#pacific!verse

[TXT; Accomplice] What? No! What kinda thief do you take me for? [TXT; Accomplice] That was completely rhetorical and in no way needs an answer.

[ txt; Kaijuman ] That's too bad. I had a good one

10. Oxygen deprivation

They’ve discussed this. 

Once Hercules had found out where Jack was hiding out, there’d been no outrunning the ranger. Mostly because Jack’s not in any position to be running anywhere, anymore, but…yeah. That’s essentially the only reason.

When the coughing attacks start getting worse, and Jack’s breath becomes a painful rattling sound with every careful heave of air—that’s when he just can’t take it anymore.

So, as discussed, Jack takes the pills that only just barely allow him to sleep through the night.

And Hercules waits.

Once he’s sure that Jack will not be waking anytime soon, that the drugs are in full effect, the ranger takes one of the pillows with shaky hands.

When he presses down on Jack’s deceitfully peaceful face, he has to close his eyes to keep from looking. The knot in his throat is too tight for him to breathe properly, but he’s been holding his breath ever since he grabbed the damn throw pillow. 

Jack doesn’t wake up through the process.

When he pulls away, he throws the pillow aside and hovers his hand over Jack’s parted, bluish lips. Presses his palm to a still chest—and waits.

"Oh yeah? That’s cool, that’s cool. No problem dude." His words might be saying one thing, but he tone was the complete opposite.

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

"Hey, Hansen. Guess by now you’ve heard I’m not in the hospital anymore. I told you I trust you, and I wasn’t lying about that—but there’s too many ears around you. I don’t want to be locked up again.

If this bloody poison is going to get the best of me, it’s going to  be on my terms. 

I just—I’m sorry…that we didn’t get a chance. You sure know how to pick’ em, Ranger.