No!
“Uh, ah…” Fiona’s strangled gasps grab my attention, and my worst fear is confirmed.
“Hun-terrr…”she says, her hands clutching just to the left of her chest, near her shoulder.
As she falls, I rush to catch her, scooping her up into my arms.
“It’s okay. I got you.”
I rush forward, to the sidewalk directly under Caspian, hoping he doesn’t shoot again.
“How’s that for stress relief?” he calls down, chuckling.
Once we reached safety, I set Fiona down and inspect the wound.
“I’m-I’m going to die,”she pants out.
“No…”
But that’s a lie. She’s bleeding out, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
But I know a place that can.
The Keep.
Christine could save her. The Keep has blood and hemoglobin. Everyone donates regularly in case it’s needed.
But seeking their help would guarantee my demise. I’d be executed. There’s no question. The moment they see me, they’ll put a bullet between my eyes.
“I’m scared,”Fiona whispers.
“You’re…you’re going to be fine.”
“No, I’m not.”She winces, like the very act of talking hurts.“Just do me a favor and kill him…make him hurt…badly.”
Yes…that’s exactly what I’ll do. I’ll avenge Fiona and kill every mother fucker that’s ever hurt her. Every jackoff Caspian peddled her to.
Because I’m not the hero of this story.
I’m a villain.
A cold-blooded killer.
And torturing is what I do.
FIONA
My body jolts.
Is this turbulence?
It makes sense that there would be some on the way to hell.
And after what I’ve done, there’s no way I’ll be allowed inside heaven.
I try to open my eyes, but they’re heavy.
Everything hurts.
