Wednesday, 10 April 2013

JS part 1

He’s been shot and cut and he's covered in blood. He has that look of pure lust for vengeance on his face. As he struggles to stand pure adrenaline pushes him forward. He raises his gun, I can see the determination in his eyes he can never hide it from me his eyes bare all. The man holding me has no idea the mistake he’s made, most would believe taking a mans heart and sole would force him to submit but not this time. I knew he would come and I knew nothing would stop him from holding me in his arms again. He’s a killer he always has been it’s all he knows I am his one link to humanity I keep him alive, and he will never let anyone take me away, I am his life. He walks slowly towards us, gun raised eyes fixed on mine I know I am his only weakness looking in my eyes would make him doubt what he is about to do so i look away. He focuses on the men around him I see his eyes go blank that look used to scare me but now it burns in my body, a heat only he can cause. Most women would cry out, not me, his hair sweaty and covered with blood, his shirt torn where the knife sliced his chest, his left arm struggling for strength from the gunshot. To be honest I’d never wanted him more, my body ached for him as I stood there. I knew what was next, these men were already dead. He turns and shoots the two men behind him, the man to his left grabs his left arm. Reflex and pain set him in motion, the idiot that touched him is on his back within seconds, he crouches down and in one quick motion slits the mans throat spraying blood all over the front of his chest and face. Without hesitating he’s up and lunging for the final man, they trade shots but johnny is fierce and has nothing to loose. He grabs his neck and chokes him as he jerks his knife into the mans ribs. Before he hits the ground Johnny is already headed toward us. I feel the knife at my throat draw blood as my terrified captor tenses up. I look into the eyes of the man I love, it’s not fear and desperation he, sees its pure confidence and love. He can see how much I need him, how badly I need to be in his arms. His eyes turn cold as he looks at the man holding me, the knife at my throat and then he sees the blood. The site of my blood infuriates him, rage takes over him “get your fucking hands off of her" the man holding me just keeps repeating how he didn’t know and he’s sorry it’s all a mistake, but that doesn’t matter anymore, he started something that Johnny is going to finish. Again he tells him to let me go, the man holding me steps backward pulling me with him as Johnny advances. As he does he trips, taking me down with him. I scream out in pain as the knife penetrates my shoulder. I’ve never seen him move so fast, he was on us in seconds, he ripped his knife into the guys stomach and he gurgles his last breath. Johnny pulls me up and checks my shoulder. I tell him I’m fine not to worry and to hold me and never let go. He wraps his strong arms around me and holds my body tight to his. I wrap my arms around his neck, the images of what just happened running through my head, the look in his eyes when he saw the blood running down my neck ignites a fire in the pit of my stomach. I whisper how much I love him, how much I need him. He tells me he would die without me. He holds my face in his hands and looks in my eyes, he’s always said he knew I was the one the first time he looked into my eyes. He can see how dark blue they are, he can feel how heavy I’m breathing and the slight touch of my finger tips, tracing the cut on his chest. He gently pulls me close and lightly kisses my lips. I tell him that he’s mine forever and I’m never letting him go. He held me tighter "babe your my life and I will alway come for you. I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you" he effortlessly lifted me up and carried me away from the horror and the carnage. I tell him he saved my life, how he is my hero he stops and looks at me with a look I’ve never seen before in the two years I’ve loved him. A look of desperation. He kisses my lips “you don’t understand. I am who I am today because of you, before you I was nothing, I was a machine, all I knew was death. The moment I looked into your eyes when we met I knew that there was more, that I could be more."

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