Torture Ending 2
I was groggy with pain. I'm not sure how long I'd been here but I knew I wouldn't be here much longer. They'd called the cops. Turned me in. But for some reason I hadn't been moved to prison, well not yet anyway. Instead I'd been kept tied up in this small room. It was probably so they could keep torturing me. And they did. But faithfully, everyday after the pain, L would come and make it better. Even now the door was opening.
But something was wrong. His footsteps were a little quicker than normal and the air seemed to crackle with the tension radiating off him. A hand gently caressed my cheek that was beginning to swell already.
"Light, I have to get you out of here. Soon. Tonight," his voice was an urgent whisper and I felt hope flood me at the thought of getting out. Only to be crushed again a second later when I realized what would happen to L if he let me go.
"You can't. You'll be killed for letting a fugitive go," it hurt me to say it but I needed to protect him. I would be dying anyway.
"They're going to give you the electric chair tomorrow," L stressed, meeting me square in the eye. "I can't lose you. I never meant for it to happen. But I think I might really love you." I didn't even get a chance to reply as his lips were against mine. He'd kissed me many times before but never with so much desperation, need and love. I lost myself to the feel of his lips, marveling at how great he was.
"I love you too," I whimpered when he'd pulled back for breath. Quickly he untied me, catching my weak body before I hit the ground. It had been weeks since I'd last stood up on my own and my legs were struggling to take my weight.
"How are we getting out?" I asked as we made our way to the door.
"I'm not completely sure yet. I only just found out and immediately came here. But I'm sure we'll manage."
"We're winging it?" the thought panicked me but I suppressed it. We were half way to the door when it was thrown open.
"What's going on here?" my father demanded in a hard voice. L let go of me and moved to approach him. Before he was more than a few steps a gun was pointed at my head. L took another step.
"Stop or I'll need to detain you L." A gun shot rang in the air and my eyes squeezed shut, readying myself for the impact. When it didn't come I looked to see L on the floor, bleeding from a chest wound.
"L!" I dropped to my knees besides him, cradling his head gently, running my fingers carefully through his hair. I held him in my arms as I looked up in time to see my father pull the trigger of the gun one more time.