An inch away from the body, Savannah's movements stop like a broken puppet. She starts glitching her hand, moving away from Lucas, and then returning the next second. She was battling herself on whether to keep the knife away from Lucas or not.
Xerxes was anxiously watching, deciding when he could interfere because the knife was flying everywhere in all directions. Even Lucas was having a hard time avoiding it. Xerxes would definitely catch the knife straight to his head if he stepped in now. On the other side of the room, Nova was also watching intently as he got up from the floor with the help of the wall behind him. His entire body hurt. It was difficult to breathe without feeling the gut wrenching pain in his ribs.
"Savannah, can you hear me? Your not the one trying to hurt me, are you?" Lucas bravely got closer to Savannah as he gently spoke to her. The knife was currently over his head, but he seemed to not even see it, and surprisingly, the knife was still. Savannah's whole body had paused after hearing Lucas, she seemed to have regained some of her consciousness.
"Do not come any closer, Lucas; I can't." Savannah backstepped, "I don't want to harm you or anyone, Lucas." She sobbed, trying to increase the distance between them.
Lucas paid zero attention to the danger in front of him. He all at once closed the gap in between and hugged her small, shivering self. "I wouldn't mind dying by your hands, Savannah," he caressed her back carefully. "But if you die alone, that is something I can't accept; I'll never accept it." Savannah's eyes widened in shock at the meaning behind those words. She looked frightened more than ever. She stopped crying and, with a serious expression, pushed Lucas away. She abruptly withdrew from the embrace.
"Why do you get to choose what I do? Get away from me; I never want to see you again." Savannah could only show Lucas her loath to get him away from her. Savannah knew she would not be able to fight anymore if she lost control again. Lucas would inevitably die by her hands, so she could only act like she was repulsed by his confession and run away, but the stir of emotions overthrew her mind, losing her authority over her own flesh and bones.
Lucas noticed the shift in her brown eyes. After coming to a resolution; he was no longer afraid of the knife in the air. He held the blade by his already bleeding palm, trying to snatch it from her. It was obvious who held more power—the one holding the knife scales—but they both shared the same goal.
Once Lucas subdued the knife, Xerxes and Nova both rushed over simultaneously. They arrived just in time. Two more hands joined the already gripped blade, which was touching a nick of Lucas's neck.
"What are you doing?" Nova shouted at Lucas, who had purposely brought the knife over to the side of his neck. Xerxes was breathing heavily; the quick movement made him dizzy. He was glad he could make it in time to hold back the knife, or Nova wouldn't be able to hold over two people.
Savannah and Lucas were both moving towards the neck while Nova and Xerxes resisted it by moving it away. "Don't interfere; this is between me and her. The dungeon craves a death; if I die, Savannah will be free!" Lucas yelled.
"How do you know it will end with your death?" Don't be ridiculous now, Lucas." Xerxes replied, but he knew Lucas wasn't stupid enough to think that a single death will solve everything and that he would probably do the same in such a situation because they didn't really know anything about the motives of the dungeon. Maybe it will leave Savannah alone after Lucas's death. There was still a silver lining of hope in his actions, which was why he understood Lucas, but he also couldn't bring himself to watch him sacrifice himself.
Sigh, I wonder why I am like this.
If a single death could resolve everything, the person who should be sacrificed should be the one who already wanted to die and held no attachments to life, not someone so young who loved someone more than himself, right?
Before Xerxes could try to move Lucas away and move in front of the piercing blade, Savannah shrieked deafeningly, casting everyone off in different directions. It felt like a hurricane had pushed them to the end of the room. Nova hit the wall again, and Xerxes was sent out the door. Lucas was the only one who's hold on the knife was strong enough to not hit the wardrobe behind him; he was only shoved a few inches back, but that was all Savannah needed to stab herself with all her newfound energy.
Using both hands, Savannah grabbed the hilt of the knife, twisted it towards herself, and pressed the steel edge to her upper right of the abdominal. "SAVANNAH!" Lucas bellowed, but she didn't stop there. After inserting most of the knife, she pulled it out with force as it splashed hot, dark red blood that painted Lucas's white tracksuit as he came closer.
Lucas snatched the bloody knife from her hands, throwing it to the other far end of the bedroom, and covered the stab wound with his hands to stop the blood that was rushing out. Soon, Savannah clasped on the floor after finishing her task. Lucas held her head up from touching the wood with one hand, and his other hand reached for the bedsheet by the side in a hurry.
"Lucas," Savannah called out as she coughed. A little bit of blood was flowing down the corner of her lips as Lucas frantically tried to 'bandage' the open cut in her body with the bedsheet.
"Lucas, listen to me one last time." Savannah weakly lifted her hand and cupped Lucas's face.
"For you, I can kill myself too." she confessed.