Part 2 of We Could Be Perfect One Last Night.

TW: Character death and violence.

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I woke up with Frank's arms around my waist, pulling my head into his shoulder.  Our bodies were still tangled up from the night before, most of my skin touching his.

I never wanted to leave. I wanted to go back to sleep and forget about the world, like we did last night. But I knew I couldn't.

Today was the day.

I moved around so my face was level with Frank's, and placed a soft kiss against his lips. His hazel eyes fluttered open instantly, meeting mine with a mixture of love and sadness. 

I sighed quietly, sinking further into the bed.

"I don't want to get up," I admitted quietly.

"Neither do I," he agreed. "But you know we have no choice."

I nodded, holding on to him as he sat up, pulling us both into an upright position.

"It'll be okay," he assured me, brushing his hand through my hair and to the back of my head, cupping my neck and pulling me in for a slow, short kiss. 

I nodded again, and he pulled the blankets off of us, cringing when they stuck to our skin a bit.

"Ew," he said, wrinkling his nose in disgust. 

"That's what you get for sleeping in your cum," I shrugged.

His expression of disgust intensified. 

"I don't think it's mine," he pointed out.

I grinned, looking over to the sheet I had wiped myself off with yesterday.

"Probably not," I agreed.

As we got out of bed and went to take a shower quickly, I smiled at the way he could make me laugh hours before our presumed deaths, but it quickly fell at the thought.

We didn't know exactly what they were, or how they came about, but most of the world had been over run with alien-from-AVP-esque creatures, at least that's what I thought they looked like. They had the same weird-shaped heads, but sometimes they raced around on all fours, lunging with mouths full of razor-teeth to attack their prey. 

Our tiny outpost of sorts - what remained of Belleville, New Jersey - had a makeshift wall surrounding it. The creatures had been clawing at it for days, and Mikey said they would break through today sometime. The other survivors living here were mostly children and injured adults, and we were pretty much the only functioning humans.

We had a constant watch on the break, the place the wall was weakest, and a siren in place for whoever saw them emerge first.

We all knew we were going to die, but we tried to pretend that the miniscule, freak-of-nature chance we survive had some possibility of actually happening. We would try to take out as many creatures as we could, hopefully sparing a few of the other survivors. Maybe.

Ten minutes later, we were pulling on our jackets and boots, ready to go eat and have our last meal as the strange little family we were. 

As Frank and I entered the kitchen, Ray and Mikey were already there, Ray's head leaning on Mikey's shoulder like he was about to fall asleep.

I briefly felt bad about not hanging out with my little brother at all last night, but I figured he was engaged in his own goodbye ritual.

Cringing internally at the thought of my brother doing that with anyone, no matter how old or grown up he was, I sat beside him, putting my gun on the table.

I had to admit, the guns were pretty cool. After a lot of research, Ray designed a special blast of energy meant to kill the creatures more effectively than a bullet or explosion. He let me design guns that looked like they were out of a comic book, and called them ray guns.

He said it was because they shot rays, but I think we all knew he just wanted the guns to be named after himself.

Frank sat down beside me and held my hand, squeezing it before opening his mouth to say something.

An ear-splitting wail filled the room, the sound of the break siren.

We shot up so fast we probably got brain damage, but no one cared as we grabbed our guns and ran out of the house.

We got there two minutes later, just in time to see a citizen get punctured through the chest with one of the sharp arm-like limbs of the creature.

Beside me, Frank planted his feet, raising his gun and taking aim at the monster, blasting  a hole straight through it's skull. It was a very lucky shot - hitting the thing exactly where it's weak spot was and tearing through it's armor.

They advanced on the growing horde, the creatures pouring out from the breach in the wall, coming out to be under the faded sky and bland dirt with the rest of us. 

"Hey, fuckers!" I heard Ray yell. He dashed to the left, sliding behind a crate as the creatures turned in his direction, giving Mikey and I clear shots through their ear canals while Frank ran the opposite direction.

We fired over and over again, the laser beams blasting away and mixing in the air like some sort of over-enthusiastic college light show.

At one point it seemed like we were winning. Frank had made it about halfway to the breach, frantically dodging around the things while simultaneously trying to advance and take down more. Ray was standing behind his previous cover, Mikey to his back as they shot at the things trying to destroy their city.

Then we were not. 

A sharp cry sounded above the battle, and I shipped my head a round to its origin - Frank!

I think I was screaming, I couldn't be sure. 

I ran towards him as he fell, the severed spear-like arm of one of the creatures embedded in his gut.

As I passed, I deftly shot at anything that got near me. Nothing was getting between me and Frank. Time seemed to slow, so it felt like an hour before I reached him on the ground, when in reality it was minutes.

I dropped to my knees instantly, the blur of the action around us fading to a background.

"Fankie!" I cried, pulling his body into my lap. "Frank, no!"

"Gee..." He said, his voice faint. He raised his hand to cup my cheek, wiping away sustained tears I wasn't aware I had shed. He smiled softly at me. "Gee, it's okay. I see them."

"No!" I protested, my voice and throat clogged with tears and sobs, droplets of water falling to Frank's cheeks as if he were the one crying.

"Gee... I'll be okay," he said. "They're here, Gerard, we can come see them."

"No!" I insisted. "Nononono! You can't go, Frankie! Stay here! I love you!"

Frank's eyes slowly lost their focus.

"No! Don't leave me!" 

" I... love you... Gee... "

His touch grew light and feathery.

"No, Frank! You promised! You promised me you'd be with me forever!"

 "I..." he trailed off, unable to gather enough strength for the words. 

"I love you, Frank," I said, the rational bit of my brain insisting I make him hear it one last time. "I love you so  much."

He nodded, his arm trembling as he struggled to keep his hand on my cheek. I gripped his other hand tightly, as if that could anchor him to my side.

"R-remember before the war? We- we were gonna get married. And we'd have a little wedding, with Mikey, and Ray, and our parents, and everyone. And you would look so handsome in a suit, with a ring on your finger?" I wasn't sure how much he was hearing, but I felt he needed to have some good thoughts in his final moments. "Remeber that, Frankie?" I questioned weakly.

He smiled softly, conveying more love than I thought to be humanly possible in his gaze, telling me the words even if he couldn't say them.

'I love you.'

I squeezed his hand.

"I love you, too," I whispered.

Then his hand fell from my face, and his eyes went blank. He exhaled his final breath.

And he left me. 

Until I followed him - and Ray - into death, fifteen minutes later.

Mikey joined us shortly after, our souls living eternally entertwined.

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