A/N: This is based on the song "Demolition Lovers" by My Chemical Romance, which I don't own.
The night sky looked like bullet-riddled leather.
She lie with her head on his chest, and they breathed together, breathed through the smoke of demolition. All the scarecrows in fields were burning, the far away skyline smoking and in ruin.
"Can you believe we did this?" she asked, whispered, really. There was something so peaceful about watching ash fall like snow on desert skies.
"No," he whispered back.
"Why, though? It was fun, but...look..." She pointed to the flames, the ash, the smoke, the demolition.
"I'm trying to let you know just how much you mean to me," he told her.
The conviction in his voice pained her. How could he think that destruction was the way to her heart?
She couldn't answer that, so she changed the subject.
"Is our gas tank full?" she asked. Thinking about practical things like fuel always helped her.
"Of course," he said, smiling. "Trunk's full of ammo. Baby, we could keep it running forever. We could keep running forever."
"But we can't."
"Why?" he asked, essentially dumping her off his chest to look perplexedly at her. "Babe, this time, I mean it. No more demolition. We'll just be on the run together. Like phantoms, forever."
This time he means it, she thought. That's what he had said the last time and the time before. They'll just run, they'll never destroy again. But they're not the running kind. Destruction is just so attractive. They're demolition lovers, it's what they do.
"No," she breathed."Look what we've done. You...you may be able to live with it, but I don't know if I can."
"What're you gonna do, kill yourself?" he said, laughing. "Yeah, right."
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," she said, and as she said it she realized it was true. So many fatalities had been caused in their quest for a good time, but that couldn't go on. Two psychopaths, running and killing and destroying...she had to get away.
But he loved her. Maybe he would keep his promise if her life was in the balance. They were all they had, and he would never give that up.
"Then kill me too," he told her. "I'm not planning on outlasting you."
That shocked her. He would be willing to give up his own life to be with her?
"Fine," she said, choking a bit. "Alright."
He fully pushed her off of him, and they sat cross legged in the middle of a field, facing each other.
Ash rained down, coating their hooded forms with white.
"We're supposed to think of this as a new beginning, right?" he asked after a long silence.
She shrugged. Her throat was dry, and it took awhile to for her to speak.
"Who goes first?" she asked him.
"We go together." He pulled her gun out of her back pocket and handed it to her, grip first, before getting his own.
He pushed her hood off of her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She took his hood off, and they stared at each other.
"This is how we do it," he said. Then, slowly and shakily, he raised his pistol to her head. She did the same. "On three."
"One," she whispered.
"Two," he said. He smiled at her, an attempt at being reassuring.
"Three," she sobbed, closing her eyes and pulling the trigger.
An explosion of noise shattered the dark night.
And in the small pool of blood already forming, she met his eyes. She tried to brush the blood out of his hair, but they were already gone.
Running together for eternity.
Like phantoms forever.
A/N: Please review!