kill but leave a bad memory in his fiancé's mind forever.
Why Shayera? Why?
He was angered and pissed. He had already lost her long ago, so why does he need to feel sorry for her actions? It had always been her fault, her fault. Never his. He clenched his fist at the sudden thought of killing her. That voice in his head supporting his judgement on what should be passed onto her.
He bit his teeth onto his lips and scrunched his eyes shut.
It all felt so wrong. He knew her didn't he? He knew that she will never ever take a life simply because of what she felt so. He knew her, how she feels empathy and sadness. The months of being together, those hadn't been lies. She would never be capable of doing such a thing. He'd seen her change, a better person she turned out to be. Yes, she was flawed and imperfect but she'd always thought of others before herself. She was Shayera, she would never ever kill.
"John, you have to believe me…."
He released his grip of himself, feeling the taste of blood going through his taste buds. And he felt regretful for what he had said. If she hadn't done it, then he and her relationship would need serious salvaging. Not that there was much to begin with anyways.
He sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
He was starting to believe in what he thought of her rather than the fucked up rumours out there. He'll have to get to the bottom of this. And then, he would have to tell her how sorry he was. For now, Mari was the only thing that matters.
The light of the surgery room turned green and J'onn J'onn and another doctor stepped out of the room.
"It's okay now . Her life is nowhere near any danger levels and she is much stabilized. You may stay with her afters. But she might be comatose for a few days, the blood lost was quite a lot."
Saying that, the doctor gave him a pat on the shoulders and walked away.
"John, a word." Said the man hunter.
"Not now J'onn, I have to take care of Mari." He said, making his way into the ward.
"I found something in Vixen's neck… I think Shayera's been set up.
She landed on the one place she knew peace. The cemetery where Solomon's grave was. The clouds were a dark purple tonight, the moon had went into hiding.
She'd been here before. Yes, indeed. The very soil she threads on brings back the same thoughts she used to have. She so badly wanted to die.
Shayera felt numb and dirty. The muscles of her back are contracting non-stop. The very bones of her wings are brittle and some had snapped when she forced herself to fly away when she had already taken some bad punches. Her shoulder had stop bleeding, but left a deep scar that seemed to yell at her face. Her heart was beating fast, drumming in her chest. She collapse to the ground, lungs screaming out for oxygen.
She needed to see one last friend before she takes her own life and sees the hill where he was buried at. Slowly but painfully, she started to crawl up the hill using what little energy she had.
Hell no was she going back to the watch tower. Those ungrateful hypocrites would be at her heels, begging to hang her and chop her head off. Her side of the story would never be heard or accepted.
Her fingernails dug deep into the soil as she climbed up the steep hill. This was the exact place where she wanted to take her own life a few years back. She came here talking to a dead friend, mace placed in front of the grave. A cold piece of metal in hand. As she prepared for the finale, Rd. Fate stepped in a prevented it, saying that he could help her find her purpose.
How she wished she had ignored that fool's word and slit her throat and die in peace. There's no purpose for a traitor in this world. There are no second chances.
She'd made it to the grave. And lay on the soft grass.
"Grundy, you're the only friend that had ever trusted me…" she whispered.
Her heart can't take no more. Vixen betrayed her, her man left her. The world hates her.
She sobs and yells and the sky.
"Haven't I had enough? What have I ever done to deserve such a fate? Was it too much to ask for to let me live well, a life free of hatred and judgement?"
Her words shook herself. This wasn't how she wanted to die.
She wanted to die in honour. A death that people will remember and mourned for. She wanted to die in the arms of someone she loves, die protecting, and serve her purpose well.
"John…"
Idly, she took out what she was wearing around her neck.
John's dog tags.
This was the only gift she had been given to b John. But it was the best present of them all. She knew how important it was to him, and yet he was willing to entrust it to her. Gently , she cradle it in her hands and pressed it towards her heart.
Somehow, she knew that John would believe in her, just like he had always did, even after the invasion. Though she wasn't sure how it would help her in her cause now. Vixen changed drastically, she had to tell John before Mari hurts him instead.
She sat up, and leaned against the tombstone. She places her finger to her comlink.
"Wally…?"
" Shayera, where are you? You had me worried sick, I bought you some food only to find that you were gone."
Shayera, thankful that Wally hadn't heard the news yet quickly iforms him.
" Wally, I have to tell you something. Something's not right with Mari, you have to-AHH"
"Shayera? SHAYERA?" He yells, as the comlink falls to the earth below.
She was careless not to hear the twigs snap when the shadow treaded nearby, as he pounce on her grabbing her hands. She manages to kick him right in the croch.
She ran down the hill, and started to fly away. Only to be flung and caught in a net, causing her to fall and roll down the rest of the hill. She landed into the pit of a new grave.
" Hello, Shayera…."
She opens her eyes just in time to see the person's face and passed out.