Til Death Do Us Part
It all happened so fast, one moment Harley was cupping B’s face tenderly and the air around them was still and heavy with sombre defeat, but in the very next moment B was enraged, stumbling back.
Ryou stood as far back as his chains would allow, for fear the killer would collapse right into him. His mind was ticking over what had happened, before he saw the needle in B’s neck.
She’d drugged him. He stared in shock at the scene, however during his fixation a gentle hand pressed against his face and turned him to the side.
The officer stared in shock through swollen to see the doctor before him, and let out a muffled noise of relief behind the cloth gag. It was then that the reality of the situation dawned on him; they were rescuing him, together?
The officer turned his head, tearing his eyes away from Bakura - which was harder than he had ever thought possible - and saw B standing hunched and enraged before he made a mad dash for Harley in a final fit of violence, the knife lifted high in the air.
The officer’s instincts kicked in instantly, and he tore himself away from Bakura to throw his body into B, using his shoulder to barge him and hopefully knock the drugged killer off his feet.
He was coming at her with a knife, a look of manic rage contorting his features into something inhumane. For a moment, after everything – the plotting and the planning and the touching – she froze up like a deer caught in the headlights.
She was about to die, and her body wouldn’t do as told. Her legs wouldn’t obey her, her muscles were tensed up, and she was screaming at herself to fucking do something.
You’re going to die, and it will be because you were too fucking stupid to jump out the way. What are you doing? Move!
Then suddenly, there was a blur of white beside her and Ryou was throwing himself at B with all his weight. She couldn’t do anything but stare, relief washing through her – and then fresh panic.
No Ryou, no get away from him.
The doctor never paid any attention or care for the other two figures once he had believed things to be settled. And that was his mistake. There was no mistaking the loss of warmth for the cool air, and his head turned sharply watching the display.
The officer was a fucking idiot, his idiot, but still one none the less. The doctor pondered for a moment, a matter of quick reflection, what was wrong with him to simply jump out for someone he was not sure would do the same? He felt himself moving after him reaching out with a desperate need, feet holding themselves to the rotten floor when there was no hope of stopping what was about to unfold. His skills would have to wait until the backlash started, as long as the heart continued to beat there would be time. His eyes looked to side, staring down the woman who stood still.
If the officer lost his life, there was only one person leaving the ruined wedding halls alive. That much he would assure.