Kendall's POV
The explosions.
The noise alone brought me to my knees.
The blackness.
Whether it was because death had finally caught up to me or the smoke was just that blinding, the room looked non-existent.
The smell.
The room reeked of burning hair, death's stench lurking somewhere near by… and the sound of James's voice informed me that behind the dented door was that exact near by.
James's POV
"Wha- What's that noise?" I screamed over the rumbling hiss mounting from behind the walls. "Oh. Shit."
In what happened to be Stephen King-worthy slow motion, the rickshaw piping system on the wall opposite the door shook ferociously. The most menacing looking chunk of rust that seemed to qualify as a pipe ripped apart, flying towards me at the speed of a tornado. I said a quick prayer in my head, knowing I had no time to move. I squeezed my eyes shut, and felt the weight of the pipe go through me. I was dead. Dying, at least. I was finally done. Surprisingly, death was kind of... soft.
Piper's POV
The pipe was speeding towards him. No. James was mine, and mine alone. Nothing was taking him away from me after all that I had gone through to get him back.
I squinted my eyes, balled my fists, and stepped in front of him.
I felt the rusted metal break through my skin… and nothing happened? I stood there, James pressed against the door, his stomach to my back, staring at the wall. James screamed from behind me, his hands shooting to feel the pipe sticking out of my stomach. I looked up to meet his horrified gaze and opened my mouth to tell him I was okay, that everything was going to be fine. But instead of words of relief pouring out of my mouth? Blood.
The world went black, and the angels began to sing into my ear:
" Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you…"