So guys here it is! The last chapter of part 2. . . I hope I don't piss anyone off with the way I ended this. But I must give a thanks to all the people that have supported this story if you weren't for you guys we wouldn't be this far.

Thank you! So now lets kick back and pour a nice shot from our favorite bottle and enjoy this.

Chapter 15- Fell On Black Days

Whatsoever I've feared has Come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off Became my life
Just when everyday Seemed to greet Me with a smile
Sunspots have faded

Whomsoever I've cured I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled I've put you down
I'm a search light soul They say but I can't See it in the night
I'm only faking When I get it right

So what you wanted to See good has made you blind
And what you wanted to Be yours has made it Mine
So don't you lock up Something that you Wanted to see fly
Hands are for shaking No not tying

Angel starred blankly ahead watching as the yellow lines whizzed by becoming nothing but a reminder that she wasn't going fast enough. The thought of easing her foot off the gas pedal wasn't an option and it pissed her off that she couldn't push any harder because it was already pressed to the floorboard. With her left hand wrapped solidly around the steering wheel she was determined to make it to the base with time to spare. Her other hand grasped Sully's calloused, sweaty hand in her own tightly as clear, stray tears ran down her face freely.

Nothing mattered outside of that car besides the base. Only Sully and where they were going . . . keeping him from turning. . . no she could care less about the rest of the world anymore; it could all burn to ash if it'd be so.

"Hang on . . . I promise it wont be that much longer. We'll get there and Chad will help you . . . just keep singing and don't think about it ok," she said in a dry voice, right on the verge of cracking. She turned her head starring at the bite, doing her best to hold in whimpers that racked and beated against her chest making it almost impossible to breath. She would've told you she would've rather gotten beat with a base ball bat then feel that pain but she knew she had to be strong.

The bite looked worse. Sully himself wasn't looking all that pretty either. The bite was deep and if you looked hard enough behind the infected looking blood and torn flesh you could see his shoulder blade.

He sung soft drug out notes trying to soothe his anxiety away and fall into the dream and emotion of the song playing. What the song couldn't take away the bottle he clenched tightly in his free hand would. His singing stopped upon her words and he turned to her with pain brewing behind his gray sobering eyes.

"Just shut up," he said hatefully. "It's my time and as soon as I don't feel right." He took his hand away from the bottle making an imaginary gun. He placed it against his head clicking his tongue to replace the bang as he pulled the imaginary trigger. "I'm not going to ask you to do it . . . you've seen enough death way before it was even cool . . . nah . . . I'm not going to ask that not after you already had to do it once." Of course he was referring to Sunny and that made her heart sink.

"I'm afraid," he continued. "But I know this world is getting tired of my shit . . . you were getting tired of me. Ain't many places left for the living anyway." He rested his head against the window letting one single tear drool down his cheek. "But Angel please . . . please tell Jewel and Sammy I'm sorry. Take care of them. You'd figure it'd be Sammy next in line to take care of our own but no . . . it's you."

"No!" she yelled angrily. She snatched her hand away and it hit hard on the window beside her cracking it all to hell. "Don't you fucking give up! Not on me! No one else is gonna go and fucking quit on me. You're going to make it to the base and everything will be ok." She clenched the steering wheel even harder grinding her teeth together. "Please," she begged. He pulled his hand away slowly leaning back up straight.

She made it hurt. Made it hurt that he was so careless knowing he should always have been ready for one of them to jump on him like it had even under the circumstance that his shooting hand was holding his dick. But no he was lost in the moment; he was happy it was just him and her again. Happy she was talking to him with all her emotions pointed at him. May it be anger or love any attention from her made his heart thump harder, made him glow.

But now seeing her cry for him made it hurt deep . . . even deeper then seeing her wrapped in Daryl's arms. He knew he couldn't be weak right then, the way he saw it if she was angry she wouldn't be sad. He wanted to make her hate him. He was sure that he was going to die no one could help him and he didn't want her blaming herself.

"You're fucking pathetic," he said lowly glaring at her. His voice cracked and he had to pause as she starred at him with pale blue eyes. It was hard to say that. "Can't sit down and let shit go the way it was meant. No you just fucking jump in thinking you can stop it. All you do is set yourself up for a bigger fall."

"I'm not sitting down and do nothing! He can help you! Please for fuck's sake!" She whimpered loudly as her faced cringed. It was the first time she had cried that hard in a long time. "Don't let me loose you too!"

Sully hid his face growing quiet. Silent tears streamed down his face. He never wanted to see her cry like that again even after all the misery she had put on him he still never wanted to see her cry like that. "I'm sorry," he said where she couldn't hear.

Her heart sank leaving her feeling hollow inside, as the base grew closer, as she drifted around the long, sharp curve where the large fenced in building waited for her patiently at the end. Anxiety grabbed her windpipe squeezing hard, making it difficult for her to breathe. Still her mind didn't stray far from the objective at hand; she'd have time to worry about her mental state later. Maybe . . .

The large well-built prison like gate grew close and she slammed on brakes removing the option of saving time by plowing through them. She almost lost control as the tires wanted to spin around when they touched the loose gravel. She wrestled the steering back playing with the breaks stopping only inches in front of the gate.

She looked up to a camera that blinked watching her closely. She waved her hand frantically. "Chad let me in! I got a man down!" she pleaded hoping there was someone on the other side.

It took a moment but the gate opened slowly urging her to come in. She hit the gas one more time speeding like a bat out of hell to the entrance of the large compound. She shut the car off throwing it in park.

She turned smiling brightly at Sully as tears streamed down her face contrasting with her grin awfully. "See what did I tell you? We made it! We fucking made it." His facial expression didn't change. He pointed at the entrance trying to bring Angel's attention back to where it was needed.

Three men approached the car slowly carrying their M-16s close, aimed at them. The tallest one had light skin with dark brown hair that seemed to go rather casual with dark green eyes. The middle one was almost as tall but with blonde hair tied back into a loose ponytail that matched blue eyes. The last one was a bit shorter with dark skin and chocolate brown eyes and hair.

"Friendly welcoming party?" Sully questioned as her smile faded into a concerned frown. As she studied them she grew uneasy in her beat. It wasn't there size, all of them could've been branded with the name 'steroid abusers' and you could've added 'military nut' in there somewhere due to the fact they all sported army uniforms.

But no that's not what made her feel like a cat in need of hissing and raising their back in the only defense they had. She knew if she raised a gun they would shoot. She knew because of the look in their eyes . . . or rather what they didn't show. There was no mercy, no hope, no anger, no pity, nor any other emotion. No, there faces showed nothing but a desire to shoot anything that moved a way they didn't care for.

She wiped her eyes clean of any stray tears before narrowing her eyes; she was preparing for the worst. Then it hit her like a slap to the face . . . as soon as they saw Sully's wound, they would recognize it for what it was and most likely shoot to kill.

"Grab a T-shirt and throw it on. Cover the bite," she ordered sending Sully a look to attempt to disarm him of any protest. He shook his head in though never letting his gaze leave the men that drew closer. "Please," she begged reaching for her pistol.

"Go ahead pull that gun!" the tallest man (Matt) screamed narrowing his eyes at her. She froze and lowered her head in defeat. In her mind this was it. They were going to shoot Sully if she tried to fight and they were going to shoot him if they saw the bite. One of those damned if you do, damned if you don't moments.

The man who had yelled at her slung the driver's side door open and ripped Angel out of the car. He shoved her to the ground. He pushed her face in the gravel as he started snatching her weapons off and tossed them out of reach. She wasn't going to try to resist in fear that Sully would pay for it.

"Don't you fucking touch her!" Sully yelled angrily. He slung the door open and barreled out screaming like a banshee, fist ready for whoever was closest. It resulted in him being slammed to the ground and ending up in the same position Angel was in except he kept fighting. He caught a kick in the gut but he still wouldn't except it, if anything it only made him fight harder.

"One more moved and we'll shoot the girl!" The blonde man (Aaron) screamed down at Sully planting a firm boot in his back. He stopped fighting then. They quickly ripped his weapons off and tossed them into the same pile Angel's laid.

"Hey this one is bit," Aaron announced as he lifted his foot up and took a step back from Sully.

"Stay down," Matt ordered and stepped away from Angel looking at his buddy. "What do you think we should do?"

"Shoot him," Aaron answered aiming his gun down at an unmoving Sully who was gritting his teeth waiting for the worst.

The last man (DJ) protested to that idea by shoving Aaron and making him lose his aim before he could shoot. "Hey fucker," he said hatefully in a south accent. "We wait on Chad. He ain't gonna be pissed at me."

"Hey DJ this chick's got Axel's mark," Matt said a little confused. He kicked her arm out for the world to see. She growled at him but made no attempt to move. He was referring to a tattoo Axel made everyone get after training. She had all but forgot about the damn thing. The other two men peered over examining the two snakes wrapped around an AK-47.

"So what's the status?" a new voice popped in. Angel turned her head recognizing the man instantly. Yes his goatee was now a beard and his long black hair was even longer now. To be honest he didn't look like a hot rock star anymore, he looked like a hobo in military clothing with a long white scientist coat. The man wore a small grin upon seeing Angel.

"Chad . . . I need your help. He's been bit you gotta save him. Not by killing him either," she said trying to get up. However Matt pushed her back down and she accepted it.

Chad thought long and hard. He sucked in a breath. "Alright," he returned looking at Angel with a serious face. "Bring them in to the lab."

"What about that one," DJ questioned pointing with his gun to Serenity who was still tied up in the back seat.

"Put her with the others in the bunks," he responded before disappearing back into the building.

Aaron and Matt pulled Sully and Angel up leading them inside. She stayed calm and didn't give her guide any trouble even though anger was tearing her apart inside. Sully on the other hand fought without much success, he was demanding his gun back. Could you really blame him though? He felt betrayed. In his head there was no help, no way to stop the infection and he felt robbed of the only way to stop from becoming part of the dead.

They led the two into a room Angel had found herself in everyday the last time she was there. It was where Chad had experimented on her and there wasn't much hope of getting away.

As they entered the cold white walled room Chad was plundering through a box on top a desk. The box was full of labeled test tubes and vials. "Strap him to the table," he ordered only looking away from his collection for a split second before pulling out a few vials of clear liquid studying the labels carefully.

"Oh hell no!" Sully screamed trying to pull away from Aaron. The man finally wrestled him to the table with a bit of effort. Sully brought his feet up and kicked hard against the table almost knocking it over. He knocked the man down and as he landed on top of him he elbowed the wind out of his lungs. He jumped up and tried to run out before Matt and Angel both caught a hold of him and got him on the table strapping him down tight. Still he fought.

Matt helped his buddy off the floor laughing loudly. "Little guy got the best of ya man," he mocked.

"Fuck you!" Sully spat. He turned to Angel and went still with worried eyes. "Please don't let them pump me full of shit! I don't want to be sick . . . I don't wanna be like you are. Please Angel."

She teared up and put a firm hand over her mouth holding in the whimpers. It hurt. Bad.

"Not your call," Chad cut in walking to his side with a syringe.

"No, no, no! Don't do this! I saw what you did to Angel! No," he yelled panicking. He was begging.

"If she hasn't shot you yet you must mean a lot to her . . . It's going to be up to her what happens next. She's never had this decision to make but I think I owe her it considering she let me live." He stuck the needle into Sully's arm and pushed the clear liquid into his veins. Sully slowly stopped trying to fight out of the restraints.

He looked over to Angel once more. "Please just let me go. I've done hurt enough," he said lowly before he went limp and fell into dreamless sleep.

"What was that?" Angel questioned looking back to Chad. Her voice cracked all to hell as she tried to forget the plea in Sully's eyes.

"Just a sedative." He pulled out a nother syringe containing a blue liquid as he pulled the old one out. He shoved it into Sully's arm and pulled it out after it was all shot into his body. "That was to slow the virus down and make the fever stop from killing him. It won't last long . . . he's already burning up."

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Matt cut in, "but who is this girl?"

"Angel hellfire," Chad answered before walking back to his desk and began mixing contents of vials all together, preparing another syringe. The men starred at her in amazement.

"I thought she'd be taller," Aaron whispered.

"Hey umm sorry for the shit back there," Matt apologized rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

"Stop starring and go check on our new guest," Chad ordered glaring at his men. They quickly fled out the room clumsily happy to get away from Angel. The things they had heard about that woman scared them. "So Angel how's your hand?"

"Fuck my hand. What can you do for him?"

He rolled his eyes at her rudeness but quickly dismissed it. "Well I can save him . . . but there are some . . . side effects that most likely will be there to stay. Ones that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy."

"What are they?"

"Well. . . after studying your blood and the drugs that successfully bonded with your DNA eternally I found something fascinating . . . it grows stronger but that's not the best part. Between both forms they mutated into a vaccine going way past their actual expectations. You get stronger everyday . . . unfortunately so do the side effects. He will adopt all of the conditions you suffer from but-" he gave a loud sigh and frustrated look at his work as if he were disgusted and disappointed in himself.

((You can start playing Sound Garden- Fell On Black Days if you think it'll tie the ending up nicely))

"Since the virus," he continued, "has already reached his brain and is so strong already . . . Your body actual kills it . . . but since it is the way it is with him . . . there is one side effect I cannot explain . . . He'll have to consume one piece of human flesh a day." He paused mixing more of the mixtures together into on test tube.

"How do you know that?"

"My men were once test subjects and they still have to do it."

"Where do you get the flesh from?"

"Don't worry about that . . . You don't want to know." She paused finding it best not to push for an answer, she really didn't want to know. Cannibalism was the one thing that could make her sick to her stomach.

"But Angel," he said sternly pulling her away from her thoughts. "If I inject him with this and he refuses to eat it he'll began to rot from the outside in which will lead to insanity . . . and basically he'll turn without dieing."

Angel took in all the information carefully becoming a victim of shock that left her stomach turning in sickness. "Isn't there another way?"

"If there is I haven't found it yet . . . I'm still trying to find it. I've had many failed attempts.

"So he'll be like me with the healing and stuff . . . but . . . does it have to be raw human flesh?"

"Yes he will be like you and the side effects the drugs make you endure. He'll be very hard to kill if he eats the flesh and yes it has to be. My hypothesis on it . . . well something in the flesh stops the virus from killing him and stops it from voiding the vaccine. You see after I inject this it will mutate the infection . . . It will mutate it somehow because there is no real way to destroy it completely like your body does. The infection becomes something totally different . . . they never actually die. They can think as well as we can when it mutates. Thankfully a bullet to the brain still kills them."

"Does it have to be once a day?"

"No . . . but I wouldn't skip a day because people have acted differently to it. You want to be careful because if he starts to rot it's rapid and irreversible. Let's say he skipped a few days and he began to rot and started eating again . . . the flesh that has already damaged cannot be regenerated . . . Angel we've all seen bad shit . . . but since I've started searching for a cure I cannot get rid of the horrors I've seen going through my subjects. This one woman-"

"I really don't want to know," she said. She took in a breath regaining some of her outer composure. "So this is the only way to save his life?"

"I'm afraid so Angel . . . this is up to you and you alone. We can give him the vaccine and he'll suffer a great amount until he actually accepts it or we can put him out of his misery with what is natural these days and he wont suffer anymore . . . Your call Hellfire."

"How long do I have left to make a call?"

"About . . . I say twenty six minutes give or take."

Angel paused for a long time. Her mind bounced around in chaos ready to break. This was the first time she'd actually have the chance to save someone she loved. Could she kill him like she had Sunny? A call that was going to break her either way. . . but she had to make it. . . right then.

"I . . .

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