LOG; Final Moments; Armando + Sierra
Who: Armando and Sierra
When: Tonight
What: Fate catches Armando
The children were visiting friends and had taken the dog with them. Now was as good a time as any to catch up on his reading. Armando scoured the bookshelves until he found his dog-eared copy of The Great Gatsby, then sat down and opened it to the foreword.
He was ten pages in when he suddenly felt a sharp sensation in his chest. Fear washed over him like a tidal wave, but the pain was gone as fast as it came. Indigestion, he told himself, but before he could go back to his reading like nothing happened, it came again, sharper this time.
"No," he gasped. "Not now..."
Pulling himself up from the chair, he staggered towards the phone. He would only have time to call one person, two at the most, to say goodbye. Armando gasped for breath as he dialed Sierra's number
After the long day at work, Sierra had made herself comfortable on the couch. She had just closed her eyes when the phone started to ring almost causing her to fall off the couch.
She picked herself off the floor and made her way to the phone. After picking it up she said, "Hello Alderman residence, this is Sierra."
"S-Sierra," Armando gasped, "I just....wanted to say....g...goodbye...it's-" He heard a click. "Sierra?!"
At first, Sierra was happy to hear Armando, but then it didn’t take her long to realize something was wrong. Sierra hadn’t even waited for Armando to finish talking before she had dropped the phone and rushed out the door.
The drive to his house was filled with Sierra saying, "Oh God. Please let him be alright," over and over in her head. And within minutes, Sierra had arrived at his house. She quickly turned off the car and ran to the front door and began knocking on it.
Armando opened the door without even asking who it was, and instantly wished he hadn't.
"S-Sierra...I..." He sank to his knees, clutching his chest. He didn't want her to see him like this, didn't want her to watch the last bloody moments of his life.
Might be good, though, someone'll need to clear your corpse outta here before the kids get home, he thought. He coughed as another stab of pain hit him, and his hand came away with blood on it.
Sierra’s eyes widened, "God no." She went to her knees to stay at the same level as him. She swallowed hard trying to hold back her tears. Sierra found she couldn’t say much of anything, but what was she supposed to say?
She was trying to stay calm, trying to put on the brave face she had been wearing since Armando had told her what was supposed to happen. But it wasn’t going to happen this time. She put her arms around him and held on, realizing she wouldn’t be able to hold back her tears much longer she quietly said, "I’ll look after the kids, I promise."
"Thank you." The words painfully wrenched themselves from his throat, he could feel something pressing against his chest, straining to break free. "'m sorry, Sierra...I...if only we'd had more...time...meeting you was..." Tears of both pain and sorrow dripped down his cheeks. "...best thing...this year..." Blood stained the front of his shirt now, he could feel death's icy hands reaching for him.
Sierra continued to hold onto Armando, afraid to let go. "I..." she started through her tears, "I love you."
Her confession only hurt more; he knew if they'd had more time together he'd eventually feel the same way, that Mirella would have wanted this, for him to be happy while he was still alive.
"Thank you...for everything..." he barely managed to get out before he fell away from her, feeling himself tear apart from the inside. It would be over soon. "Y-you might...want to back away, I..." He'd hate for her to be soaked in his blood when it happened.
She stood up and backed away only a little, not wanting to go too far. She brought her hands over her mouth as she shook her head in disbelief that any of this was happening.
All too soon it was over; Armando was overcome with crippling pain as something sharp burst through his chest. The last thing he saw was Mirella's smiling face, beckoning him to follow her. He did.
A split second later, all that was left of Armando was the sword.
Sierra found herself looking at where Armando had been, the sword now in his place. She was covered in blood, his blood, the same blood that covered the walls and everything around her. She stood shaking a bit, before her legs gave out from under her and she fell to the floor.
She had to get the sword to Gabriela. She had to clean things up before the kids were home. Oh God... the kids. She thought. Sierra clenched her sides and leaned over, her eyes filling with tears.
There were things she had to do. But all Sierra wanted to do right now, was cry.
When: Tonight
What: Fate catches Armando
The children were visiting friends and had taken the dog with them. Now was as good a time as any to catch up on his reading. Armando scoured the bookshelves until he found his dog-eared copy of The Great Gatsby, then sat down and opened it to the foreword.
He was ten pages in when he suddenly felt a sharp sensation in his chest. Fear washed over him like a tidal wave, but the pain was gone as fast as it came. Indigestion, he told himself, but before he could go back to his reading like nothing happened, it came again, sharper this time.
"No," he gasped. "Not now..."
Pulling himself up from the chair, he staggered towards the phone. He would only have time to call one person, two at the most, to say goodbye. Armando gasped for breath as he dialed Sierra's number
After the long day at work, Sierra had made herself comfortable on the couch. She had just closed her eyes when the phone started to ring almost causing her to fall off the couch.
She picked herself off the floor and made her way to the phone. After picking it up she said, "Hello Alderman residence, this is Sierra."
"S-Sierra," Armando gasped, "I just....wanted to say....g...goodbye...it's-" He heard a click. "Sierra?!"
At first, Sierra was happy to hear Armando, but then it didn’t take her long to realize something was wrong. Sierra hadn’t even waited for Armando to finish talking before she had dropped the phone and rushed out the door.
The drive to his house was filled with Sierra saying, "Oh God. Please let him be alright," over and over in her head. And within minutes, Sierra had arrived at his house. She quickly turned off the car and ran to the front door and began knocking on it.
Armando opened the door without even asking who it was, and instantly wished he hadn't.
"S-Sierra...I..." He sank to his knees, clutching his chest. He didn't want her to see him like this, didn't want her to watch the last bloody moments of his life.
Might be good, though, someone'll need to clear your corpse outta here before the kids get home, he thought. He coughed as another stab of pain hit him, and his hand came away with blood on it.
Sierra’s eyes widened, "God no." She went to her knees to stay at the same level as him. She swallowed hard trying to hold back her tears. Sierra found she couldn’t say much of anything, but what was she supposed to say?
She was trying to stay calm, trying to put on the brave face she had been wearing since Armando had told her what was supposed to happen. But it wasn’t going to happen this time. She put her arms around him and held on, realizing she wouldn’t be able to hold back her tears much longer she quietly said, "I’ll look after the kids, I promise."
"Thank you." The words painfully wrenched themselves from his throat, he could feel something pressing against his chest, straining to break free. "'m sorry, Sierra...I...if only we'd had more...time...meeting you was..." Tears of both pain and sorrow dripped down his cheeks. "...best thing...this year..." Blood stained the front of his shirt now, he could feel death's icy hands reaching for him.
Sierra continued to hold onto Armando, afraid to let go. "I..." she started through her tears, "I love you."
Her confession only hurt more; he knew if they'd had more time together he'd eventually feel the same way, that Mirella would have wanted this, for him to be happy while he was still alive.
"Thank you...for everything..." he barely managed to get out before he fell away from her, feeling himself tear apart from the inside. It would be over soon. "Y-you might...want to back away, I..." He'd hate for her to be soaked in his blood when it happened.
She stood up and backed away only a little, not wanting to go too far. She brought her hands over her mouth as she shook her head in disbelief that any of this was happening.
All too soon it was over; Armando was overcome with crippling pain as something sharp burst through his chest. The last thing he saw was Mirella's smiling face, beckoning him to follow her. He did.
A split second later, all that was left of Armando was the sword.
Sierra found herself looking at where Armando had been, the sword now in his place. She was covered in blood, his blood, the same blood that covered the walls and everything around her. She stood shaking a bit, before her legs gave out from under her and she fell to the floor.
She had to get the sword to Gabriela. She had to clean things up before the kids were home. Oh God... the kids. She thought. Sierra clenched her sides and leaned over, her eyes filling with tears.
There were things she had to do. But all Sierra wanted to do right now, was cry.