ultimateform14: You know what I can see happening in Revelations? Desmond getting himself out of that machine, and then POOF. Gotta wait for ACIII. I just want to know if she's alive or not ;_; And what the hell happened to Shaun and Rebecca?
Ginger Katt: Maybe they could go on a... -shades- blind date. YYYYEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-
Just one more thing: Those lyrics down there, by Victims of Science, should be Lucy's POV. Use your imagination.
Was it worth it?
The only thing you've managed to break so far is my heart
This isn't brave, it's murder!
What did I ever do to you?
You don't even care, do you?
-Victims of Science's The Device Has Been Modified
Desmond kept his eyes closed, ignoring the world around him. His primeval instinct to survive had dissipated long ago, so he stayed content in the darkness, blocking out Lucy's screams, the lights' anguished cries as they pleaded with him to survive. He hadn't drawn a breath for over a minute now, and he knew the end would come soon.
All of a sudden, he was jolted back to Earth. He opened his eyes and Lucy was sailing away from him—or, rather, he was sailing away from Lucy. His back hit against a tree trunk with a jarring force, knocking what little air he had left out of his lungs.
Lucy, finding her hands empty, sat up, or at least he thought she did—he could just barely see her outline against the light from the flashlight. Deciding he did want to live, Desmond activated Eagle Vision and held it, watching the red figure stand unsteadily.
"Where did you go?" Lucy demanded hoarsely, stretching out her hands. It made Desmond's heart ache to watch her stumble around awkwardly, unable to see.
"Desmond..." she called softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. Desmond, come back to me."
He froze as she came nearer, fighting the urge to draw in heaves of air. The red glow she gave off was astounding.
"Look at what you did to me," Lucy said sadly. "You took away my eyes." She groped empty air with her hands. "I did everything for you, and all you did was hurt me.
"But I forgive you. Remember, remember that time, when we were innocent? Remember on the roof?"
Desmond drew in an involuntary breath. Luckily, Lucy was still talking and didn't hear him.
"I remember. Do you remember? Do you remember how good it felt?"
He did remember. Desmond nearly sobbed when he thought about how messed up their lives had become since that night. Two friends died, he almost died, he'd killed four people, and now here Lucy was, blind and so desperate to kill him. And it was all because of those fucking lights.
How long would he have to sit there before Lucy stopped searching? Until one of them simply collapsed of exhaustion? Or until she found him? Whichever came first.
"You have six senses, Desmond. I only have four now, because of you. You don't deserve that extra one. You should lend it to me, because I know you're using it now. I know you can see me. I see nothing. You see in the dark. I will never see the sun again. Does that seem fair to you?" she asked, sounding so incredibly sad.
"I didn't want to hurt you," Desmond said quietly. "I tried so hard."
Lucy's head snapped around and she began moving slowly in his direction. "Not hard enough."
"I don't.. want to hurt you," Desmond half-warned as she got closer.
Lucy barked out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. "Hurt me? I don't have any fucking eyes! What more could you possibly do to me?"
As she approached, Desmond stood and moved carefully around the base of the tree trunk, until he was as far away as possible, on the other side of the tree. He breathed out slowly.
Lucy had reached the base of his tree and laid her hands on it. "You're here somewhere, I know you are." She began unknowingly tracing his steps around the trunk, which was so thick they could've barely touched hands from either side.
Desmond, trying not to cry, moved the same way Lucy was, so she would never catch him. What he didn't see coming, however, was her sudden change in direction. As he rounded the trunk yet again, he nearly ran into her as she walked. He stopped in his tracks and she followed suit, coming to a halt mere inches from his face.
"I hear your heartbeat," Lucy whispered. She raised a hand and placed it on his chest. "I feel it." Desmond, dumbfounded, didn't move. The hand formed into a fist and slammed his jaw from below, sending him to the ground.
Desmond hit the dirt hard, landing on his back. Lucy was on him before he could recover. Her red glow made it hard to tell what her face looked like, but her blue eyes stood out like never before, full of rage.
"You..." she hissed. "All I've done is sacrifice for you! So you blind me!"
"It wasn't me—!"
"Shut the fuck up!" she screamed in his face. "You take the blame from this! You! For once, realize what you've done!"
Desmond lay there, shocked and saddened. The Lucy he knew, the Lucy he'd known, was long gone now, replaced by this insane demon. There was a wild look in her eyes, all the kindness and caring he'd loved gone.
"No... no, no, no!" Desmond growled. "It's not happening like this!" He heaved, and rolled over so Lucy was pinned under him. Not concentrating, he turned off Eagle Vision and found he could see her face; they'd rolled into a patch of moonlight. She still looked fiercely determined, struggling under his weight.
Desmond considered just running away while he had the chance, running far from Lucy and the lights. There was no way she could follow him even ten feet. She'd wander around the woods, and eventually would starve to death or get eaten or, if she somehow found the road, get hit by a car. He knew he couldn't, though, knew he would never be able to leave knowing he would be the cause of Lucy's death, knowing he'd left her behind to die.
Lucy got one of her arms free. "You don't deserve the eyes you have!" she shrieked, jabbing at his face. Somehow, she hit her mark, and one of her nails sunk into his right eye.
Desmond screamed, feeling fresh blood pouring down his face. His eye was hurting, hurting so bad he wanted to rip it out just to stop the pain. He rolled off Lucy and hit the ground, rubbing desperately at his eye.
She was on him again, leaning close. "How does it feel?" she asked mockingly over his screams. "Not so great now, huh?"
"You fucking bitch!" Desmond howled, all empathy for Lucy gone. He shot out his left hand and clutched at her throat, holding her off of him at arms length.
"How does it feel?" she laughed throatily around his hand. "Revenge?"
"You stuck your nail in my fucking eye!" Desmond tightened his fingers.
"Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!" Lucy cried, laughing. "It makes sense, doesn't it?"
Desmond kept squeezing until she was unable to talk, the only sounds she was capable of being strangled choking. She did manage one more word.
"Sorry..."
His hand jumped away from her neck as if electrocuted. When the pressure was released, Lucy collapsed on top of him, sucking in air and coughing. Her hands were on his arms, her head on her chest.
"NO!" the lights roared, bouncing, enraged, around his head. Desmond winced and closed his eyes against the pounding in his brain.
Dozens of lights jumped into the air around him. Desmond opened his left eye to see them whirling angrily above his head. Lucy, unable to see them, still gasped on his chest.
"Lucy," Desmond whispered. "We need to leave. Now."
She just laughed, softly. "I tried to kill you, and I just punched you and poked out your eye. Yet you're still trying to save me."
"I couldn't stand to be to blame if something ever happened to you."
"Something already happened," she breathed, her head to the side.
"And for a good reason," the lights put in harshly.
"They're back?" she moaned. "Just go away!"
"He nearly killed you. You're blind. And you're not going to do anything about it?"
"Not this again," Desmond muttered. To his surprise, Lucy leapt to her feet, pushing herself off of him.
"Get away from me!" she screamed, waving her hands around madly, as if to swat the lights away. Desmond propped himself up on his elbows, still too shocked to stand. He watched, dumbfounded, as Lucy swung her arms around madly, screaming bloody murder, until her foot caught on a tree root and she fell to her hands and knees. Upon seeing this, Desmond scrambled over to her, reaching out to grab her arm.
"Stop," she moaned, sobbing. "Just... stop."
His hand halted, wavering uncertainly in the space between them, then Desmond drew it back slowly.
"Lucy...?" he ventured.
Her shoulders hunched, Lucy turned her head to look at him. With the lights still in the air, he could see her face now, streaked with tears, dirt, and blood. He doubted he looked much better; his eye was now swollen shut, blood still pumping out, and he could feel a cut on his chin from where she'd hit him. But at least he could see.
"Just do it," she whispered, sadness in her eyes. "Make them go away."
"Don't say that." Desmond tried to sound firm. "We can get to that city, get to Paris..."
"And then what?" she demanded. "We get on your plane and fly to God-knows-where? And they just... go away?" She shook her head. "I don't think so."
"But—"
"Do it or I will." Lucy stared at him, her eyes so determined it tore him in two. He looked down, at the blade just waiting in its shaft, so impatient to taste her blood. Then he looked at his right hand, at the white-and-silver of his bandage-and-duct tape makeshift cast, Lucy's work and care evident in the fact that it was still intact. Any other cast with the same materials would've fallen apart by now with the same activities.
"No," he said firmly. "I won't do it. Not me."
Lucy nodded and stood. "Then I guess I'm leaving."
Wait, Desmond's brain cried as he sat there while she turned around. There's so much I want to say..
And apparently he'd get to say it. As Lucy reached the edge of the clearing, she stopped in her tracks, barely moving except for her breathing.
"What...? I can't move!"
The lights swirled angrily above their heads. "You're not going anywhere." They flung Lucy back towards Desmond, where she landed hard on her back. "No one is going anywhere until one of you dies. We have waited FAR too long!" The last part was cried shrilly, anger in every decibel.
"Fine!" Lucy shouted back. "Fuck this, I'm not staying here," she growled, moving into a crouching position. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."
Desmond froze, astonished by how willing she was to kill him, just so she could wander away into the woods. He scarcely dared to breathe, knowing that she was a trained Assassin, a trained killer, that she could probably even hear him thinking.
Lucy just crouched like a cat, waiting for her prey. Desmond was in a particularly awkward position and knew he'd have to move eventually. The lights floated above his head, giving him light to work by, light with which to kill.
"Lucy, can't we talk about this?" Desmond asked desperately, standing slowly. The blonde's head whipped around and locked on to him, not even an inch off.
"You're blind. I have a weapon. What chance to you have?"
She said nothing, a blank expression on her face.
"Think about it!" he pleaded. "This is what they want. They want you to attack me, so I can kill you!"
Lucy's fingers kneaded into the ground, churning up pine needles and earth. She looked like she was thinking.
"You're right," she admitted. Desmond's heart soared, thinking she was listening to him, that no one had to die.
"She's not listening to you," a light in his head whispered. "She's listening to us."
"No!" Desmond cried. Lucy sprang towards him, hands outstretched to grab his neck.
And the whole "stick a needle in your eye" thing is from Dead Space 2, and even some of Lucy's behaviour. If you notice, Desmond was stabbed in his right eye, same as Isaac :3
Soooooo there's probably only going to be a couple more chapters. -hides-