[ Will had opened his eyes, with hopes that this time he'd see nothing, no Jill or her double, that he'd be back in his own room and away from whatever madness was going on. As it happned... Will, unfortunately, opened his eyes at the very moment Jill pulled the trigger. Her words he'd come fast and unclear, he couldn't understand the logic behind it. Why would Jill be so willing, to so easily take her life and in return for his? what good was Will's life if it meant costing someone so precious as Jill, hers? ]
... Noooo!! NO!
[ The word came out with such force, such volume as Will watched in utter disbelief. The spray of warm, slick fluid splattered his face as his chair finally fell to the side. All of his pushing and struggling to free himself finally resulted in him toppling himself over. And there he lay. On his side still seated in the chair, the vermillion of her blood seeping out to touch his face. Warm but growing cooler by the second. ]
Jill! JILL!!! No, no, no, please! Please no! Jill!!
[ Thrashing around, feeling the wooden armrests break as did the legs, Will managing to pull his arms forwards, snapping the remaining wood between them. Though they were still bound they were at least in front of him now. Moving to stand, his feet slipping and skidding him back down to his knees as he treads in the ever growing puddle of her blood.
Frustrated and in a panic, Will gnawed at his bonds, snapping them in the middle. Throwing himself over her body as he pulled her onto her back. Scooping up handfuls of blood from shaking hands, as he tried to press and apply presure to both sides of her temple. The entry and very messy exit wounds. ]
No... Jill, please... No, you can't die! No! ... no
[ Panting, sobbing heavy, fast tears that blurred his vision. Part of him knew it was futile, but still, he tore her over vest open and started to pound his fist against her sternum before frantically starting compressions. Tipping her limp head back to breath into her mouth as all the while blood started to slow its flow from her wounds.
Sitting upright where he straddled over her, throwing his head back and screaming, bereaved and overwhelmed with the sadness that might have well shot straight through his chest like the bullet that took Jill from him. The screaming broke as his crying grew harder and deepened. Will wobbled as he came to a stand, scooping Jill's limp body, cold and bereft of life up in his arms. His eyes were fixed, staring forwards and Will began to walk. Despite his own wounds, despite how exhausted he was, he carried Jill's corpse out into the streets almost falling with every other step.
He didn't know where he was going, he couldn't think. Each step he felt her arms sway long and loose like wet clothes on a line and he cried. Oh, how he cried. His legs finally buckled under him, almost dropping her body as he came crashing down to his knees in defeat. Doubling over, pressing his face into her stomach and sobbing loudly, inconsolably.
Empathy was a bitch. Will might as well have died alongside her for all that it hurt him too. ]
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... Noooo!! NO!
[ The word came out with such force, such volume as Will watched in utter disbelief. The spray of warm, slick fluid splattered his face as his chair finally fell to the side. All of his pushing and struggling to free himself finally resulted in him toppling himself over. And there he lay. On his side still seated in the chair, the vermillion of her blood seeping out to touch his face. Warm but growing cooler by the second. ]
Jill! JILL!!! No, no, no, please! Please no! Jill!!
[ Thrashing around, feeling the wooden armrests break as did the legs, Will managing to pull his arms forwards, snapping the remaining wood between them. Though they were still bound they were at least in front of him now. Moving to stand, his feet slipping and skidding him back down to his knees as he treads in the ever growing puddle of her blood.
Frustrated and in a panic, Will gnawed at his bonds, snapping them in the middle. Throwing himself over her body as he pulled her onto her back. Scooping up handfuls of blood from shaking hands, as he tried to press and apply presure to both sides of her temple. The entry and very messy exit wounds. ]
No... Jill, please... No, you can't die! No! ... no
[ Panting, sobbing heavy, fast tears that blurred his vision. Part of him knew it was futile, but still, he tore her over vest open and started to pound his fist against her sternum before frantically starting compressions. Tipping her limp head back to breath into her mouth as all the while blood started to slow its flow from her wounds.
Sitting upright where he straddled over her, throwing his head back and screaming, bereaved and overwhelmed with the sadness that might have well shot straight through his chest like the bullet that took Jill from him. The screaming broke as his crying grew harder and deepened. Will wobbled as he came to a stand, scooping Jill's limp body, cold and bereft of life up in his arms. His eyes were fixed, staring forwards and Will began to walk. Despite his own wounds, despite how exhausted he was, he carried Jill's corpse out into the streets almost falling with every other step.
He didn't know where he was going, he couldn't think. Each step he felt her arms sway long and loose like wet clothes on a line and he cried. Oh, how he cried. His legs finally buckled under him, almost dropping her body as he came crashing down to his knees in defeat. Doubling over, pressing his face into her stomach and sobbing loudly, inconsolably.
Empathy was a bitch. Will might as well have died alongside her for all that it hurt him too. ]