I'm the Last One That You'll Ever Remember
Chapter 225: Off The Rails
Everything was going off the rails.
Everything was out of Michael’s hands. All he could do now was watch his beloved Masika scale down the side of the three-story building the Killjoys recently took shelter in all the while trying to breathe past a lump of hysteria lodged in his throat. With his upper body hanging out of the broken stained glass window, Michael kept a hold of the makeshift rope while his fiance descended past his reach. Wishing he could feel one last physical connection with her, his hand held onto the knotted sheet instead for dear life as his eyes watched her carefully work her way to the end of the makeshift rope he constructed.
Suddenly, over his shoulder, Michael heard scratching outside of the locked double door of their bedroom they had claimed. It took only seconds for him to realize that it was the tip of the blades scratching along the wood of the door which meant the Killjoys were on the other side attempting to instill fear in him. It semi-worked. Michael wasn’t petrified that his life would end the moment they entered the room. No, he was petrified that his pregnant fiance would be discovered and soon apprehended if she didn’t get away in time.
Ignoring the scratching on the other side of the double doors, Michael narrowed his eyes on Masika as she became shrouded in darkness the further she descended away from him. He had to make sure she made it. He just had to!
“Oooooh, KOBRA!” A male voice sang from the hallway before breaking into a fit of giggles.
Dash. Figures.
Michael would have rolled his eyes if it wasn’t so fixated on his fiance getting farther and farther from his sight. He wondered if he’d be able to see her once she reached the ground…a ground she’d have to first figure out how to get to without breaking her legs first. They only had so many sheets in the bedroom for him to tie into a rope. It wouldn’t reach the ground which was why he suggested she either fall into the pool below or down into one of the closest surrounding trees to prevent any damage done to her body or the baby.
“My dear dear dear, Kobra!” Dash continued to serenade against the door as the surrounding Killjoys ran the tips of their sharpened weapons against the doors, scratching into the wood leaving light lines in their path. “It’s tiiiiime!”
If Michael was facing this incoming tidal wave of death alone, he’d bark at Dash to shove it, but he couldn’t. If he made a sound, they could hear him and locate exactly where he was standing within the room. Discovering that he was standing by the window would likely make them suspect he was attempting to silently make his escape out the window, and then they’d proceed to split up and charge outside to discover his fiance trying to make her own escape. They’d surely capture her and then…Michael couldn’t stomach imagining what they’d do to her next.
When Masika seemed to slow and then use her foot to swing out towards the trees closest to her, Michael realized she’d finally reached the button of her makeshift rope and was now trying to descend the rest of the way safely by tree. He didn’t fight the smile stretching across his face from the profound pride and overflowing love he felt for this woman.
Once upon a time, she had been a defenseless prize he had to have for himself and so for the first time ever he put his foot down and unfairly claimed her for himself. What he had planned to do with her, he hadn’t known at the time. The thought of piercing her flesh with sharp torturing utensils or bruising her melanin skin with his hands never appealed to him. Rather he wanted to see her flesh bare with his own eyes, touch the petal-soft skin with the palms of his hands, and instantly afterwards taste her with his tongue. It should’ve started as bloody torture but ended in mind-blowing intimacy he couldn’t get through a day without. Soon he wanted more, and since has made her his fiance and the mother of his second child.
Masika was supposed to be more than what she’s become though. He was supposed to be more than what he’s become too. Their story wasn't supposed to just end with them starting a new life together and then that’s it! They were supposed to be getting married, and finding a house together to raise their children in.
A loud thump on the door reverberated into the large room.
It was a warning.
The second thump was the first attempt to break down the bedroom doors.
Michael’s time was up.
Having to figure out something to keep the makeshift rope from falling out the window and Masika to death, Michael stepped back into the dark bedroom with only a single dim candle for illumination and glanced down at the only anchored thing closest to him. It was the defective radiator on his side of the bed. It looked hefty, and would hopefully have enough weight to keep Masika suspended without him. Having no choice but to take the chance, Michael tied it around the radiator.
“KOBRA!” Voices began to bellow from the otherside of the door, overlapping one another.
Grabbing a hold of his mask he had discarded on the floor, Michael pulled it back over his face. It was fitting to wear considering it was his own people that were about to murder him in cold-blood. Turning to the bed, he slipped his fingers between the mattress and the box spring to where he kept two sharp machete’s completely hidden from sight.
“KOBRA!” The voices continued to roar like a sea of devoted fans singing along to their favorite band.
Spinning around, Michael faced the bedroom door just as a loud thud bang against it, his hands curled tightly on the hilt of his machetes, ready for blood. His eyes watched as the door shifted and weakened under the endless assault from the rapacious Killjoys desperate to get to him. Howling and screeching, his ferocious family sounded like the hounds from hell with all the ruckus they were generating in order to strike fear into him. It still wasn’t working. At least as long as Masika got away alive.
The door began to splinter and give way to the rampage on the other side. When it couldn't hold back any longer, the Killjoys came spilling in like a horde of cockroaches hungry to spill the blood of the man that had trained them, sheltered them and protected them for all these fruiltess years.
Spinning his machete in both hands, Michael charged straight toward them on a collision course straight to hell.
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From down below where Masika was swinging towards the tree, this time likely successful in reaching it, however, her ears perked up at the sound of a gunshot piercing through the night from the broken stained glass window above her. Face draining of blood, her head snapped upwards, brown eyes wide with horror that the bullet from that gun could’ve just flown straight into her fiance’s chest right now.
Her heart plummeted when she couldn't see Michael above holding onto the makeshift rope he put together to save her and their child. She couldn’t see a damn thing, just hear what sounded like a faint scuffle up above before a series of overlapping screams and incoherent shouting went off at once.
“Michael…” Masika whispered to herself in hopes that she could somehow beckon her fiance back towards the broken window so she could see him again and assure herself he was still alive. But that didn’t happen. No one came until… “Michael?
“Oh, Sable dearie, is that you?” The voice of another Killjoy hailed out from above, their form cloaked due to the darkness of the night. She didn’t have to see his face though to know that there was a sinister grin slashed across his face.
Suddenly, she felt a series of gentle tugs on the makeshift rope that she nearly missed because they were so faint. Curious, she squinted her eyes to see better up. The guy obviously wasn’t climbing down so…oh no.
He was cutting the makeshift rope!
Gasping with fright at where she might fall, Masika desperately kicked out at the side of the building to swing herself towards that blasted tree. She tried with all her might again and again knowing at any minute she could fall to her death. Finally, when her hand had managed to reach onto the branch and grab ahold of it, the rope decided it would be the perfect time to give way on her. Masika couldn’t hear the tearing from up above as an indicator that she was about to fall and so when she fell she forced herself to bite back a scream as she lost her grip on the branch and fell into the pool down below.
Everything was out of Michael’s hands. All he could do now was watch his beloved Masika scale down the side of the three-story building the Killjoys recently took shelter in all the while trying to breathe past a lump of hysteria lodged in his throat. With his upper body hanging out of the broken stained glass window, Michael kept a hold of the makeshift rope while his fiance descended past his reach. Wishing he could feel one last physical connection with her, his hand held onto the knotted sheet instead for dear life as his eyes watched her carefully work her way to the end of the makeshift rope he constructed.
Suddenly, over his shoulder, Michael heard scratching outside of the locked double door of their bedroom they had claimed. It took only seconds for him to realize that it was the tip of the blades scratching along the wood of the door which meant the Killjoys were on the other side attempting to instill fear in him. It semi-worked. Michael wasn’t petrified that his life would end the moment they entered the room. No, he was petrified that his pregnant fiance would be discovered and soon apprehended if she didn’t get away in time.
Ignoring the scratching on the other side of the double doors, Michael narrowed his eyes on Masika as she became shrouded in darkness the further she descended away from him. He had to make sure she made it. He just had to!
“Oooooh, KOBRA!” A male voice sang from the hallway before breaking into a fit of giggles.
Dash. Figures.
Michael would have rolled his eyes if it wasn’t so fixated on his fiance getting farther and farther from his sight. He wondered if he’d be able to see her once she reached the ground…a ground she’d have to first figure out how to get to without breaking her legs first. They only had so many sheets in the bedroom for him to tie into a rope. It wouldn’t reach the ground which was why he suggested she either fall into the pool below or down into one of the closest surrounding trees to prevent any damage done to her body or the baby.
“My dear dear dear, Kobra!” Dash continued to serenade against the door as the surrounding Killjoys ran the tips of their sharpened weapons against the doors, scratching into the wood leaving light lines in their path. “It’s tiiiiime!”
If Michael was facing this incoming tidal wave of death alone, he’d bark at Dash to shove it, but he couldn’t. If he made a sound, they could hear him and locate exactly where he was standing within the room. Discovering that he was standing by the window would likely make them suspect he was attempting to silently make his escape out the window, and then they’d proceed to split up and charge outside to discover his fiance trying to make her own escape. They’d surely capture her and then…Michael couldn’t stomach imagining what they’d do to her next.
When Masika seemed to slow and then use her foot to swing out towards the trees closest to her, Michael realized she’d finally reached the button of her makeshift rope and was now trying to descend the rest of the way safely by tree. He didn’t fight the smile stretching across his face from the profound pride and overflowing love he felt for this woman.
Once upon a time, she had been a defenseless prize he had to have for himself and so for the first time ever he put his foot down and unfairly claimed her for himself. What he had planned to do with her, he hadn’t known at the time. The thought of piercing her flesh with sharp torturing utensils or bruising her melanin skin with his hands never appealed to him. Rather he wanted to see her flesh bare with his own eyes, touch the petal-soft skin with the palms of his hands, and instantly afterwards taste her with his tongue. It should’ve started as bloody torture but ended in mind-blowing intimacy he couldn’t get through a day without. Soon he wanted more, and since has made her his fiance and the mother of his second child.
Masika was supposed to be more than what she’s become though. He was supposed to be more than what he’s become too. Their story wasn't supposed to just end with them starting a new life together and then that’s it! They were supposed to be getting married, and finding a house together to raise their children in.
A loud thump on the door reverberated into the large room.
It was a warning.
The second thump was the first attempt to break down the bedroom doors.
Michael’s time was up.
Having to figure out something to keep the makeshift rope from falling out the window and Masika to death, Michael stepped back into the dark bedroom with only a single dim candle for illumination and glanced down at the only anchored thing closest to him. It was the defective radiator on his side of the bed. It looked hefty, and would hopefully have enough weight to keep Masika suspended without him. Having no choice but to take the chance, Michael tied it around the radiator.
“KOBRA!” Voices began to bellow from the otherside of the door, overlapping one another.
Grabbing a hold of his mask he had discarded on the floor, Michael pulled it back over his face. It was fitting to wear considering it was his own people that were about to murder him in cold-blood. Turning to the bed, he slipped his fingers between the mattress and the box spring to where he kept two sharp machete’s completely hidden from sight.
“KOBRA!” The voices continued to roar like a sea of devoted fans singing along to their favorite band.
Spinning around, Michael faced the bedroom door just as a loud thud bang against it, his hands curled tightly on the hilt of his machetes, ready for blood. His eyes watched as the door shifted and weakened under the endless assault from the rapacious Killjoys desperate to get to him. Howling and screeching, his ferocious family sounded like the hounds from hell with all the ruckus they were generating in order to strike fear into him. It still wasn’t working. At least as long as Masika got away alive.
The door began to splinter and give way to the rampage on the other side. When it couldn't hold back any longer, the Killjoys came spilling in like a horde of cockroaches hungry to spill the blood of the man that had trained them, sheltered them and protected them for all these fruiltess years.
Spinning his machete in both hands, Michael charged straight toward them on a collision course straight to hell.
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From down below where Masika was swinging towards the tree, this time likely successful in reaching it, however, her ears perked up at the sound of a gunshot piercing through the night from the broken stained glass window above her. Face draining of blood, her head snapped upwards, brown eyes wide with horror that the bullet from that gun could’ve just flown straight into her fiance’s chest right now.
Her heart plummeted when she couldn't see Michael above holding onto the makeshift rope he put together to save her and their child. She couldn’t see a damn thing, just hear what sounded like a faint scuffle up above before a series of overlapping screams and incoherent shouting went off at once.
“Michael…” Masika whispered to herself in hopes that she could somehow beckon her fiance back towards the broken window so she could see him again and assure herself he was still alive. But that didn’t happen. No one came until… “Michael?
“Oh, Sable dearie, is that you?” The voice of another Killjoy hailed out from above, their form cloaked due to the darkness of the night. She didn’t have to see his face though to know that there was a sinister grin slashed across his face.
Suddenly, she felt a series of gentle tugs on the makeshift rope that she nearly missed because they were so faint. Curious, she squinted her eyes to see better up. The guy obviously wasn’t climbing down so…oh no.
He was cutting the makeshift rope!
Gasping with fright at where she might fall, Masika desperately kicked out at the side of the building to swing herself towards that blasted tree. She tried with all her might again and again knowing at any minute she could fall to her death. Finally, when her hand had managed to reach onto the branch and grab ahold of it, the rope decided it would be the perfect time to give way on her. Masika couldn’t hear the tearing from up above as an indicator that she was about to fall and so when she fell she forced herself to bite back a scream as she lost her grip on the branch and fell into the pool down below.