Swan Song

Crimson

I appeared in the familiar DarkCode base, from the spy ball. I knew my way around pretty well since I came prepared.

I still felt so much guilt from the hurt I had caused Fitz. His pained betrayed expression was engraved into my brain.

How could I hurt my kind-of boyfriend like that? I would feel awful if he was the one that sacrificed himself for me. I caused him that pain.

And I felt it too. The guilt was so heavy it almost hurt. It poisoned my thoughts. Was I a monster, to let him suffer like this? Maybe we shouldn't have made a deal at all.

But this was the only way to get my friends back. So I had to deal with the oppressing guilt. But this was nothing compared to what would have happened if I let him go.

At least I knew my friends were safe. They deserved comfort and safety far more than I did.

***

An unknown DarkCode member threw me against the wall. I could hear my sternum breaking into millions of tiny pieces. The pain was unbearable.

But I had to bear this. If I hadn't done this, Fitz would be in my place. I could bear this, but I couldn't bear my beloved Fitz to go through this torture. I knew it would pain me 10 times worse if he was in my place. I would have never forgiven myself.

Fitz. Fitz. I can't stand seeing him hurt.

I had hurt him and all the people that mattered to me by going with the DarkCode. Did I have a choice? No. It is not an option to sacrifice my boyfriend.

"Are you going to be helpful today?" A DarkCode member, that I had found out was called Crimson, said.

"No. I'm noting telling you guys anything." I said with a dead tone.

"Very well then." Crimson called one of the guards to hand a a torture device, the Shamkniv.

She dug the short, heavy, crescent shaped weapon into my flesh.

Now I know what Alvar felt.

My scream drowned out all other noise in the area.

The pain.

The pain.

The unmeasurable pain. I could hear the bones crackling inside my body. I could hear the gush of blood flowing from my skin. I could feel the wet, sticky, substance flow down my body.

Crimson stabbed me again and again. Asking if I wanted to talk. No. She hit me again.

I was drowning in a pool of my own blood. The dark crimson liquid covering every possible inch of my body.

"This is why they call me Crimson." she said with a wicked smile.

The pain made me incapable of delivering my witty response.

I could hear the laughter fading farther and farther away. The world was blurring out by the second. I was being sucked into the darkness.

I thought I was going to die.

I regret letting all those people become attached to me. Grady and Edaline would be crushed after losing another daughter. All my friends would be so guilty after losing a friend.

And Fit... Fitz would be absolutely heartbroken.

Because of me.

No. No. I cannot let them go through that pain. I would make it. I had to for them.

I reached for the light. I reached for my family and friends with all my strength.

I made it into consciousness.

I did it.

Yeah, Sophie. You did.

A/N: The line above is not a authors note.