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‘Hello Captain Allen, What would you like to do?’

                                          “Call. Eli.”

The line rings.                            The line r i n g s.                                                          r  i  n  g  s --                                                                                  r   i   n   g   s --

Hand falls limp from the ear piece, lungs wheeze through his front and his back, other fingers clawed against bleeding fabric. The right angle, an androids aim. Eyes rolled across the way, blue blood pooled against the rooftop. For a moment, he wondered if this was truly the death of saggitarius; should their blood mix, would they bleed purple? Or would their differences burn black and ashen. r i n g --                r  i  n  g  --

                                          “You’re not going to answer are you?” A wheezing laugh burbled forth -- frothy -- strained -- bubbling out of his throat with blood like hot tar as it slipped past the corners of lips creased with amusement. Just a moment more of that chime ringing through his head, and the answering system kicked. Chloe’s voice rang clear like Gabriel’s horn, calling him, calling him home. Clear hazel eyes wandered over the sky as his vision swam, colors fogging the edge of winding vision to the rhythmic tone of her voice. She really was perfect, wasn’t she?                                                              But now... it was time for him to speak.                                          “I knew you wouldn’t answer, Eli...                                                    Not that you’ve got an obligation to me really.” Eyelids twitch -- a wet cough -- a shuddering, heaving gasp for air that ended in a low moan.                                “One of your boys got me, Eli... Or is he one of yours...?                                       Connor turned on me, I put him down but man. He got me good.”

Another laugh as he tried to relay what happened. It was only bound to be this way, wasn’t it? His leg was no longer in one piece, shattered and scattered across frozen rooftop, snow fell delicately against his cheeks, like the frozen kisses of angels begging him to succumb to the numbing chill, to close his eyes and rest at long last.

       “I think I’m seeing the stars for                        the first time since I was a kid...                                                  They’re bright tonight...”

But they weren’t. The sky was shrouded in black clouds raining frozen flakes across the city.                                        “How are these supposed to go?                                                   Do I tell you that I love you?                                                            That I hope you keep your shit together?” Shaken, shattered voice dropped to a low, tearful whisper as he spoke into the line. It was his time, he could feel it slowly gripping his heart, as it grew harder and harder to breathe. Freezing over in a frozen grasp.                     “Chloe... You’ve got to keep him in one piece for me.                                   Don’t let him weaken. Don’t let him stumble.                                                       Keep the nerd strong for me, okay?                                                                 You know how the idiot gets...” His throat tightened, fist slamming against the ground as he howled in frustration and anger, blinking tears away frantically as they streaked his bloody cheeks, as his eyes stared off into the sky, surrounded by the bodies of his men and the perpetrator.                    “For fucks sake Elijah -- I’m sorry. I’m so fuckin’---                                       I’m sorry I didn’t bite the fucking bullet...                                                     I’m sorry I stayed stubborn.                                                                   I’m sorry I’ve gotta leave you, but i’ve got no time.”                     “My pride was never more important than you wound up being.                                      But I never said it. So I’m gonna say it now.                                                   I’m sorry I was too stubborn to do w-- w--- What’s right--                                                               For us--”

His breathing grew ragged, unstable, his words struggling to come out, but he had to finalize it all there and then.                “Keep Euphie safe for me,                      an give the fat sausage a chance -- he’s...                              h- he... he loves you too.                                   You weren’t so bad after all you know...                                          Maybe I just realized it too late... Sorry for deckin’ you...                                                I really miss you so fuckin’ bad it hurts, heh...                                                   That shitty attitude, always on the ba-- ball...                                                       Too late now, god damnit... ...Eli...                                                            You’ll see me soon... And hey...                                                                  D-- Don’t go turnin’ me into a robot...” Hand raising over that headset, he breathed in deep and struggling.                                   “G’night...                                                               Eli...” One click, and his hand fell to the side. He was suffocating, breathing in gulps that pushed more fluid from his lungs. His words were falling to pieces, and as he discarded his headset, he smiled to himself through the fearful tears that slickened his cheeks. For all those nights of suicidal flares, all those times he had glanced at bullets or razors or pills -- here and now he realized just what he had. Just all he was leaving behind. Who.  And his heart ached, and his features contorted, as anguished cries rattled through his ribs until he could no longer force the angered sadness to expel. There was no more to be done, no more to be said as he slackened against the roof top. He fought to the end, with all of his soul, and all of his might. And just off in the distance, just beyond the ledge -- Singing began to rise beneath the roar of distant choppers.

And his ear piece rang. A cold breeze swept across the rooftop and the agony was brushed away on winters breath. And his ear piece rang.                                                And r a n g --

                                                                              and r  a  n  g.