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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
4,154
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4 : Pain
I stood there looking over the mangled bodies, wishing that their death was more intense, more severe, more painful. Finally, I realized, that Jack was bleeding to death, and I had to save her; because I would never let her die on me. I knelt down once more, and felt her pulse. Her heart was barely beating. I knew I had to get her to the ship, and heal her as fast as I possibly could. I gently lifted her in my arms, and carried inside the gut of the ship, down the hall, and to the med lab. I gently laid her on the table, and began the tests. All those fuckin' machines, sending back all those negitive paragraphs on how there was no hope; that her system was failing, and nothing could save her.
They were wrong. I was NOT gonna let her die.
I poured every imaginable medication in her body within the limits. I willed her to survive. I spent days just sitting there, waiting for those beautiful eyes to open, and that big, perfect smile to shine up at me. After two weeks, I have to admit, I was giving up. I didn't think she would live. There was no change in her. I felt life, start to drain from me. I felt myself dying without her, and it was at that moment, I realized, she was truly what I wanted. I kicked myself in the ass, hell...I still do, for not seeing it sooner. For not taking her in my arms, and kissing her passionately, and making love to her, before all this happened.
I prayed even more.
I remember the day when I was ready to say goodbye. My heart ached. Ached beyond anything conceivable. I stood from my seat, and I slowly walked to her seemingly lifeless form, and pulled her to me. I held her so tight, and I cried...I cried so many tears. I tried to will myself to say goodbye to her, to have those words pass through my lips; but they wouldn't. I knew...that as soon as I said those words, then she would float above, and out of my life; and there was no way in hell I could take that.
Then something happened....
I heard a voice...I know sounds strange, but it's true. I heard a voice tell me she loved me, and that it was time for me to let her go, because she was in a better place. It said...'Release the one you love, and set them free....what's meant to be...will be.' I wasn't sure what to make of that. I thought I was losing my mind. I don't know exactly when my hand started moving, but slowly my finger made their way to the button, that ended it all for her. I hestiated. I thought...what if I did cut off her life, when there was a chance she could come back.
But that voice....it haunted me.
I stood there looking over the mangled bodies, wishing that their death was more intense, more severe, more painful. Finally, I realized, that Jack was bleeding to death, and I had to save her; because I would never let her die on me. I knelt down once more, and felt her pulse. Her heart was barely beating. I knew I had to get her to the ship, and heal her as fast as I possibly could. I gently lifted her in my arms, and carried inside the gut of the ship, down the hall, and to the med lab. I gently laid her on the table, and began the tests. All those fuckin' machines, sending back all those negitive paragraphs on how there was no hope; that her system was failing, and nothing could save her.
They were wrong. I was NOT gonna let her die.
I poured every imaginable medication in her body within the limits. I willed her to survive. I spent days just sitting there, waiting for those beautiful eyes to open, and that big, perfect smile to shine up at me. After two weeks, I have to admit, I was giving up. I didn't think she would live. There was no change in her. I felt life, start to drain from me. I felt myself dying without her, and it was at that moment, I realized, she was truly what I wanted. I kicked myself in the ass, hell...I still do, for not seeing it sooner. For not taking her in my arms, and kissing her passionately, and making love to her, before all this happened.
I prayed even more.
I remember the day when I was ready to say goodbye. My heart ached. Ached beyond anything conceivable. I stood from my seat, and I slowly walked to her seemingly lifeless form, and pulled her to me. I held her so tight, and I cried...I cried so many tears. I tried to will myself to say goodbye to her, to have those words pass through my lips; but they wouldn't. I knew...that as soon as I said those words, then she would float above, and out of my life; and there was no way in hell I could take that.
Then something happened....
I heard a voice...I know sounds strange, but it's true. I heard a voice tell me she loved me, and that it was time for me to let her go, because she was in a better place. It said...'Release the one you love, and set them free....what's meant to be...will be.' I wasn't sure what to make of that. I thought I was losing my mind. I don't know exactly when my hand started moving, but slowly my finger made their way to the button, that ended it all for her. I hestiated. I thought...what if I did cut off her life, when there was a chance she could come back.
But that voice....it haunted me.