Everlock

Prologue

She was already dead. He was too late. God. No.

Seeing Everson still and pale changed how the world spun on its axis. Lock didn't care anymore. He felt the snap. The loss of his humanity. He lost the rage as well.

He didn't go up to her. Lock turned his gaze from the love of his life to the guns in his hands.

He would die too. He had eight minutes to make sure her legacy lasted long after his vilified name turned to dust on people's tongues.

Lock looked at his forearm. The tattoo on his skin was repeated on the gentle pale skin of hers.

Except blood pumped no longer under Everson's.

thus with a kiss I die

Lock was ready when the doors to the church exploded inward.

The fight had found him.

"Soon, my love," was his war cry.

(A/N Not edited, read at own risk)