And when I say something, I mean one of the main characters getting captured and another getting shot.
My readers will hate me.
“Come
on, we need to hurry, they’re right behind us!” Skylar hissed, but a gurgle
stopped her in her tracks. Turning, Skylar’s heart stopped.
Sophie lay collapsed in the tunnel,
barely conscious, a dark red stain spreading from the side of her tunic. Her
face was ashen and her eyes were unfocused, one hand lying gingerly over the
wound.
Skylar’s face drained of all color.
“No,” she murmured.
Sierra reached over and felt for a
pulse. Skylar held her breath. The shouts at the end of the tunnel seemed to
fade away as she waited for Sierra’s answer.
“She’s alive,” Sierra said. “but she
needs help, fast, or that could easily change.” Hoisting her up, Sierra turned
to Skylar, her face determinedly calm. “Let’s go.”
The two ran for their lives, trying
to ignore the shouts that were coming closer, trying to ignore the growing
scarlet stain, trying to ignore Sophie’s limp arms and closed eyes.
And, being such a wonderful blogger, I won't tell you what happens. ;)
They
ran, but they had talked too long --- the guards were on their tail. Ransom,
who was leading the way, looked back and groaned. “I can’t take you to the
tunnels with them following us like this,” he said. “It would be a direct
giveaway to our hiding place.”
“Now what do we do? We don’t have
time for this!” Sierra’s calm demeanor was shattering as Sophie became less and
less conscious and more and more blood dripped through the tunic and over
Sierra’s fingers.
Suddenly, a plan struck Skylar --- a
horrible plan, a plan that went against every fiber of her being, a plan that
was stupid and foolish yet would work.
There
are greater things to fight for.
Taking
a deep, deciding breath, Skylar stopped running. Ransom and Sierra halted too,
staring back at Skylar incredulously.
“Serenity, what are you doing? Come
on!” Ransom urged.
But Sierra knew what she was going
to do. “No, no, don’t do this, please don’t do this,” she begged.
Skylar had already made up her mind,
and nothing could sway her from it now. “No. I’ve got to do this, or we’ll all
die. Go.”
They both hesitated, their mouths
open, ready to protest.
“Go!”
Skylar screamed. Turning, she faced the oncoming slew of guards and pulled, out
of her utility belt, one hand grenade and a pistol.
“Skylar,” Sierra begged softly,
forgoing all nicknames, “there’s still time left … we could still make it …
please …”
Skylar turned back to her, the
grenade armed and ready. “You don’t understand,” she said quietly. “I have to
do this. Now, go, or else this will
all be in vain.”
Skylar looked at Ransom, who looked
stunned, but he nodded. At least he
understands, Skylar thought, as she watched him gently grab Sierra by the
elbow and pull her away.
Closing her eyes, she turned slowly
back to the oncoming horde. They were close now. She could see the manic fury
in their eyes. They reminded her of the dogs Drew would send to chase after
deserters --- hungry, barbaric, unnatural.
Time seemed to slow down as Skylar
raised the grenade and tossed it towards the front line. It exploded on
contact, blasting the first row to smithereens and sending the second flying
into nearby buildings. The others, merely singed, didn’t even glance at their
fallen comrades as they stepped over the bodies and raced towards her, their
guns outward, but they weren’t firing.
They
mean to take me prisoner, Skylar calculated, as she raised her own pistol
and took aim. Well, I can’t say I didn’t
expect that.
Still,
the word prisoner sent chills up her
spine as her bullets hit their mark. She remembered Ransom discussing how death
would be preferable to the torture that awaited.
The guards were upon her now. She
felt rough hands grab her arms and cold pistols press against her back. She
took one last glance behind her, to see nothing. They were gone. They were
safe.
She felt someone’s thumbs press
against the pressure point on her neck. She didn’t fight it. She knew that this
was how it would end. As darkness closed in from all sides, she sighed deeply.
There
are greater things to fight for.
Cruel, I know. Sorry. :)
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