The All-Powerful Enzyme!
Forever and Always Jackson McCarthy
With his head rested in Syd's arm, Jackson looked up to him with an angelic stare, as if all the pain had subsided and left him fatigued, yet tranquil. After the panic receded within Syd, and he seemingly accepted the inevitable; it was as if a breath of fresh air and settled between them. "My boy.... My boy..." Jackson drew out, his brittle lips slowly parted as the words ambled out like a gust of wind. "Look at you." Through his fading orbs, he managed a faint, weak smile. "Look at the man you've become." Even with his lids half-closed, the admiration his in stare resembled that of a proud lion, perched upon his kingdom's rock. "A warrior, a lord." Jackson's hand squeezed Syd's back in a faint pulse. "You will become... Unstoppable."
"Take care of them, like I know you will." Jackson trailed, as his fading mind went to his family, causing his restful eyes to run glassy at their image. "Natasha will need you more than -" he paused as the blood in his throat had collected into a pool around his uvula, forcing him to painfully swallow what he could, "anyone."
"And Blake..." He paused once more, although this time it was at the emotion that struck his still-beating heart. "My queen... My beautiful queen... Don't let her ... Fall," he was stifled once more by a sharp pain in his chest, that violently shook him like a live wire.
This seemed to be it, as he melted in Syd's arms, the life in his face slowly fading away. "I always..." He started, his voice far weaker under the stone of a whisper. "I always thought of you-" he drew out once more, his eyes slowly closing shut. "As my so-"
Jackson's body seized up, his eyes falling lifeless. His once rocky hands fell limp against the ground as Syd held the entirety of his weight. With no beating heart or rising chest, he laid still, the soaking maroon in his torso starkly contrasting his paper-pale skin. Jackson was finally at peace.