-This will be the last chapter. Sorry I left the last one hangin but I needed a good stopping point. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

"Sir, oh my…" an older nurse jumped out of the way as the large mutant barreled into the intensive care unit.

He could smell Abby in the air. His stomach was turning as he smelled the blackness around him. Death and blood flooded his nostrils. The last time he had this feeling he was pulling Sarah's limp body off the ground.

"Victor!" Mary's voice cut through his fogged brain and relief began to flood his senses as he ran to her.

"Where is she?!"

"She's stabilized, but we still don't know if…" she stopped when she saw Victor's expression. He looked lost and he wanted her to be the person to help him. Her eyes filled up with tears and spilled over her cheeks, "I'm so sorry Victor."

"No," he didn't want to know how bad it was. "Where is she?" he watched as Mary pointed to the room behind her, and he began to walk slowly in that direction. He heard the sounds of the heart monitor, and as he got closer it sounded more and more like a hammer beating onto his brain. Her lip was stitched and her beautiful eye was swollen shut. He watched as the machines breathed for her, giving false hope she was okay. She looked like death. And he wanted it to be him. He fell to his knees beside the bed and lost control. His body was shaking as he touched her hand. He pulled back when he saw the marks from the restraints on her wrists. He knew if he hadn't pushed her away she would be in his arms, safe. He touched her hand gently to his lips, if only to steal a little of the pain from her. "Abby... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorr…" he couldn't hold on. This was all his fault. She might stay like this forever and it was his fault. His body shook from the sobs. He didn't cry when Sarah died. He merely placed her body down and avenged her, but how could he avenge Abby. He had done this to her. He was the reason her lip was bloodied. He was the reason her beautiful green eyes were shut in a coma. He rubbed her hand gently and cringed at the coldness of it. She wasn't the strong woman who had saved him at that moment. She was another one of his victims.

Mary walked into the room slowly, following the sounds of the sobs. Her heart broke at the scene in front of her. She quietly walked to Victor's broken body and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. She felt him fold away from her touch. "Victor, I know this is hard, but…"

"I did this to her. I did this," his voice was a whisper, and she could hear the thickness in his voice. "I love her. Did you know that?"

"No I didn't, but what do you mean you did this?" her voice was questioning and a tint of anger began to rise in it.

"She was good to me, and I pushed her away. Like everyone I get close to, they always break," he was zoning out and his voice began to even out. Mary began to get worried as his voice began to drop. His breathing became erratic, and her heart began to pound as she felt the become thick.

"You know I used to kill for pleasure. I used to watch my victims bleed through every orifice in their body," he began to rise as his voice took on an evil air. Mary could swear the room began to shrink as she felt one large, clawed hand wrap around her neck. His face was an inch from hers. His eyes were empty and cold, and she knew, in that moment, every piece of humanity vanished from his body. "You want to know my favorite part?" Mary's eye widened as his voice became a low growl. His teeth bared in response to her fear. He could smell it all over her. "The screams."

Mary's heart stopped as she felt those sharp nails begin to dig into her tender throat. She did the only she could think of at that moment.

He was enjoying her gasps but real satisfaction would only come when she screamed his name. "Scream!"

He froze when he saw her blue eyes begin to turn an eerie shade of black. Her face began to sink into a narrow shape, and her blonde hair was snaking around his wrist. "Let...go...of me," her voice was low and dark. He looked up just in time to see her delicate hand reach into his previousl.y injured side. He threw his head back and roared as he felt the steel rod being pushed back into him. He dropped her. Then the pain was gone. He was lying on the ground holding his side and shaking when Mary finally spoke. "I'm sorry I had to do that, but I told you to let go." She reached down and touched his head gently as she tried to regain composure. Her voice was softer now and her blue eyes were full of sorrow for the broken man. She touched his head gently in an attempt to calm down his shaking. She knew he was losing control. Abby had tamed him to a degree he was not used to. She could tell the change the moment she walked into the apartment. He needed her. "The affects should wear off. All we can do now is pray." She felt him scoff under her.

"Pray?!" He said it through gritted teeth. "Why would He give me anything I pray for?" He lowered his head as he remembered his last two.

"He has hasn't he?" Her head cocked in a knowing stare.

"How do you know what I...?"

"It doesn't matter how I know. All you need to know is that He knows what we need."

She helped to lift him onto the bed next to Abby's and smoothed back his hair. That was one thing about her mutation. After she administered the pain, there was a complete shut down of the body. His eyes began to close as the affects drained away from his body. With his last bit of strength he reached out and grabbed Mary's arm before she could leave. "Thank you." She knew what he meant and gave him a gentle nod before turning off the lights and closing the door. His heart was aching for Abby to be with him. He wanted to feel her fingers running through his hair and listen to her gentle breath as she slept. But all he could do was allow the constant "beep, beep, beep" of the heart monitor lull him into a restless sleep.

He didn't know how long the dreams plagued him. All he knew, was at that moment, Abby was holding him. "Abby?"

"Shhh," she was calming him. He was on her chest listening to her even breath. She wasn't hooked up to any machines, she was just beautiful Abby.

He wrapped his arms around her and felt whole for the first time in his life. "You're not real Abby," he whispered into her chest so she couldn't hear him. He knew this wasn't real. He would wake up and find her still attached to the machines. The things keeping her alive. The things which only emphasized how truly different they were. But here in this dream, he could hold her. He could listen to her breath without machines doing it for her. He could hold her here and protect her from everything around them. "You need to wake up for me Abby," his voice was thick with unshed tears, but she needed to hear the desperation. He watched as her hand began to cup his cheek. He pushed his face into her palm and kissed it. He hoped she could really feel it. He suddenly began to notice her face contorting in complete agony. She was gasping and coughing dangerously. She was choking! "Abby! Abby!" he held her face in his hands as he watched her struggle to breath.

He woke up to the sounds of machines screaming into his ears. He looked on in terror as Mary ran into the room. She began to pull all the machines off of her. The machines that kept her breathing. She was pulling the breathing tube from her throat and all he could do was sit in silent terror. "Abby!" Mary's voice rang in his head. She sounded distant from where he was standing. Then silence shook the room around him, and suddenly a cough broke him from the nightmare. She was breathing, without the help of the machines. "Hey girl, you gave me a heart attack," he watched as Mary cried over his Abby. She was hugging and crying. He also heard her crying.

"Where…" she began to cough dangerously and for a moment panic took him over again.

"Shhhh, don't try to talk. You were given a heavy dose of Gamma Hydroxy Butyrate or GHB. It's a type of date rape drug. Your mouth is a little burnt from the affects it caused. Try not to talk too much," Mary laid a comforting hand across Abby's face and gave her one last hug before turning to Victor. She walked to the hallway and gave them one more smile, washed in relief. She needed to sleep badly.

Her body was sore from the wrenching, but she needed to feel him touch her at that moment. She stretched her hand out to the side of the bed, as she finally laid her swollen green eyes on the broken man in front of her. Her eyes filled up with new found tears as she watched him fall to his knees by her side.

He never looked at her. He didn't deserve to look at her. He had watched her struggle to live, and he was the cause for the struggle. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," he kept his head bowed as if he was trying to repent at that very moment at her bedside.

She cupped his cheek gently in her palm. She needed to feel him no matter what he felt at that moment. "Victor? Will you hold me?" she was sobbing now. She didn't want him to break down at her side. She needed to feel his strength.

He turned his face gently into her hand and climbed gently into the bed. He did everything possible so as not to touch her. He needed her to be whole again, and he wasn't going to let him be the cause for her not healing correctly.

She couldn't believe him. She needed his touch, and he was treating her like a glass doll. "No you ass," her voice was raspy from the drugs and full of tears, but she commanded him at that moment to give her what she wanted. She grabbed his arm and laid it across her body and took his tear soaked face and placed it on her chest. Now she was complete. She began to realize just how sore her body was at that moment and slowly gave into the pain medication.

"I love you, Abby," he said it into her chest so she could feel his words course through her body. He felt her response as she began her gentle caresses of his hair. She ran her fingers gently through his hair, and he was whole again. "Thank you," he knew He got the message that night. He slept more soundly in those few hours than he had in years.

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"Victor! Move!"

"Look Abby, this side has a lot more space than that side,"

"If you don't move off of my side of the bed you are going to get it!"

"Abby! I'm a big guy and big guys need big spaces," she grew even angrier as his lips stretched into that grin. The one where got every tooth to show. Her laugh rang throughout the room.

"I guess I'm just goin to have to punish you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes! Move!" she jumped across the bed with a new found determination.

He caught her in mid air and pulled her into his side. She was squirming helplessly within his grasp as he wrapped a leg around both of hers. She finally ceased movement after about two more minutes of struggling and gave into him.

"I knew you'd punk out," her face began to turn red as he took his teasing up another notch.

"You jerk! I never punk out Mr. Creed!" she began to wriggle free from his grasp, or so she thought. He loved watching her move like that, so he let her win one battle. She climbed onto his stomach and placed both hands on his chest to signal her victory. "See Mr. Creed, I never punk out."

"Yes, I can see that Mrs. Creed," his voice turned more feral as he flipped her so she was underneath him. "I definitely can see that Mrs. Creed," her laugh danced around the room as he whispered into her ear.

She was happy now. He was her purpose on earth. She asked for God to show it to her, and He did. This man, who held her every night as she slept, kept her sanity intact. He never let her win a fight without putting up a good one of her own. He always challenged her. He was her other half and, through it all he never left. His arms anchored her to the ground, and every night she says a quiet prayer thanking God for the incredible blessing.

How could he look at her and not see light. She was everything he wanted to be. She even let him join the force. This way he would always be able to protect her, as her partner for life and in crime. He heard her pray every night, even though she whispers under her breath. But what she didn't know was, he prayed too. He saw that love he thought never to exist in her eyes every morning. He felt that purity in her when they made love at night. She had saved him from hell. She saved him from the cruelty of the world when she placed those lips on his. She saved him and through it all she never left.

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"I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulations. But take heart; I have overcome the world." John 16:33

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-So what do you think? That's the end and I want to know, should I go for a sequal? Please review