Chapter 6

Dr. Burro spent many months and quite a bit of coin to make one of the most high tech, prestigious laboratories in the United Kingdom. It was in a half dome shape, workstations surrounding five metal testing chairs, and the best led lights money could buy. While designing it, he took the liberty of painting the walls a sky blue color, even adding some paintings of marine animals. He thought that the art would give his scientists a relief from testing and studying chemicals all day. And, although he imagined his lab and workers were going to achieve astonishing feats, placing millions into his investments over countless years of planning for one of the greatest discoveries in science, here he was, helplessly watching it crumble like a baby antelope hiding in the tall grass. The lion, ripping apart his herd, causing thick red blood to splatter on his paintings and his face. He couldn't stop the shaking, it was embarrassing to appear so weak and vulnerable in the eyes of an unstoppable predator. Of course, the doctor had to put his life above embarrassment. As the notorious Harry Hart demolished his laboratory and his men, he could hear a faint whisper coming from behind him. Slowly, he veered his head in it's direction. There he was, Eggsy Unwin, seeming very deceased just moments before, started to breathe. But how? Did his vaccine work? Was he truly alive or perhaps just leftover air escaping his lungs? He leaned in closer, wanting to hear more, something indicated that his boy, his patient, was still with the living.

A light breeze flowed through Eggsy's hair, his face was warm with rosey cheeks, and his eyes were gleaming. He was floating above the tailor shop, but he didn't question it. As he gently gilded downward, feet still in polished oxfords, he warmly opened the door to the Kingsman Tailors. Upon entering, he locked eyes with Harry Hart, who was gingerly sitting on the couch.

"It's nice to see you again, my dearest friend." The older man patted a sit next to him on the sofa.

Eggsy slowly placed one foot in front of the other, "A'rry, how did you get here? I thought-"

Harry quickly raised his palm,"Uh, uh, uh. Eggsy, we discussed this before, I told you I would be waiting for you. You must remember?"

"I, I do remember. I just thought that I would...That I could.."

"What? Live? Eggsy, listen to me. This place was designed for you, for us, to be happy. We both lived our lives for what they were but now it's time to stop. It's time to put our worries and losses behind us and for once in our goddamn lives, find peace." Harry was slightly shaking in his words. He kept his palm raised, and his eyes closed.

Eggsy stopped in place, not moving an inch further,"A'rry, what are you talking about? This doesn't seem like you."

Harry stood suddenly and stared into Eggsy's eyes with an emotion he couldn't quite read. The warm and comfort Eggsy felt just seconds before had faded, and the pain he once felt in that metal chair was returning. He started to walk backwards toward the door in which he entered moments prior. "A'rry, I don't know what's happening." Eggsy started to feel his eyes swell and tears forming. Harry was suddenly just inches away from him, now placing his arms around Eggsy. It was as if it was the very first time he became really ill. He had his mother's embrace which filled his heart with such reasurrence, he felt like he could fly to the moon. And now, here Harry was, giving him warmth and guidance, but not in the same way his mother did. It was stronger, more intimate. He didn't feel scared by it, but rather just wanted it more.

"How do I stop this, A'rry, please help me. I'm in so much pain and I don't know what's happening, please."

Harry squeezed his arms tighter around his confused partner, "I'm coming to you, I'll take you away from this place. I promise you, I promise you Eggsy, I will do everything to save you. I'm here. I'm finally here."

Harry's hands were battered and bloody, his whole body shaking. His once slicked back hair covered his eyes and as he looked down, blood covered his clothes. Out of breath and now coming to, he saw what he had done. Bodies, women and men, were spilled around the tile flooring. Blood splatters now offered new paintings on the sky blue walls. He knew it would take him a long time to accept and move on from what he did. His gaze fell back on Dr. Burro who was staring at Eggsy's limp body in the metal chair. Like a drunk who just paid his bill and was trying to make his way out of the pub, Harry made his way down the stairs to the doctor. Dr. Burro heard Harry's shoe slip on blood that was dripping from the ceiling. He cocked his head back and forth from perhaps the scariest man he ever saw to a dead man.

"Mr. Hart, I believe I have some good news, I think my vaccine worked! The boy, he's-" Harry gripped his hands around the stubby neck of Dr. Burro. He gasped and with his short arms, just couldn't quite reach Harry.

Still shaking, and blood dripping from a loose lock of Harry's hair he whispered, "You have kidnapped, beaten, tormented and drugged my partner and I. We are Kingsman, and I believe you just found out, you never hurt a Kingsman and get away with it you fucking dickhead." Harry's grip didn't loosen until he saw the doctor's petrified expression become blank, lifeless. As the doctor's body fell limp on the floor, joining his fellow scientists, Harry turned his attention toward Eggsy. Time slowed it's rough pace, seabreeze swiftly made its way through a cracked window and tossed some loose strands of hair that swayed on Harry's forehead. A single bead of sweat crawled down his face, he felt like he was going to faint. There he was, his partner, the only person Harry truly ever cared about, lay stiff in a metal chair. A chair that Dr. Burro purchased building his lab, a chair that could never hold the value of the one who now sat in it.

Harry approached Eggsy like a metal giant approached a glass flower. Harry wiped his bloody hands on his pants before placing them around Eggsy's raw face.

"Eggsy? I'm here. I'm finally here, the doctor, he won't be able to hurt you any longer. I promise." Harry stared solemnly into the eyes of his partner. His once sparkling green eyes that seemed to change color depending on what he was wearing, were glazed, distant. Harry lifted Eggsy out of the chair, mindfully cradling his head in the process. He walked to the nearest table, clearing it of its possessions before placing Eggsy flat on his back. Harry kneeled beside the table, claiming Eggsy's hand.

Bowing his forehead, making contact with Eggsy's knuckles, he cried. Harry Hart never cried, not even when he was eight years old and fell off his bike. Not when he was 13 years old when his grandma died, not when he was 18 and he broke his arm. Harry Hart never cried, and even so, he found himself balling. Weeping uncontrollably, letting his cries be heard throughout the room, some escaping the cracked window. Harry had never felt such anguish before, it was as if he himself, had too succumbed to death's embrace. As he lifted his head, he pulled his hand away from Eggsy's, now letting his drift to Eggsy's neck. How could one man bring Harry so much happiness? How could he move on? Just as he started turning away, his hand slowly drifting with him, he stopped. Faintly, so faintly, could it be? Harry swore he felt a heartbeat. Excitedly, he shot his eyes into Eggsy's once more. Still, they seemed lifeless. Did he just imagine it? His heart sank, he was giving himself false hope. Harry clasped to the ground, his knees taking the impact.

I can't live without him. I failed you Lancealot. I hope you can forgive me. Harry gripped a hand held firearm that nested in its holster. He raised it to the bottom of his chin, he could feel his tears returning, his nose becoming deep red. His eyes focused on Eggsy's limp body. Harry took a deep breath and let it escape. His pointer finger became tighter on the trigger, then, Bam.

The lab door burst open before Harry could release the bullet from it's chamber.