[TM] Prompt 19a - what if?
He holds his arms wide in front of the blade and waits, watching his friend’s struggle even as he himself stood calm, almost peaceful. He could hear the low murmur of the guests in the church, odd snippets of words and phrases, could hear Lisa panicked breaths from behind him, feel the upset and the fear coming from her. Hyde twists violently inside him and he knows…he knows it’s only a matter of time before he loses what control he has on the situation, he knows that it’s only a matter of time and he didn’t know what Hyde would do and he couldn’t let him hurt her anymore that he has done.
“Please John, set me free, set us all free” and his voice is thick with emotion, the urge to cry so very strong.
He watches the emotions flicker across John’s face, upset, anger, and finally acceptance.
“I can’t Henry…” he whispers and he can see tears in the other man’s eyes also.
“Please, we promised…” he cries and he feels his resolve waiver a little as he stands there, his eyes fixed on the sword.
“I…” John starts and he knows then what he must do.
He takes the choice from him, running forwards all at once, fast so the other man cannot pull away.
The sword strikes deep into his chest and as he groans loudly, his hands clutched to his chest he knows
“Lisa?” he gasps, his legs giving out on him almost immediately as he falls to the floor in a heap.
He can hear the shocked words of the guests around him, can hear her scream as she rushes to him and through bleary eyes he can see her - his angel, his Lisa.
“Lisa?” he speaks again, his voice faltering. He moistens his lips once, twice, trying to find words, trying to find breath as everything seems to slow down. Peace seems to fill him, every part of him and there’s only him in this moment, him and Lisa and it’s almost heaven.
She hushes him with a slow, long kiss to his lips and he is vaguely aware of her tears and her arms around him tightly and she’s whispering something he only hears vaguely as his eyes close.
“Sleep, my tormented love.”
“Please John, set me free, set us all free” and his voice is thick with emotion, the urge to cry so very strong.
He watches the emotions flicker across John’s face, upset, anger, and finally acceptance.
“I can’t Henry…” he whispers and he can see tears in the other man’s eyes also.
“Please, we promised…” he cries and he feels his resolve waiver a little as he stands there, his eyes fixed on the sword.
“I…” John starts and he knows then what he must do.
He takes the choice from him, running forwards all at once, fast so the other man cannot pull away.
The sword strikes deep into his chest and as he groans loudly, his hands clutched to his chest he knows
“Lisa?” he gasps, his legs giving out on him almost immediately as he falls to the floor in a heap.
He can hear the shocked words of the guests around him, can hear her scream as she rushes to him and through bleary eyes he can see her - his angel, his Lisa.
“Lisa?” he speaks again, his voice faltering. He moistens his lips once, twice, trying to find words, trying to find breath as everything seems to slow down. Peace seems to fill him, every part of him and there’s only him in this moment, him and Lisa and it’s almost heaven.
She hushes him with a slow, long kiss to his lips and he is vaguely aware of her tears and her arms around him tightly and she’s whispering something he only hears vaguely as his eyes close.
“Sleep, my tormented love.”