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Disgust and rage quickly turned into horror when the military leader felt the machine matter begin the climb up his neck and to his head. With blood that was already quickly changing like molten steel running hot through his veins, it was becoming so potent that it was making his mind fuzzy. Forcing himself to move, John rolled from his side to face Kyle who was staring down at him in wide eyed fear and pain. Flinging a hand over that he could no longer consider his own, John caught Kyle’s wrist in a steel tight grasp that actually caused the man to cry out.
“Kyle.” John wheezed, forcing his eyes open to see his best friend and father for possibly the last time. The intense blue that his eyes had been was now a swirling and flickering gray. “Your gun. Take it out.” The words were forced through grit teeth.
“John…what….I-“
“DO IT.” The scream was wrought of pain and desperation and had the soldier reaching for the hand gun at his hip.
“What’s…” Sarah stared down at her son, horrified as the silver crept up his face, overtaking the scars that had become familiar to her.
Once the gun was in sight, John caught the wrist that held it in a shaking grasp and guided it down so the muzzle rested on his own forehead. “You have to…” He trailed off, gasping in pain before he managed to grit out his next words. “Kill me. Please.”
“What…” The soldier breathed, mouth dropping open in horror before his expression turned angery. “No! Are you fucking crazy! No! John! I’m not going to shoot you!”
**Art from my fanfic ‘The future is never set’ www.fanfiction.net/s/11376995/…
I just….have all of these emotions
“Kyle.” John wheezed, forcing his eyes open to see his best friend and father for possibly the last time. The intense blue that his eyes had been was now a swirling and flickering gray. “Your gun. Take it out.” The words were forced through grit teeth.
“John…what….I-“
“DO IT.” The scream was wrought of pain and desperation and had the soldier reaching for the hand gun at his hip.
“What’s…” Sarah stared down at her son, horrified as the silver crept up his face, overtaking the scars that had become familiar to her.
Once the gun was in sight, John caught the wrist that held it in a shaking grasp and guided it down so the muzzle rested on his own forehead. “You have to…” He trailed off, gasping in pain before he managed to grit out his next words. “Kill me. Please.”
“What…” The soldier breathed, mouth dropping open in horror before his expression turned angery. “No! Are you fucking crazy! No! John! I’m not going to shoot you!”
**Art from my fanfic ‘The future is never set’ www.fanfiction.net/s/11376995/…
I just….have all of these emotions
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This reminds me of the final scene in dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde: the musical