A/N I'm back. Y'all who are still in school must be like me, stuck learning. I miss the lazy summer days when I didn't have 7 classes. But it's nice to be back. As always I hope you enjoy the fic. Please don't be afraid to leave a review.
"Kate" Neal gurgled, blood spilling out over his pale, pink lips.
Kate's head bobbed up, her brown hair sticking to her wet face. She snuffled and slunk closer.
"Yes, Neal?" She asked her voice stone cold. But Neal knew that voice, it was the voice she used to cover up years of hurt, of pain, when all she wanted was something clinical, emotionless, dead. She couldn't have people all over the world reading her and her past when she was conning after all.
"Look, I kn-" Neal broke off, coughing long and hard into his arm. He winced and turned towards Kate again. "I know you love… him." Neal spat bitterly. "But I also know that you don't like to see me hurt." He paused intentionally here, as if he had passed out, and let his head hang limply for a moment. He was conning Kate, he had to if he wanted a way out. Out of here, out of dying.
He felt the chair shake as Kate leaned forward on it, her pale hands running over Neal's forehead, searching for an infection-caused fever. Even though it was way too early for that. He lifted his head, his eyes drooping, and his face slack. He smiled loopily, before sobering, like a man regaining focus.
"Will you help me?" He asked, his blue eyes filling with translucent tears. Kate's face contorted again, her lips screwing into a frown.
"I don't know. " She choked out. Her gaze falling to the floor.
"I'd really appreciate it, it wouldn't take much. I just need you to distract Sam, so I can limp out the door. Then all you have to do is tell him I'm still in the building." Neal pleaded, his eyes squinting against the harsh light; he let his head fall forward again. His forehead cracking against the chair, making Kate jump.
"Okay, Okay I'll do it. Just…. Be careful." Kate screeched, gathering up his head in her hands and petting his hair down.
Neal bit back a smile as Kate bent down, releasing the restraints on his hands and feet, She then stood up, wiped her face and walked, stoic, to Edwards. Three short taps and the door creaked open, the women he once loved slipping inside. Crashing was heard inside and Neal shuddered, because he did not want to know what that distraction was and why it was so loud. But his mind could supply him with all the answers he didn't want, their lips crashing together, her distracting him with kissing.
Neal paled, almost gagging. Shaking his head, he tentatively pushed up out of the chair. He bit harshly on the back of his cheek as his back burned. A thousand bees stinging it, sending tendrils of pain straight down his spine. His eyes watered and he shut them, groping for the chair. He pulled himself up, ignoring the pain and stumbled toward the door.
He stopped when the deadbolt lock wavered in his vision. When it looked too hard, when he wanted to give up.
I need you to survive. A voice like Peter's flooded Neal's mind and he sighed. He was so tired, but still. He gripped the lock and slid it over, the metal gliding in the rusted divot.
He pushed the door open, stepped outside, and fell back.
A loud pop echoing in the- now- night air.
"No!" Someone cried. But Neal didn't care, he was already on the group, his limbs limp, his mind blank, a deep maroon liquid seeping out of his dark pants.
A/N Sorry for the cliffie, figured I'd add in suspense after such a long wait. Again, thank you for your patience! I love you guys and I hope you leave reviews, they make my daaaaaay!