“Hold on. Hold on.” Raising his voice, he screamed, “Someone call a fucking ambulance!”
No one replied. No Diamond Brothers spilled into the room. No one to take orders.
I just stood there.
A morbid spectator as Bonnie faded from this world.
“Call a fucking helicopter!” Cut didn’t seem to notice his orders fell on deaf ears. I’d never seen him so normal. So afraid and lost.
I paced back and forth, hugging my smarting arm, hoping no one heard his commands. An ambulance would be too slow...but a helicopter? That might be too fast.
Die faster, Bonnie. Faster.
And fate listened.
Life chose its victor.
Me.
Thump...thump-thump—thump.
Heartbeats failing.
Heartbeats ceasing.
Cut cradled his mother as she quickly lost the elderly crone persona and tumbled into an emaciated corpse.
My secrets dying with her.
My sins silencing with her.
However, Bonnie didn’t go quietly. She gave a parting gift, granting her final breath to me, sending me straight to damnation.
“She—” Bonnie gasped. “Dan—Dan—Daniel. She—”
Cut wiped her forehead, pushing away soaked strands of white hair. “Shush, save your strength. The doctors are coming.”
Bonnie spread her lips, lipstick staining her teeth. She knew as well as I did she wouldn’t be living another day. Gathering every last remaining strength, she raised her quaking arm, pointed her finger, and hissed, “She kil—killed hi—him.”
And that was it.
Last heartbeat.
Last breath.
Her eyes latched smugly onto mine, then closed forever.
I’d killed my second Hawk.
But she’d delivered me into terrible torture.
Her arm tumbled to her side, bouncing off her dead flesh, coming to rest awkwardly by her side.
For a moment, the room mourned its owner. Flower petals drooped and curtains twitched with a non-existent breeze.
Then Cut raised his head, eyes glittering with unshed tears, face swelling with unadulterated hatred.“You...”
I raised my scissors, backing away.
